Every stroke of this painting is blended with emotion and memories. Looking at this painting, I seem to see all the wonderful experiences I had with my wife in the past.
This painting naturally touched upon Meng Chuan's true heart, and had a great influence on the soul. The soul has always been blooming with spiritual light, but it still stayed at the sixth level of the soul when the painting was completed.
"After finishing the painting, I have calmed down."
Meng Chuan sat under the big tree and waved his hand to put the scroll away, "I feel that I can continue to practice calmly. ”
Unlike King Zhenwu, who doubted his own path of cultivation, Meng Chuan had no doubts about his own path of cultivation.
"Let me get drunk, and then practice hard." Meng Chuan turned over his hand and took out a jar of fire fruit wine, and sat under the big tree to drink.
The fire fruit wine went into his throat, like a flame burning in his chest, and his head felt a little hot. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body and did not expel the alcohol. He liked the feeling of being slightly drunk.
With his physical body, even the fine wine from Yuanchu Mountain could not really make him drunk.
"July." Meng Chuan sat under a big tree, holding a wine jar, drinking wine, and whispered to himself, "In the past, I could talk to you when I encountered setbacks, and I could talk to you when I had happy things. You share, I can show off my breakthroughs in my practice, and you stay with me when I am sad... But what about in the future? Who will I tell you in the next thousand years?"
Meng Chuan raised his head and drank. Drinking wine.
Drinking gurglingly.
The fire fruit wine was like a raging fire, burning his chest, and he was drunk, but Meng Chuan's mind became more and more active, with scenes and beautiful memories emerging in his mind.
"When we were together, those happy days, the days of fighting together, the days of teaching our children together..." Meng Chuan laughed at himself, "Now they only exist in memories."
"Can we only recall?"
"It's really ridiculous."
Meng Chuan continued to drink, talking to himself while drinking.
The sky is getting dark.
After one jar of wine is finished, another jar of wine comes.
The drunkenness is getting stronger.
"It is said that if love lasts for a long time, how can we be together day and night!" Meng Chuan whispered, "But what I want is to be together day and night!"
p>"I'm talking nonsense again, it's impossible anymore."
"It's impossible!"
Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine jar in his hand and pulled out the The demon-slaying knife at the waist.
Using sword skills wantonly and casually, venting the grief, anger and unwillingness in his heart with every move of the sword.
After all, things in this world cannot go as everyone wants.
Some people give up on themselves, and some people sink from then on, but the strong will accept it and work hard to change the future.
It’s just that sometimes, no matter how powerful the strong man is, he still needs to vent.
......
The waning moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the martial arts training ground of Meng Mansion in Jinghu Lake.
A figure was displaying sword skills wantonly on the martial arts training ground.
"Flying travelers from all over the world, how many times have old wings experienced cold and heat." Meng Chuan used his sword skills and chanted loudly, and his voice echoed in the dark night.
In the past, he and Qi Qi were like those two flying guests, traveling around the world together, no matter how long it took.
"Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children."
Too many memories.
The days of joy and the pain of parting.
Crazy children?
"You should say: Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains with dusk snow, where is the shadow going?" Meng Chuan continued to read, but the sword technique he used became more and more poignant, as if a lone wild goose was just a shadow. Flying among the dusk snow in thousands of mountains.
"Who is the shadow going to!"
When the knife was swung out.
Wow.
Meng Chuan felt that the night sky was as beautiful as a painting. Under the moonlight, he could see wisps of light penetrating the void and spreading everywhere.
Everything slows down.
The moonlight flight slowed down, the wind seemed to stop, and everything slowed down. This slowness is close to 'stillness', making everything in the world look like 'a painting'. Only the moonlight can spread quickly, but Meng Chuan can clearly see the wisps of light with his naked eyes, making it even more beautiful.
Even after it was swung, the sword disappeared from sight. It was in the gap between time and space, just like when Master Guo Kezu created the "Xinyi Knife", the most powerful move was no longer visible. , the enemy was already hit without any notice.
Meng Chuan's sword did not reach the realm of heaven and earth. It was just the first successful sword in the extreme secret art of "Endless Blade".
This knife.
Existing in the gap between time and space, it is difficult to find, difficult to block, and even if you are killed, you cannot see this knife.
This knife changed time.
Time slowed down and almost stopped, and the enemy had been stabbed.
Only such a sword can hope to kill the emperor beyond the level when the cave heaven realm is perfected.
"So this is the real Endless Knife." Meng Chuan whispered to himself.
The strong emotion and attachment to his wife made Meng Chuan wield that knife.
This love is endless, only then can I have that knife.
It was in Meng Chuan's state of mind that the 'light phase', 'yin and yang phase' and 'split wave phase' of the thunder lineage struck out this poignant sword, a sword that could break the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth.
Legendary...
When pure speed breaks the rules of heaven and earth, it can also change time.
......
Meng Chuan was still performing his sword skills under the moonlight, and his attachment to his wife was all reflected in his sword skills, performing each move.
When he ran out of ideas, Meng Chuan stopped, lay down under the big tree... and fell asleep.
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Mountain at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, Dongtian Pavilion.
"Meng Chuan has been looking at the intelligence these days. He first went to Fengxue Pass, then to Jiangzhou City and other places. He also came back to Yuanchu Mountain, and now he has gone to Dongning City." Li Guan frowned and said. , "can detectYes, the places he went to were the places where he and Liu Qiyue once lived. They were childhood sweethearts. They have had a deep relationship for hundreds of years. I was worried that it would have an impact on Meng Chuan's practice. "
"Although the emotional impact has an impact, it will not interrupt the path of spiritual practice. Luo Tangxuying said, "In the past generations of gods and demons in our Yuanchu Mountain, some of our close relatives have died. The gods and demons may have been affected for a short time, but they can generally recover. King Zhenwu was doubting the path of cultivation. Liu Qiyue was sleeping... Meng Chuan had no reason to doubt his own cultivation path. "
"Give him some time. Qin Wuxuying said, "You have to get used to it. I think it will be fine in a few months." ”
“Yeah. "
Li Guan nodded solemnly, "There is a lot of pressure to guard the city gates. Now there are six super large city gates. There are only nine creation venerables in the world now, and the Yuanchu Mountain also needs to be guarded by venerables. Two or three extra large city gates... will be difficult to defend. And I only have a few decades left before the end of my life, so I need Meng Chuan to grow up as soon as possible and shoulder this heavy burden. ”
“As a human being, there are times when we are weak. "Qin Wu said, "I believe that my apprentice will recover quickly. ”
“Yeah. "Li Guan and Luo Tang nodded slightly.
...
The sages of Yuanchu Mountain were worried about Meng Chuan and did not dare to disturb him.
Dongning City , Meng Chuan was still sleeping under the big tree on the martial arts training ground of Jinghu Meng Mansion.
In the morning, the sun was rising.
Meng Chuan was shining on his body. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bright red sun: "Is it dawn? ”