As he walked in the city with slanted bangs, he was already ugly. Except for a pair of patrol officers and soldiers, he met no one along the way.
At the city gate, Meng De looked at the closed city gate and cast a spell to fly into the city.
"right here."
Meng De could feel that his soul clone was probably at this location.
The reason why he is here is not to protect Xiao Chu. Xiao Chu is the daughter of luck. If there is danger, the bronze mirror can transmit it directly to her side.
The purpose of Meng De's trip was also for spiritual pulse.
Bronze Mirror issued a new mission to him. There is an innate sacred weapon hidden in the spiritual vein. If Meng De can find it, he may be able to take this opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.
For the first time, Hong Ying did not follow her. Her cultivation had reached an extremely critical stage and she needed to retreat and concentrate on breaking through.
"Why are you still wandering on the street so late? Come on over and have a cup of tea."
A girl with heavy makeup invited Meng De through the window, but the latter didn't even bother to raise his head and left.
[In such a good time and beautiful scenery, you should have fun. I have long heard that the best singers in the mortal world are called oirans. Their beauty is not inferior to that of fairies. Don’t you want to experience the life of a tyrant? 】
"In my situation, getting too close to a woman can easily put your life in danger. If a proud woman from heaven comes, I will still dare to give it a try. It's not worth it for a few vulgar fans."
Thinking of being tied up and tortured in the mountains and forests a few days ago, Meng De shed tears of regret.
If I had known this would happen, I should have dealt with Ying Cairan on the spot.
"Speaking of which, can't I find the spiritual veins in advance and take away the innate holy weapon? Why do I have to follow them?"
No one in Taixuan Sect cares about anything, but Meng De is alone. He has mastered many skills in three hundred years, and he can stand up to the entire sect's top leaders by himself.
[The Innate Sacred Artifact is destined to belong to the guy who leads the team. If he doesn’t arrive, even if you dig out all the spiritual stones, the Innate Sacred Artifact will not show up]
Meng De was puzzled: "It's destined to be his, so why should I go to Qian Kun Mao?"
[The holy weapon is bound to cause a series of chain reactions, and your opportunity to break through the cause is here. Otherwise, according to the normal cultivation speed, it will take at least fifty years before you can break through the Nascent Soul]
Meng De did not dare to think that he would live under Hong Ying's rule for fifty years.
It's true that Hongying is a beauty, but Meng De doesn't want to be stepped on or ridden by her for the rest of his life.
As the ancients said, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a male cultivator who doesn't want to be a high-ranking soldier is no different from a salted fish!
"Hey, hey, no one will come to save you even if you scream."
Meng De fantasized about waiting for his strength to surpass Hong Ying, riding on her head and dominating her. The picture was so beautiful that he was very intoxicated. He saw such a scene without looking at the road.
A woman with her clothes half-undressed blocked a scholar at the entrance of the alley, with her hands on the wall, as if banging against the wall. The scholar closed his eyes and said not to touch his body up and down very honestly.
Meng De was a little confused about the situation for a moment.
"Male cultivators should protect themselves when going out."
[Protective ass, can’t you see that this is a love game between husband and wife? I have to say, young people really know how to play]
Don't look at anything inappropriate. Meng De lowered his head and was about to leave when he heard a slightly familiar voice coming from behind him. His words seemed a little uncertain: "Elder brother?"
"Oh, it's really you, Senior Brother, me, don't you remember me? I am Ai Tushen, the 2,500th disciple of our generation."
[Brother, you are very brave. If you get hit for doing something like this, others will have their heads buried in the ground. Still, he is hit by an acquaintance. He still dares to come up and talk to him. What a young man. If he is so shameless, if he is in Hehuan With a little training, you will become a great talent! 】
When people came up to say hello, Meng De was embarrassed.
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Two Thousand Five Hundred. I remember when your first love married a member of a certain big family, and you were disheartened and wandered down the mountain. I want to meet you here."
"Senior Brother, you remember wrongly. That was the 25th Senior Brother Lanqiu. I went down the mountain to conquer demons, was injured, and lost all my cultivation. I left the sect." Ai Tushen said with a longing look on his face, "I remember that the senior brothers said to me at that time I took good care of him, but unfortunately my mother heard that I was seriously injured and refused to let me continue to practice, so she asked someone to arrest me and take me down the mountain to inherit the family business."
This guy was also quite thick-skinned. He hugged the woman who was adjusting her clothes and said, "Elder brother, this is my wife."
Ai Tushen said that he hadn't seen him for seven or eight years, and when he arrived at his territory, he must show his kindness as a landlord, and took Mengde to his house as a guest.
Ai Tushen's house was magnificent. As soon as he returned home, a group of warblers and swallows surrounded him. Ai Tushen introduced Meng De one by one. These people were his concubines from the first to the 108th.
"My cultivation level is useless, but fortunately I still have my energy and blood, and my body is not much worse than the ordinary foundation-building realm. In addition, I was born with strong abilities, so my mother raised so many wives and concubines for me.
Originally, I was a firm supporter of monogamy. I didn’t want one wife and one wife too little, but I was mainly afraid that they wouldn’t be able to bear it. "
After a group of warblers could not bear to go back to their rooms to sleep, Ai Tushen asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, how is the master doing? In the past few years, I heard from several senior brothers that the master is quite haggard."
Meng De gently patted Aitushen on the shoulder and said, "You are worrying too much. Master, he is in good health."
Just kidding, that old pervert has been a hand-off shopkeeper for more than three hundred years. Apart from naming the Lingshi, he basically never returns to the sect. He wants to live as cool and unrestrained as possible, and he is even haggard.
"I have always wanted to go back to Taixuan these years. However, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. From China to the West Wind, it is hundreds of millions of miles away. As a mortal, I am powerless."
The two of them drank together over wine, and Meng De was always unwary when facing his junior brother, so he didn't use his spiritual power to resist, and lay down on the wine table first.
Ai Tushen, who was looking drunk, suddenly stood up and whispered softly: "Come here, tie him up and take him to the dungeon."
The smile on Aitu Shen's face was no longer there.
"I didn't expect to meet someone from Taixuan Sect here. It's really an unexpected bonus."
Time went forward, and many disciples of Taixuan Sect, including Ai Tushen, went down the mountain to slay the demons. Only Ai Tushen returned to Taixuan Sect with a seriously injured body.
In fact, the group of people who came down the mountain had long been wiped out.
The demon was seriously injured, and its physical body was beaten to the point of collapse. It had no choice but to possess Ai Tushen and return to Taixuan Sect. He wanted to borrow the spiritual energy from the major spiritual mountains of Taixuan Sect to repair the injury, but he didn't expect those fellow apprentices to care too much about him. Now, someone is taking care of him around the clock.
Ai Tushen had no choice but to find an excuse to leave Taixuan and settle down in Xifeng State, hundreds of millions of miles away. Over the years, he has controlled this city.
Zhang Xianren's secret method of refining the blood pill is all part of his plan. When the pill is completed, it will be the day of Zhang Xianren's death, and he will use the blood pill as a medium to completely integrate his soul with this body.
