When Yao Ziyi heard Chen Meng's muttering, he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and said: "Junior sister is not bad at magical powers, why should she envy senior brother for such a small skill."
Can the magical power of time also be called a small skill?
Chen Meng was too lazy to talk to Yao Ziyi, so he stretched out his hand, and one of the piles of forged jade talismans on the ground flew towards him and fell into his hand.
Although this jade talisman is a forgery, it was made by Yao Ziyi by condensing a snapshot of the real jade talisman from the past. It is no different from the real jade talisman.
The only difference is time.
"These two hundred fake jade charms will disappear on their own in one day."
Yao Ziyi reminded, Chen Meng frowned when he heard this, "Only one day?"
"Be content."
Yao Ziyi handed the real jade talisman to Chen Meng, "This is because your jade talisman took a long time to make and can capture much more time flows than mine. Otherwise, the fake jade talisman would take even less time. "
"That's okay, I'll just hurry up."
Chen Meng no longer hesitated, turned his hand and took out a fiery red feather, and handed it to Yao Ziyi with a smile: "I have to trouble my senior brother to work hard tonight to spread the jade talisman."
Yao Ziyi nodded, took the feather and put it into the storage ring.
When Chen Meng saw him putting away the feathers, he immediately took out a rune stone plate. With a slight wave of his sleeves, the soundproofing restrictions began to dissipate.
And at the moment when the restriction was completely lifted, Yao Ziyi had a smile on his face: "I'll bring the fairy seedlings here."
Chen Meng hummed softly, and at the same time sent a message to wake up the Yangmai disciples who were practicing in the room. The quiet courtyard suddenly became a little noisier.
"Senior sister seems to be recommending fairy seedlings to Fengqingmen, why don't we go and take a look?"
"Don't look, too lazy to go."
"Didn't you see enough of the disciple recruitment ceremony a month ago?"
"Senior brother, don't mention it anymore. I almost vomited during those few months!"
"What's so interesting about the fairy seedlings of Fengqingmen?"
"Sister, it's rare that we don't care about our cultivation. Why don't we go out for a walk?"
"..."
While everyone was chatting, Yao Ziyi had brought Xiang Shen and the others into the courtyard, and naturally there was another burst of bragging.
The two spies who were watching secretly yawned.
"Chen Meng is really careful. The forbidden stone plate is an extremely rare treasure at first glance."
"Sects like these are most afraid of leaking the sect's inheritance. When disciples practice, they must naturally guard against the prying eyes of others."
"Hahaha, when they enter the secret realm of the medicine garden, capture two of them and torture them. Maybe we can also learn some sword cultivation skills."
"This matter needs to be kept hidden from the higher ups, otherwise we may act without permission and be left without food."
"Don't worry, if you and I don't tell, who will know?"
The two were chatting over the phone, and suddenly one of them narrowed his eyes and saw Yao Ziyi's leaving figure: "The Shanzong monk left, but the two immortal seedlings were really left behind by Chen Meng."
Another person shook his head and sighed: "Joining the Fengqing Sect at this time will lead to your own death..."
"..."
"Why are these two spies talking about useless things?"
Yao Ziyi walked along the mountain road, shook his head slightly, turned around and entered a trail.
He walked for a while, and after making sure that no one was watching in the dark, he immediately put away the Tianyin snail and took out the feather he just got from Chen Meng.
After a faint flash of firelight, Yao Ziyi walked out of the path with another unremarkable face and quickly headed towards the resting point of the monks at the foot of the mountain.
Little did Yao Ziyi know that shortly after he left, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the void beside the quiet mountain road, and a young monk with a cold face walked out of it.
He stared at the place where Yao Ziyi's face changed, pondered for a moment, and walked straight to the small courtyard of Wanmai Sword Sect.
After Chen Meng arranged Xiang Shu and the two of them in an empty room on the west side of the small courtyard, without saying much, he turned around and summoned everyone in Yangmai to gather in the main room.
After everyone had arrived, Chen Meng swept around the Yangmai disciples and spoke loudly: "Tomorrow, there will be a mixed crowd in the medicine garden. To be on the safe side, the core disciples will go with me, and the rest will stay behind."
At Fengqingmen, we will return to the sect together after I come out. "
As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly burst into mourning.
"Senior sister, can't we extend it to the inner disciples?"
"Senior Sister, cultivation is not easy, and we also need vermillion fruits!"
"Tomorrow we are just going to help Senior Brother Lin calm down, and we don't need to do anything, so why can't we go?"
Yan Zhen listened to the crowd wailing and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he had used all the resources before coming, barely managed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and obtained the core disciple token. Otherwise, he would have had to go through additional troubles to join the Pantheon this time.
"I've made up my mind, no need to say more, just do it."
Chen Meng made a final decision, then his pupils turned and suddenly fell on the person standing at the end of the crowd, "Li Wansheng, you are responsible for taking good care of the younger disciples in the sect, as well as the two Shan Sect disciples in the west wing. Don't let them Running around."
Li Wansheng was suddenly called by name, and he suddenly became excited and nodded: "Yes!"
After he answered, he looked up and saw that Chen Meng had left, feeling a little flattered.
The senior sister usually treats young disciples like him without any pretense, so why did she suddenly call him by name today?
Could it be that the senior sister remembered him because he performed well in this apprenticeship ceremony?
Li Wansheng thought so and felt excited.
Being able to come to Fengqingmen to celebrate his birthday this time was originally an opportunity brought by the apprentice recruitment ceremony. He must seize it and not disappoint his senior sister!
The night is getting darker.
Chen Meng returned to his room and was about to take a rest. Before he took two steps towards the bed, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
She turned around suddenly, looked at the bookshelf with fixed eyes, and said coldly: "Coming in uninvited is not the way to treat a guest."
As soon as these words fell, a young monk slowly walked out from behind the bookshelf, held his fist respectfully toward Chen Meng, and spoke humbly:
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Chen. There are spies watching outside the hospital. It's really inconvenient for me to come and pay my respects openly. After much deliberation, I can only make this decision."
Seeing his attitude, Chen Meng softened his tone and said, "Where do you mean this?"
The young man smiled and said nothing, and just grabbed it with his hand, and actually grabbed a wisp of flame from the void.
When Chen Meng saw the flames, his expression changed slightly. Without saying a word, he took out the stone plate, waved his sleeves and placed a ban, sealing the entire room.
The young man watched, but smiled and said: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen. Before I came in, I had already used some tricks around the two spies, so I wouldn't have seen the scene just now."
Chen Meng put away the stone plate and asked with a gloomy expression, "Who are you?"
The young man held his hand again and replied calmly: "I am practicing in Xia Dongzhou, Dong Jinghuan."
Chen Meng was slightly startled, but she didn't expect that the other party would answer her question directly.
"I came to the banquet because of Zhu Guo."
Dong Jinghuan then spoke: "After today's banquet, I felt that everything was weird. I didn't want to wade into this muddy water. However, when I was leaving, I sensed this ray of flame escaping from my fellow Taoist."
Dong Jinghuan looked helpless, "The flame of the true fire is exactly what I need urgently. I wonder if I can make a deal with Fellow Daoist Chen?"
When Chen Meng heard this, a smile finally appeared on his face, "It turns out that I came here to ask for the treasure."
She walked to the table and sat down, opened the two cups of tea with a wave of her hand, and poured two cups of tea herself.
Dong Jinghuan consciously sat down across from him and asked humbly, "I wonder if you, Daoyou Chen, can give up your love?"
"Friend Dong Dao also knows that treasures always belong to those who are capable."
Chen Meng turned the tea cup in his hand and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "This flame of true fire is of little use to me, but it cannot be given away casually."
When Dong Jinghuan heard this, instead of being disappointed, he laughed and said, "I understand what Fellow Daoist Chen means."
"clear?"
Chen Meng looked Dong Jinghuan up and down with his eyes, "Then, fellow Taoist Dong, tell me, what is your value that I can give you as a gift?"
Dong Jinghuan was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Chen Meng, isn't that your Taoist friend's real name?"
Chen Meng's heart was slightly shaken, but on the surface he remained calm: "How can you see that?"
"The Pantheon is in chaos. If the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect only sends its disciples to celebrate the birthday without making other preparations, how can it remain standing in Xizhou for tens of thousands of years?"
Dong Jinghuan said in a calm tone, "The pulse is cultivated in the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect. After all, it is a small pulse. Although Chen Meng has some cultivation, he has accumulated it over time, and his strength and brains are mediocre.
It is indeed enough for her to serve as the senior sister in Yangmai, but it is too difficult to compete with the Pantheon. "
When Dong Jinghuan said this, he saw that the smile on "Chen Meng's" face faded slightly. He knew that he had guessed correctly, and his tone was slightly relaxed, and he continued:
"Pantheon's eyes are all-pervasive, and every move is carefully planned. If it senses anything amiss, it may be withdrawn directly.
If the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect wants to counterattack, it must find an unobtrusive way, so..."
Dong Jinghuan looked at "Chen Meng" with a smile: "It seems logical that Taoist Fellow Daoist came to replace Chen Meng and come to destroy the Pantheon's plan. The Taoist Fellow of Shan Sect who left with a ray of true fire breath just now , it must also come from the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect, right?"
After saying this, the room fell into silence.
"Chen Meng" stared at Dong Jinghuan and was silent for a long time before speaking again: "When Dongdao friend was in Dongzhou, he must not have been an unknown person, right?"
Dong Jinghuan was startled and sighed softly: "What about being famous, what about being unknown? In front of her, after all, she is just a grain of light. Who dares to compete with her?"
"she?"
"Chen Meng" repeated softly, and then he quickly realized who the "she" in Dong Jinghuan's mouth was.
Dare to compare with the Earth God of Dongzhou, this Dong Jinghuan is really not easy to compare with.
"Chen Meng"'s eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked: "Friend Dong Dao is not low in cultivation, and his methods are not bad. Why not choose a sect in Xizhou to join? Life is not easy for casual cultivators."
"Fellow Taoist, are you trying to recruit me?"
Dong Jinghuan laughed dumbly, "Everyone has his own ambitions, and I'm used to being idle."
"I just mentioned it casually. Since my fellow Taoist doesn't want to, then forget it."
"Chen Meng" touched the storage ring with his fingertips, and with a flash of fire in his hand, a fiery red feather appeared out of thin air.
"The flames of true fire in this feather are rare and not enough to be refined into a magic weapon. However, if it is used to understand the true meaning of fire, it is enough."
Chen Meng pushed the feather in front of Dong Jinghuan and smiled brightly: "I will give this thing to fellow Taoist, as it will form a good relationship between me and fellow Taoist."
Dong Jinghuan looked at the fiery red feathers in front of him, his lips slightly pursed, and his eyes were a little complicated.
"I haven't asked yet, what is your real name, fellow Taoist?"
"Senior brother named me Shui, Shui Yueyao."
"Tomorrow is June! June must maintain perfect attendance!!!"
