Xue Mu was not in the mood to clean up the chaos inside and outside the battlefield. Xiahou Di Wentian led the crowd to keep the presidency and sweep the tail, transfer the wounded to the Yaowang Valley, rebuild the messy sword-making valley, and sort out the current chaos in the Natural Gate and Haitian Pavilion.

Mo Xuexin and Mu Jianli also went back to see the disaster situation caused by Xujing in his place. Xue Mu left Xu not many others to take care of Xia Wenxuan, and soon brought the other six people back to Lingzhou in silence.

Yuan Zhong was also captured by him at the same time. Xue Mu felt that this monk's ultimate move might be useful.

Yuan Zhong was almost kidnapped by Zuo Qingqiu and You Ye to Lingzhou, and was confused all the way. He could not understand that everyone looked happy after the victory. Xue Mu did not enjoy the joy of victory at all, but instead looked dead with his wife's expression on his face.

Aren’t your women all jumping around, at most a little bit of injury. People who roll on their heads of the martial arts are as normal as eating and drinking water. If you don’t ask if the sky is broken, they are still like nothing else. Are you as for it? I am still injured, and Luzhou is also affected by the disaster...

The most annoying thing was that when I arrived at the Xingyue Sect Mountain Gate, I didn’t feel like being a distinguished guest. I just left Yue Xiaochan and smiled and talked nonsense with him. Xue Mu and Xue Qingqiu were gone at night.

According to Yue Xiaochan's meaning, this girl is not tired of her husband, and she is responsible for receiving you pitifully. She already gives you face, what else do you want?

Yuan Zhong was amused and crying.

In fact, Yue Xiaochan was also puzzled. No one, including her, knew what Xue Mu was doing. Is it very happy to be a savior once and report it to the ancestor Burning Incense solemnly? His expression doesn’t look like it!

When Xue Mu entered the ancestral hall, he focused on the portrait hanging on the front at first sight.

Meng Huanzhen looked up at the moon, as if it was yesterday.

Xue Mu suddenly wanted to cry.

This is a picture I drew with my own hands... It was painted last night... But after a night, the painting turned yellow and covered with thousands of years of vicissitudes.

A dream for a thousand years.

The girl who leaned on her shoulder last night, smiled sweetly, pecked her lips and said, "Don't be greedy", is there only this cold portrait left?

No wonder when I first saw this painting, I felt a very distant sense of familiarity in my heart, because this painting was filled with my soul...

Xue Qingqiu and Yang Ye looked at each other silently, and they all felt the deep sadness in Xue Mu's heart.

He disappeared for a day and a night, what happened...

Xue Mu walked forward slowly and reached out to stroke the portrait.

This time he was very targeted, and his soul penetrated deeply into the portrait and found the mark he deliberately left.

Another ray of spiritual soul is entangled with its own soul, and it has been entangled for thousands of years.

Xue Mu was careful not to touch Meng Huanzhen's spiritual soul, but just explored the memories of his imprinting experience.

There seemed to be a ripples in front of me, and the scene slowly changed. In a hazy way, I saw Meng Huanzhen rushing into a room quickly.

Xue Qingqiu and Xiaoye stood up straight in horror, and they were also sensing.

"Master!" In the hazy and illusory scene, a young man and woman came forward: "We saw the way of heaven turned into nine tripods..."

"Puff..." Meng Huanzhen squirted out a mouthful of blood and staggered into the seat.

The boy and woman's faces turned pale, so she quickly helped her over: "Master..."

"It's okay." Meng Huanzhen waved her hand: "In a chaotic battle, Ji Hao and I both suffered losses. No one got any benefit anyway."

"That tripod..."

"The Nine Cauldrons are scattered everywhere, and they will automatically divide the towns into all directions. Everyone has left, and they will go to heal their wounds and prepare for the battle for the cauldron." Meng Huanzhen sneered: "I knew that after the transformation of the heavenly way, there will be a war that will never be peaceful."

The apprentices looked at each other and stopped talking.

Meng Huanzhen suddenly laughed: "Ji Hao wanted to attack me, but he took advantage of the situation where everyone else was injured and captured the Nine Cauldrons and unified the universe. As a result, someone was clever and shouted, causing the scene to be in chaos. Now he is so crazy. I see Ji Hao's nose is crooked, and I deserve it."

The apprentice asked, "Who?"

Meng Huanzhen shook her head gently, her eyes slowly became melancholy, and she whispered: "It is very likely that I will never see you again... I know why he is sad, because in his heart, I am already a dead person... Maybe... I still have been dead for a long time."

The two apprentices widened their eyes in horror.

"After all, it's just a dream..." Meng Huanzhen sighed in a low voice, and then he didn't know what he remembered, so he took out something from Qiankun's bag.

"This is the recent note of the master's experience and new records of martial arts and skills. You can keep it and practice it well in the future. Well... There is a sentence in it... Ha, forget it, just that, so what if you change it, let's just find someone to practice it together?"

“Master…”

Meng Huanzhen slowly opened the portrait and looked at it for a while before saying, "This painting is my spiritual position. I have separated my spirit and souls from it. You can understand my great way from it. This is the treasure of the sect. No matter what happens in the future, this thing must not be discarded."

"Yes." The apprentice hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Was separation of the spirit soul a great loss to the master's lifespan?"

"Life-life is not important anymore. The decisive battle is approaching. No matter how Ji Hao and I fight, they will only be a loss-making situation. Even the winner will probably not live long. Why do we still have a life span?"

“…”

"The stars in this painting have been moved to the direction by my spirit. In the future..." Meng Huanzhen paused for a long time before saying: "If someone in the future causes the stars to change and change the scene, it is the soul traction and return to the original portrait. This person is the Lord of Stars and Moons."

"Stars and Moons?"

"Yes, our branch will be named Xingyue Sect from then on."

"Yes." Both apprentices bowed to receive it, and it was no surprise. After all, Meng Huanzhen said that they were related to the night sky, stars and moon, so this name is natural.

Meng Huanzhen sighed in a low voice: "I promised someone not to compete for the tripod and would break his promise. I don't care about other tripods. I will not let him get the tripod that Ji Hao is most determined to win, which is engraved with the way of the universe, I will not make it so easy for him to take!"

Neither apprentice dared to respond. Today, the master showed it very clearly. She was determined to die and was explaining her funeral.

"Everyone worked together to eliminate evil, but some people plotted against comrades and secretly plotted their own power, and they were destined not to let his dream come true. If I win, everything would not be raised. If I lose, Ji Hao would not be able to suppress the eight people for a few days, and from then on, the country will be nine points, and he will be happy in vain." Meng Huanzhen said lazily: "It's ridiculous that Zheng Wuzi and the others said that I disregarded the overall situation of the country. Do you want me to give my head to them? I am just a willful woman, and their ambitions are nothing to do with me."

The disciples laughed. People said that Meng Huanzhen was not good at teaching his disciples, and taught his disciples a bit evil. In fact, Meng Huanzhen himself was a bit evil in nature, and it was even more exposed at this time.

Meng Huanzhen said again: "But you may become a thorn in the Ji family's side. It's my master who is sorry for you."

The two disciples said, "What does Master mean? If Master is defeated, we should avenge our master. Even if they don't treat us as thorns, we will fight against them to the end."

Meng Huanzhen smiled quite pleasedly: "It's great, it's worth my inheritance."

She continued to take things from Qiankun bag, and set up a table with all kinds of treasures: "I used to cast swords for Zheng Wuzi, leaving some useless good things. Do you keep them... Huh?"

She suddenly paused and took a white pebbly-sized stone in her hand to be stunning.

"Is this a black trunk stone?" The apprentice stretched his head: "It is said that its solidity can withstand a blow from Hedao. It is very rare. There are not many pieces in the world."

"Well..." Meng Huanzhen put his chin on his back and pondered, and suddenly he added force on his hand and began to transmit energy.

The white stones slowly began to show the moonlight, with a light yellow luster.

"Master, you are..."

"How much can a stone protect? Doing some transformations for the teacher can trigger energy reactions and open the shield when there is a true qi attack. The power of the teacher can last for at least a thousand years and protect you."

The apprentice choked up a little: "Master..."

"Don't be so touched, I'm just thinking about men." Meng Huanzhen took the effort, and sweat appeared on her forehead. It can be seen that this energy transmission and treasure transformation were quite hard for her, but she had a sweet smile on her face, her eyes were gentle, and she muttered to herself in a low voice: "It turns out you changed."

"Uh...Master..."
Chapter completed!