Every stroke of this scroll is integrated with emotions and memories. Looking at this scroll, it seems like you can see the various beauty experiences of your past and your wife.

This painting naturally asked Meng Chuan's original heart, and it had a great influence on the soul. The soul was always shining with spiritual light, but it still stayed at the sixth level of the soul when the painting was finished.

"I've finished painting, and I've calmed down."

Meng Chuan sat under the big tree, waved his hand and put away the scroll, "I think I can continue my practice calmly."

Unlike King Zhenwu, King Zhenwu doubted his own path of cultivation, and Meng Chuan had no doubts about his own path of cultivation.

"Let me get drunk. After I get drunk, I will practice well." Meng Chuan took out a jar of fire fruit wine and sat under the big tree and drank the wine.

The fire fruit wine and wine entered his throat, like a flame burning in his chest, and his mind felt a little hot. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body and did not drive away the alcohol. He liked to feel a little drunk.

With his body, even the good wine from Yuanchushan is difficult to really make him drunk.

"July." Meng Chuan sat under a big tree, holding a wine jar and drinking, whispering to himself, "In the past, when I encountered setbacks, I could talk to you, share my happy things with you, and show off in front of you if I have breakthroughs in my practice. When I am sad, you will accompany me... But what will happen? Who will I tell you in the next thousand years?"

Meng Chuan raised his head and drank wine.

Gugugugu.

Firefruit wine is like a fire, burning her chest and drunk, but Meng Chuan's mind is becoming more active, and scenes and beautiful memories appear in his mind.

"When we were together, those happy days, the days of fighting together, and the days of teaching our children together..." Meng Chuan laughed at himself, "It only exists in memories now."

"Can you only remember?"

"It's really ridiculous."

Meng Chuan continued to drink, talking to himself while drinking.

The sky gradually dimmed.

After drinking one jar of wine, another jar of wine.

The drunkenness becomes stronger.

"Everyone said that if the two loves for a long time, they would not be together every day!" Meng Chuan whispered, "But all I want is to be together every day!"

"I'm talking nonsense again, it's impossible."

"Impossible!"

Meng Chuan threw away the hollow wine jar in his hand and pulled out the demon-slaying sword at his waist.

Use the sword technique at will and one move to vent the grief and anger and unwillingness in your heart.

Things in the world cannot be as satisfactory as possible.

Some people give up on themselves, some people sink from now on, and the strong will accept it and work hard to change the future.

But sometimes, even the most powerful person needs to vent.

...

The waning moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the martial arts training ground in Mengfu, Jinghu.

A figure was using sword techniques freely in the martial arts practice field.

"The two passengers flew from all over the world, and the old wings went through the cold and heat." Meng Chuan used his sword technique and recited loudly, and his voice echoed in the dark night.

Once upon a time, he and July were like those flying passengers, and they were also exploring together, no matter how long they were.

"Happiness and separation are painful, and there are even more foolish children."

Too many memories.

Happy days, the pain of parting.

Are you crazy children?

"You should say: There are clouds in thousands of miles, and the snow in the mountains and the shadows of thousands of mountains, who will the shadows go to?" Meng Chuan continued to recite, but the sword technique he used became more and more sad, as if a lonely goose was flying alone among the snow in the mountains and the shadows of 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. When the moonlight was scattered, you could see rays of light penetrated through the void and sprinkled everywhere.

Everything has slowed down.

The moonlight flies slowly, the wind seems to stop, and everything slows down. This slowness is close to "stagnation", making everything in the world like a "paint". Only the moonlight can be scattered faster, but Meng Chuan can clearly see a ray of light with his naked eyes, which makes it more beautiful.

Even after swinging, the sword disappeared from its vision. It was in the gap between time and space, just like the "Xinyi Sword" created by Master Guo Ke, who was unable to see the strongest move and the enemy had no idea at all.

Meng Chuan's sword did not reach the realm of heaven and earth, and was just the first truly successful sword of the ultimate skill of "Endless Sword".

This knife.

It exists in the gaps in time and space, and is difficult to find or stop, and even if you are killed, you cannot see this knife.

This knife changed the time.

Time was almost stopped slowly, and the enemy was already killed.

Only with such a sword, when the cave realm is complete, you will be expected to kill the emperor above the level.

"So this is the real endless knife." Meng Chuan whispered to himself.

The strong feelings and reluctance to give up Meng Chuan waved that knife.

This love is endless, so that there is a knife.

The thunder lineage of "light phase", "yin and yang phase", and "wave phase" was so in such a state of mind that Meng Chuan slashed this sad and beautiful knife that could break the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth.

Legend has it...

When pure speed breaks the rules of heaven and earth, it can also change time.

...

Meng Chuan was still using sword techniques under the moonlight, and his attachment to his wife was all in the sword techniques, using one move.

When his mind was over, Meng Chuan stopped and lay under the big tree... fell asleep.

*******

Yuanchu Mountain, Cave Heaven Pavilion.

"Mengchuan has been looking at the information these days, and first went to Fengxueguan, Jiangzhou City and other places. He also came back to Yuanchu Mountain and now he went to Dongning City." Li Guan frowned and said, "The places he can find out are the places where he and Liu Qiyue once lived. The couple are childhood sweethearts, and they have been in great depth since the age of a hundred years. I am worried that it will have an impact on Mengchuan's practice."

"Although the emotional impact has an impact, it will not cut off the path of cultivation." Luo Tang said, "Some of my gods and demons in Yuanchu Mountain have died in all dynasties. The gods and demons may have an impact in a short time and can generally recover. King Zhenwu was suspicious of the path of cultivation. Liu Qiyue was sleeping... Meng Chuan had no reason to suspect his own path of cultivation."

"Give him some time." Qin Wu's phantom said, "I have to adapt. I think it will be fine in a few months."

"Um."

Li Guanzheng pointed out, "The pressure to guard the city pass is very high, and now there are six super-large city passes. There are only nine Venerables of Creation in the world, and Yuanchu Mountain also needs to be guarded by the Venerable. Two or three super-large city passes... it will be difficult to guard. And I have only a few decades left before my life span, so Meng Chuan needs to grow up as soon as possible and shoulder this burden."

"If you are a human being, you will be weak." Qin Wu said, "I believe that my disciple will recover soon."

"Yes." Li Guan and Luo Tang nodded slightly.

...

The venerables of Yuanchushan were worried about Meng Chuan and did not dare to disturb him.

In Dongning City, on the martial arts training ground in Mengfu in Jinghu, Meng Chuan was still lying asleep under the big tree.

In the morning, the sun rises.
Chapter completed!