The bell rang on time for the last class, but the English teacher also delayed the class on time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 With the enthusiastic cooperation of the students, the English teacher was satisfied with the 10-minute delay in the end of the school day.

Most of the students got up and picked up their schoolbags and left, Tang Meng has always had the habit of staying in the classroom for a while after school, and Zhang Wenwen's driver always happened to be ten minutes late, so there were only two people left in the classroom.

As the saying goes: if there is only one man and one woman left in the world, the atmosphere is either very warm or very embarrassing. At this time, Tang Meng was very embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

The sun outside the window is just right, the sea breeze blows, the tall locust leaves move with the wind, and the shade of the trees makes people not feel hot, but only a feeling of warmth. Tang Meng finally couldn't stop the doubts in his heart, stopped his pen, and looked at Zhang Wenwen, who was writing her homework as always. Zhang Wenwen also raised her head to look at Tang Meng with some feeling.

At this time, Tang Meng finally asked, "What do you mean by what you said at that time?"

Zhang Wenwen looked puzzled: "What did Tang Meng say?"

Tang Mengdu was a little suspicious that he had auditory hallucinations at that time, but he still asked, "Do you say there are any monsters in the world?"

Zhang Wenwen seemed to finally remember, and asked simply: "Oh yes, then what do you think?"

Tang Meng was silent, Zhang Wenwen seemed to be seriously discussing this issue, not casually. In his past life, he always learned materialism to remind Tang Meng that this is impossible, but he has experienced too many things recently, and the information in the book left by the master made Tang Meng have a new view on ghosts and gods.

"I guess there is. Tang Meng said slowly again and again.

"Oh, is it? But others say it's nonsense, why does Tang Meng say yes? Is it something you've experienced?" Zhang Wenwen changed her weak voice and asked Tang Meng a little calmly.

Regarding the change in Zhang Wenwen's style, Tang Meng finally determined that something was wrong with her. So Tang Meng asked lightly: "Why are you sure that monsters exist?"

"I just asked you what you think, I didn't say it must exist. Zhang Wenwen blinked and said slyly.

"Yes. Tang Meng thought that he couldn't ask anything, so he turned his head and wrote his homework.

"Tang Meng, are you angry?" Zhang Wenwen regained her weak and helpless appearance and asked cautiously.

Tang Meng secretly thought that this face change would be a fight with Michelia. Helplessly, he turned his head again and stared at Zhang Wenwen's eyes.

"Actually, I just want to find a topic to talk to Tang Meng, and I don't mean anything else. Zhang Wenwen whispered, and a blush appeared on her face again.

"Oh, I see. Tang Meng said with some embarrassment.

But the woman's heart is really a needle. Tang Meng still felt that something was wrong, he couldn't tell what Tang Meng was, in short, Zhang Wenwen gave Tang Meng an illusion, as if it was Zhang Wenwen in front of her, but not herself.

Suddenly, Zhang Wenwen's housekeeper appeared at the school gate. Said solemnly: "Miss should go." ”

"Then Tang Meng, I'll go first. Zhang Wenwen said and slowly stood up and packed her things.

"Can you add a classmate all the time, it sounds awkward, call me Tang Meng in private." Tang Meng said lightly.

And Zhang Wenwen looked very happy when she heard it. Raising his head, the corners of his mouth were filled with a smile and asked, "Really, Tang Meng? No, Tang Meng?"

Seeing Zhang Wenwen weakly calling herself tentatively, Tang Meng was a little speechless. responded to Zhang Wenwen: "Well, goodbye, Zhang Wenwen." ”

When she arrived at the door, Zhang Wenwen suddenly turned her head and said to Tang Meng: "On my birthday next month, can you come to my house? ”

"Okay, I'll go. Tang Meng agreed embarrassedly, Zhang Wenwen's eyes full of anticipation made him unable to refuse, and then Zhang Wenwen smiled very happily.

"Are you really Zhang Wenwen?" Tang Meng suddenly asked Zhang Wenwen, who was about to leave, very seriously.

"Ah Tang Meng, oh no, Tang Meng, what's wrong with you, asking me such a question?" Zhang Wenwen asked a little uneasily, looking at Tang Meng with some fear.

"Maybe it's because I have too much heart, but it's true that there is something wrong with Zhang Wenwen. Hey, was it because I was too indifferent to her before, and didn't realize that she had another side? But lately she seems to be a lot more cheerful. Tang Meng thought.

"No, I'm just thinking about a philosophical question. Tang Meng said perfunctorily. Zhang Wenwen walked away with a puzzled face.

"Miss, what's going on?" the housekeeper asked Zhang Wenwen who was sitting in the car respectfully.

Zhang Wenwen changed her weakness, sat upright, her temperament became very elegant, and she wore a black coat over her school uniform, which actually looked like a queen. And his eyes revealed a vague majesty, and he had already lost his usual cautious appearance, and his eyebrows were tightly locked at this time, obviously thinking about something.

Zhang Wenwen suddenly sighed with some sadness: "Sure enough, I'm a little anxious, it seems to be him, not him." ”

When he returned home, Tang Meng closed his eyes and entered the cultivation period, and the book seemed to be locked, unable to open or enter that space. When he quit last time, the master said that he could not open it until Tang Meng practiced to the next level of sword cultivation realm. However, Tang Meng didn't know how to cultivate the sword, which is the highest realm of sword practitioners in the mortal world: no sword in his hand, no sword in his heart, and the third realm of a soldier who surrenders without martial arts. Throughout the ages, those who can practice this realm are all martial arts geniuses who have practiced true qi, there are great heroes who serve the country and the people, and of course, there are also immortal masters who are talented but hidden, and they have become a great road. In short, this third realm is a realm that is difficult for most martial arts practitioners to reach in their lifetime. However, Tang Meng still had questions, how to achieve victory without a fight? Shouldn't this be just a moral requirement? How to show it in the realm of martial arts?

A stream of true qi ran slowly, wandering through Tang Meng's meridians. The dantian is warm, the kidneys are like soup frying, and the qi is pulsed. This means that Tang Meng has reached the great achievement of cultivating himself in the level of qi training, and Tang Meng's second pulse of Ren Du who has only been practicing for a few days also seems to be loosening. Tang Meng decided to impact the Gongji realm, time passed bit by bit, and the qi kept hitting the second pulse of Ren Du in the process of flowing. Once, twice, Tang Meng felt a sharp pain, the pain entered the bone marrow, a trace of blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and Tang Meng's heart was vaguely hot.

Practicing martial arts is the most taboo and impetuous, Tang Meng remembered the old Taoist words again, so he began to recite the mantra of refining himself: sit cross-legged and calm your heart, relax and be natural. The lips and teeth are lightly closed, and the breathing is slow. The hands must be held firmly, the eyes must be level, and the divine light must be gathered, reaching the heart of heaven。。。。。。

With a "poof", Tang Meng spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his chest and the floor red. Shoulders against the cold wall. His expression was still indifferent, looking at the strange blood on the ground, which spread out into a flower-like shape, and muttered to himself: "I vomited so much blood? ”

I have to say that Tang Meng's talent for practicing qi is so high, he actually reached the peak of mortal martial arts at a young age, opened up the second vein of Ren Du, and finally reached the sixth level of foundation building from practicing himself, the most critical sixth level of sword control. Coupled with the old Taoist and his profound swordsmanship, now Tang Meng is already a top master of mortal swordsmanship, what a young talent!

At this time, Tang Meng silently went to get the mop and prepared to clean the floor, his face did not fluctuate, and he did not have the slightest consciousness of breaking through, as if this achievement was insignificant. However, Tang Meng didn't notice that the strange necklace hanging on his chest that he had just taken off and put on the desk and didn't have time to wipe it had time to wipe it silently absorbed the bright red blood after Tang Meng's blood was splashed, and the part of the angel's wings happened to bloom with a strange light when Tang Meng was away, even the sunlight could not compare to the substantive light, although it was only for a moment, it was as beautiful and dazzling as an epiphany.

The curtains were drawn, and the room went dark. When will I see those who have left me again? Parents, master, and that strange little girl, Michelia. Unconsciously, Tang Meng's eyes were closed, and he gradually fell into a dream, leaving only the necklace flashing with unknown light.

"Run away, master, the judgment of fate is far from over. I ask the god Apollo to help you with divination, prophesying that you will only be able to break free from the shackles of fate when the incomparable blade awakens, on the day the contract of twins is concluded. Hurry up, run away, or everything in this life will come to an end. The angel composed of inexplicable light let out a mournful warning, and said to Tang Meng desperately as if his life was about to wither.

"Who are you?" Tang Meng finally asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time. However, for a long time, the angel looked at Tang Meng sadly and did not answer. She was about to speak, when suddenly the space began to vibrate and fluctuate, and the holy light that spread everywhere began to dim and was about to be extinguished. Even the shape of the angel began to blur more. Eventually, the space began to shatter, like cracked glass.

Only a moment later, this time the space began to collapse faster, plunging Tang Meng into darkness, but he vaguely heard: "You hypocritical gods, I will no longer compromise, I will atone for my past sins......

All that remained was the wild laughter of unknown gods, the clash of metal and the chanting of magic mingling with the music of war。。。。。。

So Tang Meng woke up, but the pain in his chest began again, this time it was stronger than ever, unforgettable, this time it was really in the heart, as if it was pierced by the sharpest sword, Tang Meng covered his chest and curled up on the bed.

"But what kind of pain could it be more painful than the heart?" Tang Meng remembered the expression of the angel in the haze that was more painful than himself, and couldn't help but think about what kind of pain it was, but he didn't think of anything, and even his mind was blank.