The snow is heavy, like a flying silver butterfly.

Meng Yang, who was standing on the street, couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, he eats supermarket-bought dumplings at home.

Listening to the next-door neighbors chatting about what they saw and heard, sometimes they could meet friends who came to eat.

Although he is in another world now, the feeling in his heart that he can't forget still lingers.

Without saying a word, he walked towards the center of the street.

What is surprising is that the snowflakes in the sky bounced off when they fell five meters around him.

Standing on the street for a long time, there was not the slightest snowflake, but it attracted a lot of attention.

The lively town is filled with cheerful laughter and shouts at the moment.

The child who kept grabbing the snow with his hands, kneading it into a ball, and hitting snow poles made Meng Yang's frowning brows rarely stretch.

Meng Yang, who sighed, dispelled the transparent spirit shield that shrouded his body and let the snowflakes fall on his body.

"It's cold, isn't it..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a hearty laugh walked next to Meng Yang.

The child behind him, like a little penguin, walked and clung to the falling snow, and responded with a milky voice.

Looking at the innocent smile on the child's face, Meng Yang smiled indifferently and walked away silently.

As soon as he stepped into the city street, looking at the rows of snacks shouting with umbrellas, Meng Yang was unceremonious, sweeping wherever he went.

The food in his mouth, and the skewers in his hands, made the shouting merchants on both sides of the street louder.

When he reached an intersection, Meng Yang looked up and immediately looked happy.

"Dumplings..."

Pointing to the small flag planted in the dirt and waving in the snowy wind.

Lifting the heavy curtain to resist the wind and cold, Meng Yang was surprised by the number of people and business of this dumpling.

"Guest officer, please, you want something to eat. ”

As soon as I walked into the store, I saw a clever boy with a feather in his hand walking over.

While politely asking Meng Yang what he was eating, he gently patted the snowflakes on Meng Yang's body with hairy feathers.

"Serve all the delicious food. ”

"Okay, sit here, sit here..."

The little guy responded loudly, and hurriedly sat in an unmanned seat with Meng Yang.

As he was leaving, Meng Yang suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Wait..."

"What do you command?"

"I'm getting two jugs of good wine..."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yang flicked his thumb, and a spirit stone immediately arced from the air and fell into the hands of the little guy.

"Go ahead..."

The little girl's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly made a move, and was reluctant to leave under Meng Yang's hand.

After waiting for a while, the hot dumplings and wine dishes were served with a smile on the little girl's face.

Meng Yang, who ate the first dumpling, looked satisfied, and the taste was good, no wonder the business in the store was so lively.

Unplugged the wine and poured a sip, Meng Yang licked the corners of his mouth, letting the spicy mouth of the wine like fire enter his stomach.

There was a steady stream of people who came to eat dumplings, and in the blink of an eye, the whole hut was full of people.

The words of laughter and longing were endless, which made Meng Yang, who was drinking alone, quite emotional.

Suddenly, Meng Yang frowned, and after a few breaths, the heavy curtain was lifted and a man and a woman walked in.

Seeing Meng Yang's expression change, he turned his head to look over.

In his sight, he saw this man and a woman.

The man's bearing is extraordinary, his appearance is handsome, and the woman's beauty is like a crown of jade, showing off her wisdom and wisdom, like a girl next door.

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Although the two of them tried their best to hide the aura of the monk, it was still Meng Yang, who had an extremely strong spiritual sense, sensed it.

As if feeling something, the man and the woman also looked over.

After seeing Meng Yang and Chen Jingyi, the man swept the crowded wine table, then pulled the beautiful woman next to him and walked over.

"This friend, I don't know if I can sit down, please forgive me for the interruption. ”

The three eyes met, Meng Yang was silent and nodded.

The beautiful woman, with a warm smile on her face, nodded her head slightly, and sat down.

And the man, sitting opposite Meng Yang with an expressionless face, stared at him with interest.

The little guy came, and after ordering a few dumplings, the man saw the wine in front of Meng Yang.

Wrinkling his nose and smelling slightly, the man shook his head helplessly, took out the wine jug from his waist, took out two jade cups, poured the wine, pushed one of the jade cups to Meng Yang, and said kindly: "This wine is not good, or drink my cup." ”

He groaned a little and glanced at the man.

Meng Yang didn't say a word, drank it all, and then said coldly: "Say, how do you know that I am here?"

As soon as the murderous words came out, the wine that entered the stomach immediately opened an indescribable warmth, wandering all over the body, and the dark disease of injury and pain seemed to disappear under this wine.

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I am not the person you say I am, on the contrary, I am suffering with you. ”

Meng Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to smile and said, "Oh, in this way, it is fate that you and I meet." ”

The manly and relaxed saliva and wine said indifferently: "Fate can't be said, it's just that they are all fallen people at the end of the world, if you guess well, Daoyou should be famous in the Eastern Wilderness Sand Plain, and the black-shirted Yama will put it..."

Meng Yang didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the wine jug in front of the man, poured a sip of wine, and then said: "What's the matter, what's not the matter..."

"The ancient burials and old lands are in turmoil, and they are rarely heard of in the present world, even some sect monks have never known about it. ”

"My friend is a casual cultivator, and he has this combat power, why don't you join the Zhengmeng and contribute to the rise and fall of my generation?..."

"Oh..."Meng Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, but his inner sneer was normal: "It turns out that you are pimped!"

Seeing the two of them looking calm, the corners of Meng Yang's mouth then raised, and he sneered: "I don't know how terrifying the ancient burial place is, I only understand, there are soldiers who shed blood and tears to protect their homeland, and then there are selfish and greedy people who live hard, I want to ask you, you are charging into battle, but they are in trouble in the world but cannot be punished, on what basis?"

What kind of place is the "place of ancient burial of old soil", Meng Yang actually doesn't know.

Even mentioning and explaining this in the Qianyuan Sect Book Pavilion is only a passing mention.

But Meng Yang is not stupid, there are some things he hasn't experienced, it doesn't mean that he hasn't thought about it.

Whether it is Rao Tianhuang's origin, or the extraterritorial demon who was swallowed by him, or the big hand that covers the sky and the sun in the palace at the bottom of the broken river and lake in the East Barren Sand Plain, it all shows that this world is very complicated, and it is also very small.

As young as he knew that there was no other realm in this world except for the five lakes and the four seas, he knew that he was in a deep well.

If the world is compared to a well, they are frogs in the well to be slaughtered.

And what exactly is the "place of ancient burial of old soil", the answer is about to come out.

Either their graves, or they broke away from here and faced the vast passage of the sea.

Fu Tianzhuo, who is a good friend, also hinted at him before, a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, once he enters the palace martial realm, he will go to a place where he will die and live an extremely terrifying life, which is why Zhao Guo Nanzhou is ruo

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The great Qianyuan Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples, but the disciples Meng Yang has seen in the sect have never been one-tenth of the reason.

What should come will always come, Meng Yang will not escape, he ridicules the two, and he also hates that there are always so many people, standing at the highest point of morality, to guide the country, to distinguish right from wrong, and to judge all the behaviors they think should be based on their own view of right and wrong.

Yes, why? We fought bloodily to defend our homeland, but there are people in our homeland who are causing trouble and leaving no one to take care of it?

So what's the point, just because I'm strong? Just because I've been hunted down by these troubled people and haven't died yet?

So I'm going to be like you, first talk about fate, and then talk about saving the common people?

Isn't this a joke? Meng Yang can't see so far, let alone have a virgin's heart, as a citizen of Zhao State, as a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, in order to protect his family and have a safe and healthy world, go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, Meng Yang will never frown.

Even if it is death, it is the place of death, and death is meaningful.

Why should those who claim to be demon cultivators and evil cultivators be ungrateful, wolf-hearted, and comfortable to share the results.

If you don't go to the battlefield, you don't want to be grateful, but for your own selfish interests, you do a lot of evil, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil.

For Meng Yang, this kind of talent is the most chilling, and it is also the reason why Meng Yang is the most angry.

"After all, you and I are just pawns, not chessboards, and we are not chess players. ”

"Helpless sigh is powerless after all, so it's better to integrate into this plate and be a quiet flag?"

Meng Yang continued to sneer in his heart: "The game is divided into big and small, and the chess is also divided into black and white, what you are talking about is small chess, as chess players, they are just a ridiculous chess piece with or without self-deception among all living beings, and they have not detached, and you are the same." ”

"Here comes the dumplings..."

At this moment, the little servant came with two plates of dumplings, put them on the table with a smile, and then retreated and left.

Looking at the hot dumplings, the man was thoughtful, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

"Chess is like skin, stuffing is like a child, chopsticks are like a lock, chessboard is like a porcelain plate, the only difference is who enters the belly first, who enters the belly later, if you want to change, only to break through the real martial arts, although you and I are not the same, the battlefield is the same, and I Meng Yang is confident, incomparably confident, can be in this turbulent, bloody and ruthless road, step out of my footprints. ”

The man suddenly smiled: "How can my friend have such courage, just because he can escape from the siege of the hundred early martial palace martial artists? You know, not only you, but I can also, the group of people I know can too, and their goal is also like you." ”

After drinking the last glass of wine, Meng Yang closed his eyes and got up, took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the man, and said calmly: "Because I Meng Yang really has chess in my heart, then this game of chess, breaking through the realm of the True Martial Grandmaster is just the beginning..."

"Zhenwu is just the beginning?"

When the man heard Meng Yang's calm words, which shocked his heart, he was in awe.

The monstrous waves set off by the wind blowing into the sea completely made him understand that he still underestimated the young man in front of him.

This terrifying strongman who had just appeared in the Northwest Wasteland and blew a hurricane.

"Thank you for the good wine, and I hope that one day, we can fight side by side on the battlefield. ”

With that, Meng Yang drank all the liquor he had bought on the table and turned to leave.

"Chi... How is this person?. The woman, who hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help but ask softly when she saw that the man hadn't moved for a long time.

Looking at the back of the spiritual consciousness that stepped towards the south city and the top of the city ridge, the man sighed and shook his head.

"I can't..."

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