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Meng Xunzhen came out of the ruined temple, and walked all the way, always feeling that he had missed something most precious. Because he was in a very low mood, his steps were not fast, so he just chose a random direction and walked slowly.

"Where do we go next?" Walking to a three-way intersection, Meng Xunzhen stopped, and he didn't know where to go for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly remembered that because of his appearance, Guo Jing missed a treasure, so he went in the direction of Zhongdu again.

After nightfall, he sneaked back to Zhongdu and came to the mansion of King Zhao Wanyan Honglie again. Although because of something wrong, the vigilance of the palace is doubled tonight, but for masters like Meng Xunzhen, unless Ouyang Ke and other six masters come to fight in person, they can cause him some trouble, and no matter how many ordinary guards there are, it is just nothing. Quietly restrained a lone palace guard, asked him about the residence of Liang Ziweng, the "old monster of the immortals", and asked him that he was finishing Yan Honglie's study at the moment, so he ordered his sleeping hole and stuffed him into a cave in a rockery.

came to Liang Ziweng's residence, easily restrained the two boys who Liang Ziweng left to guard the baby's belongings, pushed open the door and walked into the room. As soon as I entered the door, I felt that the medicine was rushing to my nose, and I saw that the table, couch, and ground were full of all kinds of medicinal materials, as well as large and small bottles, jars, jars, and bowls. Meng Xunzhen looked around, and a large bamboo basket with a particularly strong medicinal smell in the corner of the wall stopped. He patted the lid of the basket and jerked it open.

As soon as the lid was lifted, I heard a sudden sound, a big snake sprang out of the mouth of the basket, the snake body has the thickness of a small bowl, half of the body is still in the basket, I don't know its length, the most strange thing is that the whole body is as red as blood, the snake's head is flickering and shrinking, and a forked tongue stretches out of the snake's mouth, and it keeps swallowing and shaking, hissing.

Meng Xunzhen had already prepared, the snake had just gotten out of half of its body, he bent the middle finger of his right hand very quickly, chiseled a chestnut into the back of the snake's head, knocked the strange snake out with just the right amount of force, and then pinched the back of its neck and lifted it back into the bamboo basket. Although the medicinal snake blood that Liang Ziweng spent 20 years of hard work to raise had the miraculous effect of nourishing beauty and longevity and greatly increasing his strength, he did not have the interest of drinking snake blood as Guo Jing in the original book, but wanted to take this medicine snake away and find another place to raise it. There is a chance to ask a medical saint to refine the blood of this snake into medicine, so that the effect of the snake's blood can be revived to the extreme. As for the candidate for refining medicine, he already had a plan in his heart.

The rope tied the bamboo basket tightly, and he swept away all the precious medicinal materials that Liang Ziweng had painstakingly collected in the room, and wrapped a huge burden in a sheet. Then he went out with a bamboo basket in one hand and a burden in the other, and sneaked out of the palace by the same way.

After walking out of a while, Meng Xunzhen looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. His howling sound was extremely strange, and the sound was wrapped in his true qi and condensed into a line, and it was sent far into the air before spreading to all sides. Even if someone stood beside him, only a faint sound could be heard.

The whistle stopped, and there was a gust of wind in the air, and two huge white shadows swooped down and landed beside Meng Xunzhen, it was the silver soul and the jade spirit, a pair of incomparable white eagles.

In a densely populated place like Zhongdu, two white eagles with such a huge size naturally couldn't appear openly, so Meng Xunzhen let them roam freely nearby, anyway, with their current strength, there are few natural enemies in nature, but there is no need to worry about their safety.

The double eagle is psychic, after a few days of separation, after meeting, they will all come to Meng Xunzhen's body, chirping in their mouths, and they are very attached to it.

Meng Xunzhen appeased the two eagles for a while, letting the silver soul grasp the bamboo basket and the burden with his claws, while he lay on the back of the jade spirit, and let out a roar from his mouth, the two white eagles agitated their wings, and the wind and dust were blowing, and suddenly flew into the air and headed towards the south.

The double eagle is a different kind of spirit bird, after birth, it is often washed by Meng Xunzhen with innate true qi to wash the body, and swallow a lot of snake gall of the Bodhisattva snake outside Xiangyang City, the muscles and bones are strong, and the longevity of the qi and veins is better than the same kind, so the weight-bearing flight is not difficult at all, and it has been flying for half the night, still in good spirits, and there is no trace of fatigue.

It was dawn, and the eastern sky near the ground had begun to whiten. A moment later, an arc of gold edges rose from below the horizon, radiating billions of soft golden rays. The narrow border of Phnom Penh is constantly expanding, gradually becoming a small semicircle, a semicircle, a large semicircle, and finally a round round golden sphere leaping out of the horizon.

As the sun slowly rose, a piece of light on the ground spread from east to west in a visible degree, and the darkness that had enveloped the entire land kept shrinking and retreating. In a short time, the darkness faded and the sun shone, and the green mountains, green fields, rivers, towns, and roads on the earth appeared like a concrete and micro picture, and at the same time, you could faintly see the human beings who were as small as insects and ants, running back and forth, and began to be busy for the day's livelihood.

"Jade Spirit, let's go down!" Meng Xunzhen snorted violently.

Jade Soul let out a long roar in agreement, and with a flick of his wings, he turned his head and swooped down, followed by the Silver Soul.

Meng Xunzhen's eyes only saw that the scenery on the ground was rapidly expanding in his field of vision, as if he was about to install it. As they approached the ground, the twin eagle iron wings swelled violently, and the momentum of their fall immediately slowed down, and their huge bodies turned around and landed lightly on the ground.

This is the foothills of a low hill, and not far to the left is a green pine forest, and a small Taoist temple is built between the pine forests.

Meng Xunzhen got down from the back of the eagle, carried the bamboo basket and baggage, and instructed the double eagle to hunt and forage for food, and then walked towards the Taoist temple.

A branch of this Taoist temple Chongyang Palace was presided over by Xie Zhicheng, a disciple of Hao Datong, the son of Guangning. Hearing that his uncle came to the door, Xie Zhicheng greeted him backwards, but after listening to the errand arranged for him by Meng Xunzhen, his face immediately became bitter.

Meng Xunzhen naturally didn't care about his mood, and spent a vegetarian meal in the Taoist temple, threw the medicine snake and medicinal herbs over, and told him not to be careless in raising it carefully, so he swaggered away.

Leaving the Taoist temple, he no longer rode the double eagle, walked and walked, touring the mountains and rivers, so as to relax his mind. On this day, when I came to the edge of the Yangtze River, I saw a big river like a giant dragon rolling eastward, and the surging white waves hit the reef forest and rocks on both sides of the bank like a sharp sword in the sky, stirring up the broken jade in the sky. Meng Xunzhen looked at the mighty river that seemed to flow from the wilderness and eternity, and seemed to flow to the distant future, and his heart was agitated, and the little boredom in his chest was swept away.

He brushed out the crape myrtle soft sword wrapped around his waist, snapped his fingers and flicked the sword, accompanied by a high-pitched dragon chant that led to a high song: "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water, the waves sweep away the heroes." Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. On the Baiyuqiao River, it is customary to see the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

The singing stopped, and suddenly there was a sonorous sound in the air, as if it was the song Meng Xunzhen had just sung. The tone was agitated like the clanging of a sword, but I couldn't hear what kind of instrument it was. Meng Xun was really surprised, and was listening intently, the sound of the song suddenly changed, sour and poignant like the cry of a Wuxia ape and the cry of a ghost in the middle of the night, and every note was consistent with his heartbeat. The music became more and more urgent, and his heart beat faster and faster, and he felt his chest pounding, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

"Damn it!" Meng Xunzhen woke up suddenly, and was busy running the Quanzhen Taoist mental method, condensing his mind and eliminating distracting thoughts. After getting rid of the control of the song, he shouted with his sword: "Where are the rats hiding in the dark to make ghosts, get out!" The sound was like spring thunder rolling and echoing on the surface of the river, and it lasted for a long time, suppressing the sound of the song.

The sound of the song flickered, and a strange laugh suddenly appeared behind a clump of rocks by the river, and a sonorous and shrill voice like metal friction said: "What an arrogant junior! ”

Three white-clothed men turned out from behind the stone, one of them was tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a brown beard, not like the people of Middle-earth, with a tough and heroic face with sharp edges and corners, a pair of eyes shining brightly, and eyes like knives and swords, very sharp. The two white-clothed men in the back are dressed as servants, and one of them holds a large zither in his hand, the color is cold and black, it is actually made of steel, and the sound of the song should be this iron zither; The other person held a crooked black iron rod in his hand, and the head of the rod was cast with a cracked and laughing human head, and the sharp snow-white teeth were exposed in the mouth of the human head, and the appearance was very hideous and weird, and what was even more strange was that there were two small snakes with silver scales coiled on the staff, which kept winding up and down.

"Hey, hey! Boy, looks like you know me? The man in white in front of him saw Meng Xunzhen's look of shock and vigilance when he saw him, and asked with a sneer.

Meng Xunzhen held the Ziwei soft sword in his hand upside down, and respectfully arched his hand: "Meng Xunzhen, a disciple of the Junior Quanzhen Sect, has seen Ouyang senior!" Seeing the appearance of this person clearly, and seeing the snake staff and iron kite that had no other branches, he knew that it must be the "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng looked at Meng Xunzhen carefully, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that although Wang Zhenren had passed away, he would leave Meng Xian's nephew such an outstanding heir. It doesn't seem to be long before we old fellows are going to bow down before you. The second Huashan Sword Debate, it is still your Quanzhen Sect that dominates! The words are modest and open-minded, with the style of an elder, but the murderous intent in his eyes is almost substantial.

"The seniors are too famous, and the younger generations are ashamed." Meng Xunzhen knew that this old poison who was bent on seizing the title of "No. 1 in the world" was eager to eradicate every opponent who might pose a threat to him in advance.

In recent years, Meng Xunzhen has consciously made great progress in martial arts, but there is still a big gap between him and the top people in today's martial arts, but there is no clear measurement in his heart. And now his martial arts are at a juncture, if he just works step by step behind closed doors, he doesn't know what year or month he wants to break through, and playing with a master is undoubtedly a shortcut to break through the bottleneck. This Ouyang Feng is just a sword test stone sent to the door, which can not only allow him to test his own quality, but also allow him to force out his full potential under huge pressure, so as to break through the bottleneck. Of course, the benefits are always proportional to the risks. Whether he can enjoy these benefits depends on whether he can finally save his life under Ouyang Feng's hands.

Ouyang Feng saw that Meng Xunzhen was neither humble nor arrogant when facing him, but instead gave birth to a strong fighting spirit, and couldn't help but feel that this son could not be kept, otherwise it would become a big disaster in the future. The killing intent in his heart was surging, but the expression on his face became kinder, and he smiled and said, "I heard that the virtuous nephew has captured Mei Feng, a traitor under Senior Brother Yao, presumably the "Nine Yin True Scripture" that she stole from Peach Blossom Island has fallen into your hands." You should have heard of Huang Laoxi's temper, his things are not so easy to take. Why don't you hand over the scriptures to me, and I will return them to Huang Laoxie on your behalf, and promise not to let him come to you for trouble? ”

"I see." Only then did Meng Xunzhen understand why Ouyang Feng would find him. It must have been in the middle capital when Ouyang Ke saw that Mei Feng was captured by himself, and guessed that the "Nine Yin True Scripture" would fall into his hands, and because his martial arts were not as good as his own, he notified Ouyang Feng to go out of the mountain to capture the scriptures in person. As for how he found his uncertain whereabouts, now that Ouyang Ke is a guest of Zhao Wangfu, it should not be difficult to mobilize the forces of various governments to help find someone with Wanyan Honglie's power - not to mention that Wanyan Honglie should hate himself to the core, thinking that he will be happy to use Ouyang Feng's peerless sword to eradicate himself.

"The seniors guessed well, then the "Nine Yin True Scripture" is indeed on the juniors." The long sword in Meng Xunzhen's hand was slowly raised and pointed at Ouyang Feng, "It's just that the juniors will give an explanation to the Huangdao Master, but there is no need for the seniors to worry about it!" ”

"What a backbone boy! It's just that some don't know the height of the sky! Ouyang Feng laughed a few times, and suddenly lowered his face and shouted, "Today, I will teach you that there are thousands of people who practice martial arts in the world, but why are only five people respected!" The figure suddenly bounced up and flew above Meng Xunzhen, his right hand flipped in the air, the surging palm power was like a heavenly river bursting the embankment, and the torrent of ten thousand jun fell from the nine heavens, hitting the top of Meng Xunzhen's head!