At some point, the fog on the lake thickened, and at first it was like green smoke, and then it was as thick as a strong liquor mixed with mare's milk, and even the winter day in the sky became a wax-sealed candle flame, faintly as if it were about to be extinguished.

"After all, the Yin God is the Yin God, and the body and essence are all mortals, even if the divine sense is majestic, but it still can't be exposed in this brilliant world!"

A bewitching woman next to her hurriedly put on a silk scarf and handkerchief, and the old woman dipped the moisture on her hands and handed it back to her. Xin Siniang, who usually has a million charms between her eyebrows and eyes, is low and pleasing to her eyes at this time, and she is gentle.

Xin Siniang just wanted to be courteous again and warm a cup of tea to the old woman, but a cold snort behind her scared her.

It turned out that there was a middle-aged man standing in the room, with purple hair on his head, purple beard under his chin, and only two long locks of beard at the corner of his mouth, which swayed with the air flow exhaled from the tip of his nose, like a sinuous dragon whisker. His left eye seemed to be closed and opened, and his right eye had brown pupils, staring at the mist outside the window, and snorted coldly with disdain, "Yin and evil!"

Just one sentence frightened Xin Siniang's face, and the middle-aged man glanced at the pale woman with a pale face between the opening and closing of his left eye, and snorted disdainfully.

"Sixth girl, come to Grandma. The old woman was kind, and called the frightened female doll behind her, and then looked at the middle-aged man harshly, "Roll up your beard, the sixth girl is very afraid of you, and she usually doesn't care about her, do you play majestic in front of your mother?"

The middle-aged man didn't dare to disobey the old woman, and he really drooped his long beard stupidly, but his eyes were still extremely cold when he looked out the window, as if he could pierce the fog and see the lonely boat in the middle of the lake.

"Ah, look, Auntie, the second brother has 'opened the domain'!" Xin Siniang exclaimed, causing the old woman to look out of the window again, and sure enough, she saw a circle of earthy yellow light in the center of the lake, which seemed to contain vitality, and suddenly dispelled a bit of coldness.

The prescription in the center of the lake is ten zhang round, and yin and yang are staggered. In the shade, the dense fog disappeared the lonely boat, the green shirt was left alone, and the cold light of the ice blade occasionally flashed in the sea of fog. In the sun, the earthy yellow aura is like a flowing firework slowly rotating around the big man, the halo hovers around the waist for a while, and then hovers at the feet, and from time to time burrows into the lake, stirring up boiling water bubbles.

Meng Yiwei's green shirt was soaked, and the water droplets dripped down his hair, and before he could reach the bottom of the boat, he froze into crystal ice beads. Compared to the big man on the other side, he is extremely full of qi and blood, he is just a mortal who does not practice martial arts, and he is already about to frostbite his muscles and bones at this time.

In order to deal with this little immortal who arrived as scheduled, Meng Yiwei also worked hard, and ran all over the five mansions of "heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts" in the past few days. The boat under the seat looks ordinary, but in fact, the bottom of the boat has been engraved with divine patterns from the rubbing of Tiangongfu. The bamboo pole in his hand seemed to be as usual, but in fact, the inside had been hollowed out, and then a soul-attracting bone borrowed from the Diwu Mansion was inserted. Relying on his innate infinite divine sense, reciting the soul splitting technique learned from the Shenyu Mansion, Meng Yiwei raised a mist on Jingpo Lake, and practiced the six-yuan army formation obtained from the Trick Dao Mansion to create a killing battlefield. Although this patchwork and nondescript "meaning" is destined to be lonely and short-lived, at least it can compete with the "domain" of the little martial arts immortal!

But now the situation is a little not optimistic, this little fairy's qi and blood are surprisingly vigorous, and he floats in the air after "opening the domain", which is extremely relaxed, this is the rhythm of dragging himself down!

Is it really impossible to cross the gap between mortals and immortals? Is it really difficult for "human will" to fight against the "divine domain"? Still unwilling! Do you want to fight for the danger of being damaged by the gods and crippled by the gods? But it's not worth it!

Meng Yiwei was hesitating, but the fog spontaneously changed. At this time, if you look down from the sky, the mist seems to be plucked by an invisible palm, rotating from right to left, gradually forming a huge funnel, the top of the funnel covers the entire lake, but the bottom is condensed at one point, facing the end of the bamboo pole in Meng Yiwei's hand facing the sky.

The bamboo pole in his hand trembled slightly, and Meng Yiwei heard the chanting.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom. ”

"Uncle?" The lonely boat on the lake, the green shirt was independent, and Meng Yiwei raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Boy!'Heaven and earth, gods and ghosts' are all there, isn't there still a shortage of 'people'!"

The funnel turned into a spinning top, and the singing man became Meng Yiwei,

"Sorry for the frustration of the field, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking at this, look up at the clouds. I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

Since the fog rose in the lake, the spectators on the shore became blind. Everyone was bored, so they had to wait for the battle, and suddenly someone with sharp ears heard a faint chanting. At first, it was ridiculed as an auditory hallucination, but after a while, everyone was dragged by the cold chant.

Xiaocao also heard the chanting and stopped the beads twisting in his hand. He exclaimed, "Little Master... Reciting righteous songs?"

"Isn't it the Laoshzi thing engraved on the stone tablet outside the gate of the Talent Mansion!" Qin Bojihun didn't believe it.

"Yes" Sun Pingshan, who had been silent, popped out a word, and then looked at the center of the lake with burning eyes.

With the sound of intermittent chanting, the fog on the lake was gradually spiraled, and the long dragon rolled up into the blue sky. After the tea, there was no smoke left on Jingpo Lake, and when the warm sun rippled again, everyone who saw the lake couldn't help but gasp.

The center of the lake is ten feet round, and on the south side is a big man who has stepped on the halo, but at this time he is also looking ahead in a daze.

To the north, it was still the lonely boat, but behind the lonely boat was a piece of crystal.

Stationary iron horns pulled the hideous chariots, hovering armor-piercing arrows blocked every corner of the sky, and cloud-piercing halberds surrounded the enemies in front of them in an arc. The ice tips, ice blades, and ice horns are full of cold light, but there is no trace of yin energy, but instead reflects the monochromatic sunlight into colorful glass.

"It's... What..."Xin Siniang looked out the window at the lake and exclaimed.

"From yin to yang?" the middle-aged man squinted, putting away his arrogance of disdain.

"Hehe, dolls, this is the meaning of the world!" the old woman glanced around at the two of them and sighed, "But how can you break this academy in the world!"

"I admit defeat, I can break a thousand armors, but I can't resist ten thousand armors, I lose!" Wen Chou, who came back from his stunned appearance, lowered his head and hugged his fists, with a unique kind of fall.

Meng Yiwei also has a good impression of this honest man, "There is no need to admit defeat, I can only protect myself in this battle, I can't hurt you at all, how can I say win or lose!"

"This... I..."Wen Chou hesitated a little

"What do you want to ask?" Meng Yiwei helped him out

Dahan's expression relaxed, and he really asked, "This is the 'meaning' of the academy?"

"It should be the 'will' of the world. Or is it the 'will' of people!" Meng Yiwei replied very solemnly.

"What is this 'meaning' called?"

"What's it called?" Meng Yiwei was a little distracted, and only said leisurely after a while, "It's called 'heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts'!"

Wen Chou touched his bald head, and touched the bizarre and strange name. Then he stepped on the lake and walked to the south bank, where the windows of a small building were closed.

"Plop", it turned out that Qi Manfu jumped into the water, this fat goods are flexible in the water, and they are close to the center of the lake after a few pours. After climbing into the boat, he smiled at Meng Yiwei, "Master, apprentice, I'll take you back!" Then he slid the oars and the boat headed for the north shore. Meng Yiwei supported her stiff and difficult to move body, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

On the Heart Island, Meng Xiaohua opened a broken book with flying rough edges and yellow title pages, and added "heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts" to the last page.

Then, closing the book, there were three words on the cover page - "the meaning of the world"

He gently touched the little flower in his ear, and said, "There is one more!"