"You can see why I did this to you. ”

"Ahem...... Mrs., Mu Yi doesn't know ...... "Li Muyi is worthy of being Li Muyi, a genius who comes out once in a century, and he has already sat up with his hands on the ground at this time.

"I know. You used to be the leader of the generation of disciples there, and you were the senior brother with the aura of genius! You were the object of admiration of many junior sisters! You were the first of many junior disciples who couldn't catch up even though they tried their best to catch up!" Mrs. Wang said with tea in her hand.

"You relied on yourself to walk down that mountain, and you relied on yourself to get the true inheritance of the 'master' there! Rely on yourself to scoop up your own 'sword' from that pool of water! But!" Speaking of this, Madame Wang's expression was fierce again, and her eyes were like swords.

"But! Such a genius, such a top contemporary disciple, you got the first place, but you were sent out to become a swordsman! And made the oath of life and death together! You! Are you Li Muyi still unwilling?" Mrs. Wang's eyes were two swords, and she stabbed at Li Muyi fiercely.

And Li Mu was shocked when he heard this. In the face of these "two swords", finally, for the first time, he buried his proud head.

"Heh......" Mrs. Wang 'put away her sword' and took the tea again to moisten her throat.

"For 10,000 years! There, I don't know how many genius swordsmen have appeared, and they have become famous one by one, spreading throughout the continent, and even in that wild land! Some of them are more diligent than you Li Muyi, and geniuses abound! Among them, there are also many ambitious people who are not grateful in their hearts. I'm sure you've heard the curse of the 'master' there, right? It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has not been ...... until nearly a thousand years."

"Yes! I want to say that although there have been countless influential people there over the past ten thousand years, no matter how much he has stirred up this river and lake, this court, or this whole continent. But the master there is always the same! The master there is always surnamed 'Wang'!"

Mrs. Wang slowly stood up, she looked at Li Muyi, who was buried in her head, without any emotion in her eyes, and continued: "That's all for my words. How much you can listen to, that's your business. However, you'd better think about the 'sword' in your heart!"

After Mrs. Wang finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the back hall. Leave Li Mu here alone.

Dozens of domestic servants walked in with brooms and mops and new furniture. No one glanced at the white-clothed swordsman who was sitting on the ground, everyone was just doing their own thing, very skillful, because they had done this kind of thing too many times.

Finally, Li Muyi stood up. As soon as he stood up, his legs and feet seemed to be a little numb, which made him almost fall again. Soon, though, he steadied himself. Pulled the white robe on his body, straightened his hair crown, and walked out towards the lobby door......

Only then did the servant who was cleaning secretly raise his eyes to look at him. His eyes were full of shock.

......

Wang Meng returned to his small courtyard.

Immediately, several pretty maids in light gauze and thin shirts greeted them, and even one of them directly forgot Wang Meng's arms. Immediately, Ling'er, who came back with Wang Meng, pulled down his face, and it was so black that it seemed to be dripping water.

And Young Master Wang was also about to open his arms and pull his maid into his arms to ravage him and vent the evil anger in his heart, when suddenly, he stumbled under his feet.

"Young master!" The few maids who came up couldn't do kung fu and could only watch their young master fall face to the ground, and Ling'er was secretly angry and didn't react for a while.

Boom!

Young Master Wang broke his face.

"Ouch!" Wang Meng covered his face and lay on the ground.

Several maids exclaimed in surprise, including Ling'er, all ran over and helped Wang Meng to sit up. I saw that Young Master Wang's face was covered with dirt at this time, and his nose bleeded for a long time, so he looked like he was "broken".

And after Wang Meng screamed in pain, his eyes suddenly turned pale and his expression was dull.

"Young master, young master!" Several maids were immediately frightened by Wang Meng's this, and knelt on the ground and took Wang Meng's hand and shook it violently.

"Don't shake it! don't help the young master up and carry him back into the room!" Ling'er seemed to have more opinions than these vases at this time, and immediately commanded.

Many maids pulled Wang up again, and then helped him into the wing room and moved Young Master Wang to the bed.

Just when many maids were panicking and had to report to their wives, Wang Meng's dull expression suddenly disappeared. His face twitched, and he grabbed Ling'er, who was about to report to his wife, and said slowly: "Ling'er...... I'm fine. Don't make a fuss and alarm my mother. Let me sleep for a while, young master, and just sleep for a while......"

After speaking, Young Master Wang snorted.

Ladies and gentlemen, you look at me, I look at you, looking a little helpless. Out of fear of Madame Wang's punishment, he did as the young master ordered......

Later, after the punishment was completed, Ah Da and a few others came to the outside of Wang Meng's small courtyard to continue to stand guard and guard. Ah San was pulled in by Ling'er and gave Wang Meng the first vein.

This Ah San is also an all-rounder, and he actually knows a little about medicine. ran to Wang Meng's bedside and carefully gave the sleeping young master a pulse.

"How's it going?" Ling'er asked with concern.

"Hmm......" checked several times, and Ah San confirmed that his young master seemed to be fine. I had no choice but to boil a few bowls of calming medicine and slowly feed it to Wang Meng, who was already asleep.

Wang Meng fell asleep and fell asleep all at once.

Darkness, after darkness, there is a bright light.

Wang Meng stood in the middle of a square made of bluestone slabs. The square is so wide that you can't see the end. Wang Meng stood in the middle of the square like an ant.

After swaying left and right, and after looking around, Wang Meng shouted, "Hey, hey, anyone?"

Feed...... Feed...... Anyone......

An echo echoed across the square, and it took a long time to disappear.

Wang Meng chose a random direction and walked for a long time, except for the bright light in the distance, it was an endless bluestone slab.

"Where is this?" Wang Meng muttered in a low voice. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Isn't Ben Gongzi sleeping? This is a dream? But Ben Gongzi has such a rich imagination, how can he have such a monotonous dream?"

Just as Wang Meng was talking to himself, in an instant, countless figures appeared in all directions before and after him. Well, it's human figures, these people have illusory faces, and their bodies are dark and transparent.

Scare!

Looking at the black shadow that suddenly covered the entire square, Wang Meng was taken aback. Jumping backwards, there are also countless black shadows behind him. Dense, infinite, dense and terrifying.

Young Master Wang forced himself to settle down, and saw these figures moving. The figures sat cross-legged on the ground, their hands resting on their chests, their hands forming strange handprints. At this time, above the heads of these figures, a "mouth" suddenly appeared.