Come to Ruyan Dance to go to the Shock, coquettish and ethereal smiling......

A huge hideous head was in front of him, his fat face twitched, and there were bursts of hot air blowing on his face, mixed with an unbearable stench.

Wang Meng felt a chill in his heart, and the moment he opened his eyes, he didn't look at what was in front of him, and directly punched his fist on the meat ball......

"Damn, what are your nerves?" the terrible sound of killing pigs resounded through the world.

Wang Meng was startled, sat up suddenly, and found that he was in a small house.

There was only a table, a chair, a bed, and a fat man with a fat head and big ears.

Seeing Wang Meng sit up, Zeng Xiaotian covered his fat face and scolded, "You woke up and woke up, and you still did it?" Lao Tzu worked hard to take care of you for two days, do you still have a conscience?"

Wang Meng was slightly stunned, and said strangely, "How can a gentleman's mouth be dirty with his moral righteousness? Xiaotian, why are you so vulgar?"

Zeng Xiaotian was also stunned, but he didn't expect Wang Meng's first sentence when he woke up to be so incomprehensible, and the other hand holding the chicken leg stiffened in the air, and he didn't put it down for a long time......

"Squeak"

The door opened, and a graceful purple figure floated in, glanced at Wang Meng, and his smart face showed a hint of joy, and said coquettishly, "What is the name of the ghost, people who don't know still think that they have killed the pig." Yumeko, you're alright? Little fat man, what are you doing with your face covered?"

Coquettish and tactful, the melodious voice was like the warm winter sun, which melted Wang Meng's mind in an instant. The woman in front of her was a strange elf, with a lot of eloquence, but her eyes were a little red and swollen. Is this still the little girl Ling'er in my memory? Wang Meng is a little stupid.

Ling'er stepped forward, popped a finger on Wang Meng's forehead, and said with a smile, "You guy is usually a god, but you haven't been beaten stupid yet." Hurry up and pack your things, we're off to go."

Wang Meng had a sharp pain in his forehead, and he couldn't help but scream, and his brain was instantly clear.

Without waiting for Wang Meng to speak, Ling'er smiled charmingly, saw Wang Meng's stupid statue, glanced at him, and left the room with a "giggle" smile.

Come to Ruyan Dance to go to Shock, charming and ethereal in a smile.

Wang Meng touched his forehead, which was faintly painful, but there was a trace of sweetness flowing in his heart......

The little fat man suddenly came over, looked Wang Meng up and down, and his obscene fat face showed a slightly ambiguous smile.

Wang Meng couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Look at your cheap appearance, it's really insulting to Confucianism." Dare to eat this, your bad breath can poison the gods. Have you forgotten the taboo of the Great Grandmaster? By the way, why am I here? Fang Cai Ling'er said clean up, where ?......are we going?"

The little fat man took a bite of the chicken leg and "smash it" twice, and said, "It's okay, the great master has returned to the Hongru Academy." Purple Mountain is also going to be closed. But you were in a coma for two days, but Ling'er's Nizi cried for two days, saying, when did you hook up with Ling'er?"

Wang Meng glared helplessly and said, "Don't talk so much nonsense." What happened in the past two days? What happened to the Purple Mountain? By the way, why did the Purple Mountain close the mountain? Where did the people who came in the Spring and Autumn period go?"

"That's a long story, I'll tell you on the way. Hurry up and ......."

"It's also strange, one more of you is not much, and one less of you is just right. Why does the Grand Master have to let you go? I made everyone wait for two days......"

As the sun sets, everything is smart in late spring. The sky is full of light, and the wisps are like a curtain of rain falling from the sky to the world. The sea of clouds is ethereal, and the entire Enlightenment Institute is shrouded in peace, out of the dust, and this comfort is indescribable.

In the east, the remnants of the full moon are slowly rising!

Wang Meng walked out of the door and saw such a pure land outside the world. The Spring and Autumn Pavilion is still majestic. But there is no hustle and bustle of the Purple Mountain party, and there is a little vicissitudes and loneliness in the tranquility.

There were nearly 100 people standing in front of the huge pavilion, but there was no sound, and it was a little strangely quiet.

Seeing Wang Meng and the others coming out, Master Yu nodded towards Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng understood, and said loudly, "The sect master is gracious, allowing all the disciples of the Enlightenment Academy to participate in the Spring and Autumn Discussion, this is an opportunity. If there is any problem, we will not talk about it. The disciples of the Hongru Academy and the female disciples of enlightenment are in a group with the mountain master, and the rest are ...... with the old man."

The sunset is like a picture scroll of heaven and earth, enveloping the majestic purple mountain. Wang Meng stood on a strange inkstone, feeling like he was in a boat, rippling the sea.

Riding the wind in the vast sea of clouds, only immortals can have such magical powers. And all this is just an inkstone in the arms of an old man who walked with Master Yu.

Resist the wind, it must be thousands of miles. The power of the gods is also understood by the extraordinary. The purple mountain gradually became a small black dot in the eyes of everyone, but there were faint purple points of light circulating.

Looking back at the Purple Mountain, everything is like seeing flowers in the fog, the fog is heavy, and there is no trace to follow. Wang Meng suddenly had a strange thought in his heart: Is it really fate to go with the flow and live a free life?

"Squeak ......"

There seemed to be a monkey's rapid cry from the direction of Purple Mountain. Through the fog, Wang Meng faintly saw that there was a figure in the direction of Hongru Academy, really staring at him. Is it the Grand Master?

Wang Meng's thoughts were a little scattered. However, the four gentlemen and other Confucian disciples around were very happy, without him, in the depths of the flowers.

How can you not leave a trace in the midst of a hundred flowers?

The four gentlemen give full play to the "elegant and erudite" and talk about the true meaning of Confucianism. It is said that the void is full of dragons, the sea of clouds is surging golden lotus, and the sunset auspicious clouds are infinitely strange at this moment. (The clouds were also dumped by the Four Gentlemen?)

However, the ** beautiful woman who was with Ling'er had a bad face at this time, and she couldn't wait to kick the four gentlemen off the inkstone. The only thing that was unmoved was the hazy figure, like the cold smoke of a real fairy in the sea of clouds.

On the other side, the little fat man and Xiao Yi got together. I don't know what Master Yu thought, and finally brought Mu Feng and a few people.

Wang Meng was silent for a while, and turned around to ask the little fat man what had happened these days. I inadvertently caught a glimpse of Master Yu, who was standing at the end of the inkstone and shrouded in the glow, like a fairy.

Seeing that majestic and moral face, Wang Meng's heart was full of joy. Just as he was about to speak, he was suffocated.

"Wang Meng, what do you want to say?" Yu Fuzi, who was on the side, said lightly, as if he had long eyes on the back of his head, and Wang Meng's every move did not escape his eyes.

Hearing Yu Fuzi speak, the high-pitched talk on the inkstone also stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Wang Meng.

"Boom ......"

Wang Meng was stunned, and was just about to reply, when there was a sudden huge earthquake in the void, and Wang Meng was unprepared and almost fell into the void.

The flying inkstone seemed to hit something hard and stopped there.

"The Soul Returns ......"

"The Soul Returns ......"

Heaven and earth are like weeping and complaining, just like the soul resenting the injustice of God, unwilling to be bound by fate, and the resentment of cursing God is spread in the vastness.

At first, it was a person, but gradually, it seemed that countless unjust souls gathered here, and the voices of unjust souls and ghosts grieving and roaring gathered in heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth changed abruptly at this moment, the originally peaceful clouds disappeared, the void suddenly became blood-red, and everyone seemed to have entered a blood-colored purgatory.

A blood-colored condensed bridge appeared out of thin air, piercing through the vastness, and in the endless void, the bright moon could be faintly seen hanging in the hollow......

The old man who waved out the inkstone shook his head and sighed, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, but his body jumped out, stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, and the dark inkstone flashed with a little purple light and enveloped everyone.

Master Yu frowned and said, "Old Mo, they have waited so long, don't they give up?"