(The last two chapters were a bit depressing, but this chapter is lighter, water, water.) The old saying continues...... Ask for a collection...... ）

"Hey, isn't this Aochen? Thirty years ago, the Spring and Autumn Party was out of the limelight, how could you use the world of writing against a mortal?"

"Purple Mountain is really magical, this Purple Mountain Seven Swords Fruit is true to its name, admire, admire, admire......"

"It's really boring, I thought there was something good to watch......

Wang Meng opened his eyes again, and there was a chatter in his ears. The sun in the sky emitted a soft glow that enveloped the heavens and the earth. The huge pavilion, the crowd pointing at the point, and the proud dust with a golden pen in hand and a calm smile......

Open your eyes to the illusion of heaven and earth, and close your eyes to see the truth. Opening his eyes and closing his eyes, it was just a subconscious moment, but two worlds appeared, and a trace of confusion flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

"Wang Meng, your father is an old man's disciple, but he can't get started. Your choice to enter the Confucian Monastery that day was due to chance. Today, the old man asks you, are you willing to enter the Enlightenment Academy?" Yu Fuzi, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared, next to him was the starling who was standing on the shoulders of a monkey, looking forward to it, and the majesty was incomparable.

Hearing Master Yu speak, Aochen was stunned, his face changed greatly, staring at Master Yu, the corners of his mouth squirmed, but he didn't make a sound.

Yu Fuzi's voice seemed to have a strange magic power, which instantly pulled Wang Meng back to reality. Wang Meng let out a long sigh of relief, looked up at the soft sun, and the confusion in his eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by a resolute decision.

Purple Mountain, seven years, monotonous life is like a day, there is not much memory. Was it another choice now? In that dream, he chose the Golden Seal, and he put it down. What now?

Wang Meng turned his head abruptly and said, "Master, Wang Meng doesn't want to ......"

"Stupid, how can you give up this opportunity, are you really willing to be a mortal for the rest of your life?"

"Did this man get kicked in the head by a donkey, or did he get into the water?"

"It's really worthy of being valued by the great grandmaster, with personality, I like ......"

"Sister Ling'er, is this the Wang Meng you mention......ed?

Before Wang Meng's words fell, the surrounding area suddenly exploded, looking at Wang Meng was like seeing a gorilla, absolutely non-human!

The first choice, it was a chance. The purple mountain divergence seems to be real and illusory, and it depends on fate.

This second time, someone else gave you the opportunity, and if you didn't grasp it, you were either a madman or a fool, and nothing else!

Master Yu's expression was still majestic, but he just nodded and said, "Each has its own fate, and the world is not necessarily unable to become enlightened." Today's competition Wang Meng walked out of the writing world with the ordinary, and Wang Meng won......"

The crowd was in an uproar again, but a touch of joy flashed in the corners of Aochen's eyes, and he arched his hand and said, "Senior Brother Wang, Huigen, admires my brother." He will one day be a generation of grandmasters in the Spring and Autumn Period."

Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged. Aochen's image changed dramatically in an instant. This sincerity is also a model of monasticism: high wind and bright festival, big belly to the world.

However, there was also a discordant voice not far away, "The shameless model is out of my generation, who is the seven cheapness of the Purple Mountain." Senior Brother Wang Meng is finished......"

"Wang Meng, what the hell is going on? Why didn't I understand?" the little fat man leaned over and asked puzzled.

"Whoever kills, kills him forever. In fact, it is very simple, I am used to opening my eyes to see the sky, sometimes I close my eyes and look at the road, maybe the road is in front of me......" Wang Meng smiled slightly, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Aochen.

Aochen regained his indifference, and chuckled, "Senior brother Huigen, the murderer, kill him constantly." Cultivating against the heavens, there is no right or wrong in the first place. It's just attachment that's wrong......"

"Ling'er, this person has been chosen as the host, and the mountain lord has given him a chance that he is not sure. Jiazi years, all the way is different. It's a bit of a shame......"

The light voice sounded in his ears, Wang Meng followed the sound, and a figure emitted a faint white halo enveloping his body, and a graceful figure in the haze gave people boundless reverie.

Next to him stood a woman in a purple gauze skirt, her eyebrows slightly frowned, her shallow dimples looming, and her smart eyes flashed with a sly light, staring at Wang Meng hatefully at this time.

Wang Meng was slightly stunned. Zeng Xiaotian saw Wang Meng's embarrassment, pushed hard, and said with a cheap smile: "That's Senior Sister Hanyan, the greatest desire of the senior brothers of the Enlightenment Academy is to see the beauty, although there is no regret in death! Hehe, I didn't expect Ling'er, this little girl, to be so smart after not seeing her for a few years......"

"Ling'er?" Wang Meng's heart flashed the scene of walking out of the mountain with his father for the first time, revealing a long-lost smile, as if he had experienced a long time competing with Aochen......

The hustle and bustle of the vast square of the Enlightenment Academy is still there, and Master Yu has left this place with the original elders of the Spring and Autumn Period. When Li Chunfeng left, he glanced at Wang Meng deeply, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and finally he just shook his head, glanced at Ling'er, turned his head and left here, Nuoda Square belongs to the world of a group of disciples of the Purple Mountain who have been suppressed for a long time, of course, there are five or six disciples who have come from afar in the Spring and Autumn Period, and all of them are lofty, and the Dao rhyme is flowing.

Enlightenment, Confucianism, and Tianjiao exist in the Purple Mountain, and the seven cheapness naturally represent all the people in the Purple Mountain, receiving visitors from the Spring and Autumn Period. Although they are the same family, they are quite hostile to each other.

Several people were smiling and talking to each other, looking like a spring breeze. When I heard it closely, it was cynicism and sarcasm for each other. I can't wait to turn each other's old bottoms over.

In the laughter and conversation, the flames of war were pervasive, and the onlookers secretly prayed to make the storm more violent.

Everyone understood that these Tianjiao disciples would definitely have a dragon fight, and it was only a matter of time. Especially there are Purple Mountain "" like Jinsong, who will explode at any time, and they will definitely not rely on their tongues to argue about victory or defeat like a group of scholars in the Hongru Academy.

Wang Meng watched for a while, then turned around and left the crowd. Looking up at the soft sun, his eyes fell into confusion......

"You are Wang Meng, who can be realized in Senior Brother Aochen's 'Writing Heaven and Earth', must have quite a wise root. Lu Hao is not talented, today I will ask the disciples of the great grandmaster to make a move, please"

When Wang Meng lost his mind, the sound of swishing sounded in his ears, Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, and followed the sound to see that a young man who looked quite gentle, but was defeated by a pair of triangular eyes, was bowing to him.

Wang Meng was slightly stunned, and the people around him were also stunned. The main owner was still tense, and the smell of gunpowder was so strong that he was about to suffocate, but the rookie on this side had already taken the lead.

For a while, everyone was quite "impressed" by Wang Meng. However, if you look horizontally and vertically, you can't see anything unique. Wang Meng's appearance is not outstanding, and he belongs to the kind of master who is thrown in the pile of people and becomes a passerby. Although he is also hunting in white, he is far from being radiant. It doesn't make sense that it will be the center of attention......

Aochen's face turned cold, and he was about to interject when he jumped out. Lu Hao didn't give everyone a chance, and said loudly, "Seven steps into the sky, breaking the sky." Lu's qualifications are limited and he has never been able to take the third step. The master has a saying that the seven steps of stepping on the sky can only make a breakthrough if they are in harmony with the great master's 'heart and understanding of mortal dust'. ”

"Lu has been cultivating seven steps to the sky for thirty years, and I am here today to open my heart knot, presumably Senior Brother Wang will not make Lu have regrets......"

What Lu Hao said was reasonable, and it was impossible to refuse, and the arrogant dust who walked out was also stunned.

Wang Meng wondered in his heart. He really couldn't understand why Lu Hao wanted to find him. With the four gentlemen of Hongru here, how can it not be his turn. Moreover, Wang Meng actually saw infinite hatred in those triangular eyes......

Lu Hao's triangular eyes rolled, and before Wang Meng could reply, his body had already levitated, floating in the void. Holding up the sky with both hands, the momentum of the whole person was instantly raised to the extreme......