67 can't stop

The conversation between Ji Cang and Wei Lin was heard by Cheng Xue, who was hiding outside the Agarwood Pavilion.

Under the mixed tastes, Cheng Xue found Zhou Meng.

"Senior Sister Meng, do you remember the spices developed by Master Jicang when you were in the Ji Lan Sect? Now, Master He Cangzun has changed the ingredients, saying that if you become a bad person in the future, this spice can get rid of you."

Zhou Mengman said indifferently, "I don't understand why you people are either on guard against this or that every day. You are all powerful, even if I become a villain, you can destroy me, what is there to worry about."

Cheng Xue was slightly confused, "Senior Sister Meng, Master Cang doesn't trust you, don't you care?"

Zhou Meng looked at Cheng Xue in confusion: "What do I care about? I'm a villain myself, not to mention, the characters in it, I care what they do, and I add trouble to myself."

Cheng Xue shook her head, the ribbon of the green silk swayed slightly in the wind, "Senior Sister Meng, what do you mean?"

"Uh-oh. I mean, life is like a dream, people and things in life, but it's like a story in a drawing book, if you think of yourself as an insider, you will be trapped by the game, you think of yourself as an outsider, naturally you don't care about the opinions of people in the game, in the words of our cultivators, this is called, Kuangda!"

Cheng Xue seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and was slightly sad: "Senior Sister Meng really doesn't care about anyone's thoughts? What about mine?"

Zhou Meng saw that Cheng Xue was cute, touched Cheng Xue's head and said, "Cheng Xue is an exception!"

"I'm glad to be an exception to Senior Sister Dreams!"

Zhou Meng smiled, "Haha, however, so many people like you, you don't lack my liking, you also like everyone, and you won't give me more likes." I just hope that you will always be happy and simple, and that you will not be polluted by this world."

Cheng Xue shook her hand again and again: "No, no, no, Senior Sister Meng, my liking for you is not the same amount of liking as others, but a long-lasting liking, like the Jilan Mountains, from north to south, endlessly."

Because he couldn't see Cheng Xue's glasses, Zhou Meng always felt that this kid was talking nonsense about young people.

"Xiao Chengxue, you have learned a lot of poetry from Guan Qing. I also like to become snow, like the evil fire of the falling mirror, without roots and no fate, and once a thought is born, the flames will not stop. Isn't it stronger than you like?"

For the first time, Cheng Xue felt that she was the stupidest, and she couldn't say anything, "In short, Senior Sister Meng, I believe in you, you will not become a so-called evil god, and I will not become an enemy with Senior Sister Meng. We will always fight side by side!"

Zhou Meng patted Cheng Xue's shoulder and smiled evilly, "This is what you said, let's go, accompany me down the mountain!"

"Down the mountain? But Senior Sister Meng, without the permission of the sect master, we can't go down the mountain! At the very least, the Master must know ......."

"If you don't go, if you don't go, I'll leave by myself!" So much to talk about taking you out to play?"

Mo Long: "You're going to Mocheng to find the Falling Sky Mirror?"

Zhou Meng: "That's right!"

Mo Long: "Bring the snow?"

Zhou Meng: "That's right."

Mo Long: "It's okay, there's a helper. But not right now."

Zhou Meng: "Why?"

Mo Long: "Truth be told, the hole in your sanity will soon appear and need to be patched. I'm afraid that if you repair it on the road when the time comes, no one will take care of it, and you will die."

Zhou Meng: "You're really a good pick. Zhuang Xiang is about to leave for Mocheng...... You...... Hey, okay, it's more important to be alive, how long will it take?"

Mo Long: "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, since you're so entangled, then I'll give you three days to entangle, and if you don't want to go, forget it." Zhou Meng left a sentence for Cheng Xue, turned around and left.

Cheng Xue had already agreed to Zhou Meng in her heart, but she hadn't thought about the way out after being discovered, so she was a little hesitant.

There is no time to explain, Zhou Meng has already gone far.

On the way to the residence, Zhou Meng listened to passers-by, Wei Lian, Zhou Meng and Cheng Xue eavesdropped on Ji Cang and Feng Shuang, Zhou Meng and Cheng

The snow ran away, and Master Jicang punished Wei Lin alone, and he is still kneeling in the Agarwood Pavilion.

"Senior Sister Jicang and Senior Sister Feng Shuang, it can be said that they have forgotten their old friends, will it ...... if this momentum continues?"

"Oops......

Someone poked the cultivator who was talking, pointed to Zhou Meng's side, and then everyone fell silent and quickly walked away from Zhou Meng's side.

Zhou Meng laughed at himself: "If you don't have good popularity, you can't even hear gossip."

After returning to the residence, Zhou Meng lay on the bed and urged Mo Long, "I'm ready, let's start quickly."

Mo Long: "It's not like it started at the beginning, I can't start patching until the bugs appear. Just be careful these two days."

When he was bored, Zhou Meng suddenly thought, "Look at the room of Zhuang Xiang, how elegant it is, and it has a name, called Yibai Pavilion. I also wanted to give my house a name. Why don't you call it Qianqing Palace? Hahahaha kind of funny. No, the emperor of the world still lives in that palace, and he can't just use this name, I think about it......

I'm now halfway up the Agarwood Cliff, living with Wei Lian, there is a pine tree in the middle, she is on the pine tree, I am under the pine tree, it's better to call it Panasonic!"

Mo Long: "It's very wild."

Zhou Meng: "That's called, Panasonic Koma. Wei Lonely's is called Matsugami Koma. How?"

Mo Long: "Whatever you want. Don't bother me, I'm tracking down the glitch."

Subsequently, Zhou Meng cut two crooked plaques, wrote "Matsugami Room" and "Panasonic Room" respectively with a finishing pen, and then hung them in front of himself and Wei Silence's room.

In the evening, Mo Long finally informed Zhou Meng that he was ready to patch the loophole.

"My beloved host, watch out for the pain, hold on!"

Zhou Meng: "Don't worry, didn't you hold it last time?"

Mo Long: "Why don't you bring the spices that Zhuang Xiang prepared for you, so that you can be less painful."

Zhou Meng: "If you don't need it, don't use it, Zhuang Xiang asked me to use it in a place where no one is around, if it's not good, what are the strange side effects."

Zhou Meng went down the Agarwood Cliff, found a remote valley, laid out Mengyun, and waited quietly inside.

At this time, Kang Kang received a letter from afar.

It was something that Zhuang Xiang sent to Zhou Meng.

Kang went to the Agarwood Cliff, looked back and forth three times, but was stunned and didn't find Zhou Meng, so he went to the Panasonic room, put the letter under the plaque, and left.

After Wei Lin memorized the recipe, he returned to his residence and saw a split tree root in front of the door, which said "Matsugami Koji", and seeing that the handwriting was written by Zhou Meng, he had to ask Zhou Meng what this meant.

When I arrived in front of Zhou Mengfang, I saw the "Panasonic Room", and the whole person couldn't cry or laugh.

Suddenly, Wei Lin saw an envelope on the ground, the person who wrote the letter was Zhuang Xiang, and a few words were written on it: "Drunken soul incense, if the pain is unbearable, it can be used."

I don't know what it's in.

It happened that Cheng Xue arrived and said that Zhuang Xiang had sent alabaster and brought it to share with the two senior sisters.

Wei Xiao noticed the words "unbearable pain", and thought that Zhou Meng might have concealed some of his illness, Zhuang Xiang knew, so he sent her this drunken soul incense.

"Cheng Xue, you find your Senior Sister Meng first and give her this letter." Wei Xiao said to Cheng Xue.

Cheng Xue handed the alabaster to Wei Lian, took the letter, and went to find Zhou Meng.

"The pain is unbearable," Cheng Xue thought to herself, "what kind of pain is unbearable." Senior Sister Meng has suffered so many injuries that I don't even know what the pain is unbearable. Is it a burn on the arm? Or is it a gap in the sanity? Why did Senior Brother Xiang know that Senior Sister Meng would be in unbearable pain? Is Senior Sister Meng still in pain now?"

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic my heart became, and the pace became faster and faster.

Following Zhou Meng's spiritual power, Cheng Xue found a remote valley.

The valley was full of clouds and mist, and Chengxue could not see anything, and the eyes painted on the green silk became decorations.

The road under his feet was bumpy, and Chengxue staggered forward with the letter. z.br>

Zhou Mengzeng

Jing gave Cheng Xue a Mengyun pillow, Cheng Xue used it and knew the taste of Mengyun.

Now, the air is full of the breath of dream clouds, and Cheng Xue is very sure that this is the dream cloud set by Zhou Meng.

Once ordinary people come in, they will lose their way, and they will also see what Zhou Mengmeng let them see.

It just so happens that Chengxue doesn't have eyes, so he won't be confused by the dream clouds.

Suddenly, Cheng Xue heard a miserable moan.

Although the voice was extremely distorted, Cheng Xue still heard it for the first time, this was Zhou Meng's voice.

I followed the direction of the sound, stumbled, and suddenly touched a cowering person.

"Senior Sister Meng, Senior Sister Meng, how are you?"

Zhou Meng couldn't take care of Chengxue at all. The hole in her mind was being repaired, and the intense pain left her no time for anything, and her only energy was spent on wailing.

Cheng Xue hugged Zhou Meng and asked again and again, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Zhou Meng was miserable, Cheng Xue prepared to cast a spell to make Zhou Meng fall asleep in order to relieve some of the pain.

Before Cheng Xue could start pinching, Zhou Meng grabbed Cheng Xue's wrist: "Don't move, don't move, just go over."

Cheng Xue asked, "What the hell is going on, Senior Sister Meng."

"The wound left by the Falling Sky Mirror, it's okay, it's okay to go over, it's okay, don't move, don't move."

Cheng Xue took the gesture of pinching the trick, hugged Zhou Meng tightly, brushed the hair from her face, and whispered, "Don't move, I won't move." I'm right here, Senior Sister Meng."

"Don't let me fall asleep, Chengxue, I can't fall asleep, or I'll have to do it all over again."

"Okay, okay, awake. I'll give you snow, and when it's cool, you'll be sober."

After a while, snowflakes slowly fell, and Zhou Meng did feel much sober.

But the pain has not weakened, and it is as if there is a drill bit in the disclosure, drilling everywhere.

Cheng Xue looked at Zhou Meng's painful appearance and felt that her heart was twisted into a ball.

For a while, I was worried and angry.

Why does it hurt so much, why don't you tell him? Why put up with it on your own?

At this time, the envelope in Cheng Xue's arms fell off, Cheng Xue looked at the "unbearable pain" on it, and thought: What Senior Brother Xiang gave, there should be no mistakes.

So, Cheng Xue untied the envelope, took out two sticks of incense from it, and after a little hesitation, lit one of the pillars.

The young man was curling, and Zhou Meng quickly quieted down.

The pain weakened a lot.

"How do you have this spice?" Zhou Meng asked weakly.

"Senior Brother Xiang sent it from the Ji Lan Sect." Cheng Xue helped Zhou Meng and said obediently.

"Senior Sister Meng, does it still hurt now?"

Zhou Meng nodded and said, "It's much better."

"Not good!" Zhou Meng suddenly said, "Chengxue, you, you, go quickly."

Zhou Meng threw Cheng Xue out with a wave of his sleeves.

Cheng Xue hurried back, "Why?"

Just when Cheng Xue was about to arrive at Zhou Meng's side, Zhou Meng used a dream barrier to cover Cheng Xue.

"Senior Sister Meng, doesn't it hurt anymore? What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Xue saw that Zhou Meng's eyes were black and his cheeks were red, as if he had gone mad.

Even in the dream barrier, Cheng Xue was still reluctant to walk away.

Zhou Meng's spiritual power could not dominate the dream barrier, so he could only let Cheng Xue stay here.

Now, Zhou Meng has scolded Zhuang Xiang countless times in his heart, and his ancestors have also scolded him for eight generations.

In this drunken soul incense, there is a condiment, which is the same as those fragrant painting book spices. Smoking this spice can anesthetize the pain, but it is also easy to make people swoonful and thirsty.

Now there is a snow with fine skin and tender meat in front of me, which is really addictive.