"Uncle Xue, why did you agree to all the disciples going down the mountain?"

In Taichu Xianmen, there is only one person who dares to talk to Zuo Meng like this, and that is Zhihua.

So many years have passed, Zhihua has changed a lot, she has her own Taoist couple, and a daughter, her parents died of illness a few years ago, this little girl who used to live in Zuo Meng's small shop every day has also become the elder of the famous material hall of Taichu Xianmen, and her daughter is more than eight years old, when her daughter was born, she also sent an invitation to Zuo Meng, but Zuo Meng didn't have time at that time.

Now the daughter and husband are both in the Taichu Immortal Gate, the daughter is a disciple, and the husband is an elder of foreign affairs.

"They wanted to go down the mountain, so they let them go. ”

Zuo Meng looked at the little girl who had grown up in front of him and couldn't help laughing. He still remembers that when he first met this little girl, she was bent on learning to paint, and so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the passage of time sometimes makes Zuo Meng feel a sense of exhaustion, just like an old man, he slowly sees through a lot of things, many people.

The years, too tired.

I really want to wake up, but all my efforts have been in vain after waking up.

"Your sect is running the same shop as it was at the beginning. ”

Zhihua is a little weak, after so many years, the only thing that hasn't changed is Uncle Xue's temper, he is simply too lazy to the bones, the core disciples who have worked hard to cultivate, which sect is not to stay as the backbone and further expand the advantages of the sect, how can there be such a thing as Taichu Xianmen, after the disciples have completed their studies, they can choose to go down the mountain by themselves, and the sect will not stop them. With the right to choose, most of these disciples who had a lot of concerns in the world, naturally most of them ran away, and now all that is left is a sloppy Taoist priest, or the kind with poor qualifications.

"Didn't my small shop run very well? ”

Zuo Meng didn't really want to be a sect, he just needed to start a head and plant a seed.

Now that these disciples have completed their studies and gone down the mountain, his goal has been achieved, and when they return to their own family or power, what they have learned from the Taichu Immortal Gate can spread out on their own, which is the same as the precept name that Zuo Meng passed on the exercises to Hanshan Temple at the beginning, the difference is that this time he came to the front of the stage.

"Your little shop ......"

Zhihua is too lazy to complain anymore, it has been in business for so long, just a few customers, and ordinary people would have starved to death if they did this.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. ”

Zuo Meng skipped this topic and asked casually.

"How is Xiao Xin'er doing?"

Xiao Xin'er is the daughter of Zhihua, Zhixin'er, with her mother's surname, because Zhihua is stronger than his current Taoist friends, and his cultivation is also higher, and in the world of monks, strength is respected. Xiao Xin'er is exactly the same as the Zhihua when she was a child, she thinks about other things in her head every day, and she is naturally disgusted by her parents' arrangement, so she runs to Zuo Meng to vomit bitterness.

"I don't know where I went. ”

When it comes to his daughter, Zhihua looks like a headache.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself. ”

Seeing Zuo Meng's expression, Zhihua was no longer in the mood to continue to react to the situation with him, packed up his things, and got up to leave.

The next day.

Zuo Meng didn't say hello to anyone, and quietly left the blessed land of the Taichu Immortal Gate.

Walking on the street, Zuo Meng looked at the noisy crowd and had the illusion of being out of place.

This world was created by him, but until now, many things are no longer up to him, and many things of his own have been born in the world, just like children, who will grow up slowly. Zuo Meng's current behavior of using a world will naturally be hostile to some people in the world, because this is different from their original intention of transforming the world, such as the desolate that was once sealed by him, and the golden shadow that is hidden behind and thinks it is hidden. These people were taken by his strength, and they hid and didn't make a sound.

"It's time to make a move, it's been so long, and I should be sure of my identity. ”

Zuo Meng shuttled through the crowd, but no one discovered his existence, and he couldn't even touch it. Over the years, his own cultivation has become more and more terrifying, even if he is attached to Xue Chuan's body, he still has some transcendent aura.

"Is it to come to me directly like the Ancient Era, or to hide behind the scenes......?

In the blank period when Zuo Meng did not lower his sight, the Wild and Golden Shadows must have absorbed more than one era of power, and now they also have the power to change the law, but they are more troublesome than Zuo Meng.

Well?

Zuo Meng stopped and looked above the void.

Several breaths descended from outside the Three Realms and fell on several people.

These people thought they were very hidden, but Zuo Meng found the root cause at a glance.

"Have you learned to hide yourself?"

Zuo Meng didn't care, in his opinion, no matter what the means were, it was just a child's temper, and it would be good to turn around and beat him. When he achieves his goal and deduces the exercises to the point of perfection, he will naturally harvest the whole world, and when the time comes, he will easily give these disobedient 'children' a beating.

Looking at the few people who had blended into the breath, Zuo Meng's eyes flickered.

"These chess pieces...... Have you been observing me? You've grown a lot. ”

Zuo Meng's gaze penetrated the sky, and suddenly fell on the little girl who was running away, this little girl was Zhihua's daughter, Zhixin'er. The other breaths, the points where they are located are also related to the identity of 'Xue Chuan', one is the child of his distant cousin who has a partial blood relationship with him, the boy who was raised by Da Chu in the capital, and the two are apprentices taught by Zuo Meng, Du Fan and Zhao Zheng, the son of King Xing, who only went down the mountain not long ago.

A new use of the law.

Zuo Meng retracted his gaze, stepped out, and returned to the blessed land of the Taichu Immortal Gate.

"From today onwards, I will retreat to a higher realm, this is a dead pass! Sect-related matters will be handed over to Elder Yu Ruyi for all matters. ”

Zuo Meng's voice instantly spread throughout all the disciples in the entire Taichu Immortal Sect.

All the disciples in the sect were blindfolded for a while, and they couldn't figure out what was going on, and Zhihua also went to Zuo Meng's retreat for this matter, but he didn't find him. At first, everyone thought that this retreat would only be a matter of one or two years, but no one expected that this retreat would be 600 years!

Six hundred years of vicissitudes of life, so far away that it has been forgotten by the world.

The legend of Xue Zhenren gradually disappeared from the outside world.

In the first ten years, Chu Tianzi and the Demon Emperor were cautiously tempted, but as time went by, twenty years, thirty years, one hundred years, two hundred years! Cultivation is originally a struggle with the heavens, and I don't know how many people die under the heavenly demons every year.

After it was determined that Xue Zhenren was seated, in the next few hundred years, the demon clan and Da Chu completely let go of their hands and feet, and the sky was dark in the border wilderness.

Da Chu, which had been calm for more than two hundred years, fell into war again.