"In that case... The little monk had no choice but to do this errand!" Sumeru agreed!

The promise was so refreshing, without the slightest prevarication, and there was no reluctance on his face.

Angel Man, Yang Tianyu and the others, who had already reached their mouths, were all forced to choke back.

"In the meantime, the little monk can only do some of the friendship of the landlord, as for how to make a plan, how to complete the task of the divine domain, then you still need to bother the seniors of the divine domain. Sumeru lowered her posture.

This made Yang Tianyu and others more and more unable to see him through.

They can't see through it, but Lin Xi can see some clues.

"These people... I'm afraid they're all fools!" Chu Lingxiao, the doppelganger, looked at the picture refracted by the jade mirror through the jade mirror, and couldn't help but sneer.

Is Sumeru a good person?

Probably... Right!

But it's definitely not a fool, and it's not a pawn that can be easily used.

The Infinite Divine Domain, Yang Tianyu and others, regard it as everything, admire it, fear it, yearn for it but resist it. On the surface, they seem to feel that the Divine Domain is restricting and oppressing them. In fact, he was proud of it, and felt that because of his status as the messenger of the divine domain, he was superior to others and regarded him as a backer.

But Sumeru just used this as a springboard, an ordinary platform.

This fundamental difference in cognition leads to different attitudes and approaches when dealing with the same 'task'.

"They're dead!" Chu Lingxiao had already made a death judgment for these people.

Whether Meng Xinghe made a move or Sumeru made a move, they were all dead.

"It's hard... It's Sumeru!" Chu Lingxiao frowned at first.

Then he threw the problem to Meng Xinghe.

As the number of doppelgangers increases, although they are all alone, there are some bad tastes, but they still inevitably spread.

Meng Xinghe, who was still in the Meng Mansion, had already raised his realm to the level of the Yuan Shen at this time.

And work in the direction of true immortals.

Now that the fish you want to catch has already been hooked, it becomes unnecessary to continue to maintain a weak posture.

Emptied the entire Mon province.

Lin Xi··· Or Meng Xinghe, in the water pavilion in the house, put a tea set.

He vaguely remembered that Hongyu's favorite drink was Chunyuluo from Yunzhou, a tea that was scarce and not mainstream.

Although the Meng Mansion did not have it, the Shenshui Sect did, and Lin Xi found someone to get some.

I found another erhu, Lin Xi was dressed in white, and he sat by the lake and pulled it up.

At first, it sounded like sawn wood, which was really ugly.

Gradually, it became some tunes.

After another moment, it began to take shape.

After half a ring, there was a rule.

However, after half a day's effort, Meng Xinghe's level is no worse than those veterans who have been immersed in this path for decades.

Between movement and stillness, a small note can have a different charm.

Kung Fu is in the bones, that's it.

Novices play according to the score, and most of them are like random piles.

The master does it easily, it is a random interpretation, and there are still touching touches.

With a slight movement of his thoughts, he noticed that someone was approaching, and he did not hide his tracks.

As soon as the bowstring in his hand swung, a smoother and more passionate song flowed out.

The monk dressed in red, along the undulating waves, stepped into the lakeside water pavilion, sat opposite the tea case, and stared at Meng Xinghe.

He listened to the music quietly, as if he was simply attracted by the music, and had no other purpose.

waited until the song was over and the afterglow had dissipated for three moments before he slowly spoke.

"I heard the rise and end of prosperity, in the running wind, the neighing horses wandering lonely in the barren Gobi, the once soaring wolf smoke was cold on the wreckage of the years, and in the setting sun, as if there was still an unburned residual temperature. ”

"The dancing steps that are still whirling, and the stirring drums, the solemn Buddha, the slow-moving caravans, the ruined post roads, the desolate ancient cities, the unruly wolves, the arrogant eagles, and the blood-like wine, the desolation... And mottled city walls. ”

"Everything is leaning between the white sand and the blue sky, which was once the prosperity that countless people yearn for, but now it has become a ruin of snakes and rats. There is nothing more regrettable and collapsed than going from prosperity and greatness to the end and collapse. ”

"This is a personal tragedy and a national tragedy... It's spectacular!"

Sumeru spoke, then picked up the teacup without changing his face and took a sip of tea. He didn't seem to notice the difference in the tea.

"This song... You didn't do it. You can't make such a song in your state of mind. Sumeru said with confidence.

Meng Xinghe smiled and did not deny it.

This is certainly not what he did.

This was originally a piano piece, composed by a bard who passed by the capital of the former Condor Empire many years after the invasion of the Demon Dragons and the complete destruction of the great Condor Empire.

It has inspired many people.

But in fact... It didn't work either.

It can't play a decisive role, at most it can only give people a beating for a short time.

But Lin Xi liked it more, so he wrote it down.

"Looks like you know who I am?"

"I always thought I was hiding it well. Meng Xinghe raised his head, put down his erhu, and then said.

Sumeru said: "This is nature, maybe you can eliminate the Buddha seal I left you, but your smell, I can smell it from 30,000 miles away." ”

"It's not just you... Bai Fan, Chu Lingxiao, I also know them. ”

At this time, Sumeru no longer used the self-title of poor monk and small monk.

He used the word 'I'.

Meng Xinghe was not very surprised.

In this world, there are too many capable people.

You can't just allow him to use all kinds of means, others have to be empty-handed, and there is no way... It doesn't make sense.

What's more, Sumeru can't be counted... Others.

He and Sumeru... Is it really that different? Even if it seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time.

However, Lin Xi is the demon in Sumeru's heart.

And Sumeru is the Buddha in Lin Xi's heart.

The relationship between the two may seem separate at first glance, or even no longer directly related.

But at the deepest level, it is relevant.

Lin Xi is very clear, and Sumeru is also very clear.

So, when it comes to a certain stage, they all need a result.

"Do you want to know who the Taihao Immortal Emperor is?"

"I'll tell you!" Meng Xinghe said.

The monk Sumeru reached out from his heart and directly dug out a piece of flesh and blood, and the gray mark on the flesh and blood was as flexible and entangled as a Gu worm, but it was locked in the Buddha's light and quickly refined.

"The Lord of the Divine Realm is a new god, and he has only gained the legacy. It's not as strong as you think... But if there is another shadow behind him, someone is playing chess with him, I don't know. "In front of Meng Xinghe, Monk Sumeru exposed some inside stories first.

The confrontation between the two began half a day ago.

Whether it was the tea prepared by Meng Xinghe or his tunes, it was all to break through Meng Xinghe's mental defense and arouse the demonic nature in his heart.

However, the monk of Sumeru used his own initiative to sacrifice his kindness to respond to Meng Xinghe's 'secret calculation'.

I want to dig out the Buddha in his heart.