Among the items left by the Tianli Daoist, Meng Chen was most satisfied with the bronze sword.

At this time, Meng Chen sat cross-legged in the cave, letting the small bronze sword that emitted the sound of Weng Ming fly around his body.

As the little sword flew faster and faster, the sound of Weng Ming filled the cave, Meng Chen's heart moved, and the bronze small sword controlled by his own divine sense flew out of the cave with a whoosh.

On the top of Chaotian Peak, those plane trees that stand at the top, after the autumn wind blows, a piece of withered yellow autumn leaves break away from the branches, and fall down from the cave door, if there is no accident, it will definitely float to the river under the peak, and gently fall on the river surface.

The small bronze sword with the afterimage swished and quickly connected the falling plane leaves to the sword body, and the speed was so fast that it was only a few breaths before and after.

Harvest.

Meng Chen opened his mouth, silently reciting this word in his heart, the body of the bronze small sword shook, and the leaves on it instantly scattered, turning into countless small broken leaves, which drifted away into an unknown distance with the autumn wind.

The little sword turned into a golden light, flew back to the cave with a whoosh, and was swallowed by Meng Chen.

It can be said that fifty percent of Meng Chen's time in this retreat was spent studying this sword, after all, after several confirmations by him, this thing can indeed be regarded as a treasure.

The most exciting factor for this sword was that it only needed to be controlled by the divine sense, and it would automatically attack the target he wanted it to attack.

If the Tianli Dao people saw it at this moment, I am afraid they would also be shocked, Meng Chen only took more than two years to not only improve his cultivation to the eighth layer of condensation, but also studied all the items he left behind almost thoroughly.

Of course, what shocked him the most should be that Meng Chen could not only control the bronze sword freely at this moment, but also be able to suck it into his mouth, hide it in the Dantian Qi Condensation Tower, and practice on his own.

This sword Meng Chen didn't intend to look at people easily, because he was quite satisfied with this sword in terms of speed and power, so he wanted to use this treasure as a life-saving thing for his own cultivation path.

He has no grievances with others, although he doesn't think that anyone will think that the egg hurts and comes to kill him. But after all, if you are really unfortunate and meet someone who hates the egg, then preparing today is not a superfluous move.

"Now that I'm studying the map and the two sets of swordsmanship, it's time to leave this place. “

Meng Chen patted the storage bag, took out the map from it, and began to turn through the pages with the Qi Condensation Technique.

He was an extremely devoted person in terms of cultivation, so this research was almost the next day.

Meng Chen put all his belongings into the storage bag and came to the door of the cave step by step.

The cool autumn breeze whistled in front of the cave door, and Meng Chen's tattered clothes and messy black hair danced with the wind, and a pair of pitch-black and narrow eyes under the messy hair, condensing the sky. I saw the end of the west, the sunset was falling, and the sky was full of red glow.

Meng Chen stared for a moment, a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed in his eyes, this confusion did not appear for the first time in his eyes, but from time to time.

Speaking of the familiar confusion in Meng Chen's eyes, we have to talk about his dull youth.

I vaguely remember that he was only nine years old that year, and that day was the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, and the sky was like a blade, and the earth was three feet of ice and snow, and it was extremely cold.

The young man and the old housekeeper stood in front of the Mengfu in Jiangling against the wind and snow, waiting for their parents who returned from the trade in Chang'an City.

It was close to noon, but my parents never returned. However, from the streets of West Street, I saw a few familiar Gangneung Mansion catchers, pushing carts for people to transport goods, coming head-on.

The cart, which was more than one meter wide, was covered with a white cloth stained red with blood, and was quickly pushed from the street by several catchers to the gate of Mengmen Mansion.

The nine-year-old boy and the old housekeeper sighed at the same time, and before the two of them could open their mouths to inquire in trembling voices, the middle-aged man with a beard on his face was quick to catch, and said: "Recently, there have been many winds and snows, and I don't need to say anything more if I think about it, last night Meng Changan and the three of them passed by the sunset cliff eight hundred meters away from Liujia Village, and the carriage accidentally fell off the cliff, and none of the three were spared. “

When the boy heard this, he initially hoped that when his parents returned, he would be able to bring back his love for books, but in an instant, it was like a tea bowl smashing the ground, shattered.

"Dad, mother. “

In front of the Meng Mansion, the wind and snow were blowing, the young man muttered, trembling his right hand, uncovering the white cloth stained red with blood, and seeing clearly under the cloth, the faces of his parents stained with blood clots, he burst into tears.

What the young man has in his eyes at this moment is not only sad tears, but also confusion that accompanies countless years to come.

He has been extremely smart since he was a child, loves to read, and his parents of course love him very much.

As soon as the young man became sensible, he made up his mind in his heart that he must gain fame in the future, win glory for his parents, and let them talk about their son to others, the corners of their mouths must be raised high, and their faces must be proud.

However, behind all the stories in this world, there is always this nonsense but two words, and the story of Meng Chen is also the same.

However, now with the death of his parents, all these dreams have become meaningless.

No matter how hard he tries to be the top student in high school in the future, he will only enjoy himself alone and enjoy alone.

The sudden and unexpected death of the only loved one made him feel that the world was falling apart, and at the same time, he also felt that his future life was confused, and he didn't know where to go in the future.

"In the past, I was confused, and it was just a matter of where to go in the future, but now I am a person who cultivates immortals, the sky and the earth are big, where I can't be at ease, why do I still have such confusion?" Meng Chen sighed lightly. "Even if I have no family, friendship, love, and three feelings in this world, I always have to live in peace, not for anything else, even if it is for my father and mother, I believe that they have a spirit in heaven, and I don't want to see me tied up by the past, sigh and sigh, right?"

Meng Chen shook his head, and in the end, he could only force these complicated feelings in his heart, looked up in the direction of Chang'an City, and looked down for a moment, the clothes on his body that had not been changed for three years, and muttered to himself: "I want to go to Chang'an City now, take out the last hundred taels of silver from the bank, and change into clean clothes." “

He is a person who pays great attention to dressing, and at the moment his clothes are ragged and his black hair is messy, which makes him think of those people who are asking for food on the street.

Thinking of this, Meng Chen couldn't help but shudder, reached out and patted the storage bag on his waist, and the rusty flying sword, with a whooshing sound, floated in front of the cave door.

After that will be indefinite.

Meng Chen glanced back, this cave that had been closed for three years, and jumped onto the flying sword without looking back.

Although he has been in retreat here for three years, he has no feelings for this place, and in comparison, he still yearns for a prosperous place like Chang'an City.

As night fell, the originally glowing sky gradually merged with the night, and at the same time, a full moon emitting bright light also slowly rose from the sky, reflecting the world of Datang very brightly.

Under the moonlight, Meng Chen controlled the flying sword and walked all the way in the night sky, this was the first time he stepped on the sword to hurry, although there was no discomfort, but he only controlled the speed to about seventy.

Five hours after the flying sword flew, Meng Chen on it saw the distant earth, dotted with light, like stars in the night sky, as far as the eye could see. The sky above the city is brightly lit, as if it were day.

Meng Chen's heart was a little complicated at the moment, he stayed up late and studied hard a few years ago, just to want to gain a foothold in the distant city, Chang'an.

However, now that the cultivation has been successful, the dream that used to be can be easily realized now, but there is no interest.

"Maybe after my father and mother died, I was too lonely alone, and the so-called fame was just an excuse for me to escape from loneliness. “

"That's it, that's it, I want to escape from loneliness, as the people of Gangneung City said, it's just a monster who looks warm on the outside, but is actually cold and ruthless on the inside, I don't want to mention the past. “

Meng Chen sighed lightly, he didn't know that today's nerves were delirious, and his mood had changed so much, he would always keep thinking about the past.

Shaking his head, the fingers of his right hand were combined, and a few more white cigarettes immediately appeared on his fingertips, and he flicked the flying sword under his feet, and the speed instantly doubled.

Meng Chen didn't plan to enter the city with a flying sword, he just came to take out the silver taels and buy clothes, there was no need to cause an uproar.

Of course, if he was neatly dressed and dignified at the moment, he would still not mind landing on the streets of the city with a flying sword and enjoying the respectful and envious gaze of the people.

It's just that at this moment, he is in rags, his black hair is messy, and he is dressed as a goddamn flower, and he is now an immortal who is high in the hearts of these mortals, and he does not have the courage to appear in the field of vision of others in such a high-profile way.

With this thought, the flying sword landed behind an ancient locust tree outside the city, turned into a black light, and flew into the storage bag.

Meng Chen looked at the city gate, he had been here a few times, so he didn't feel strange.

Reaching out and wiping his shirt, it was slashed by a bronze sword two years ago. The small openings left behind were gently smoothed out, and then he raised his feet and walked towards the city gate.

On the left and right sides of the city gate, there is a huge stone master, in front of the stone master, there are ten iron frames, each iron frame is placed on an iron basin, at this moment in which iron basin, is crackling and burning raging fire.

There were more than 30 people queuing up to enter the city, and their facial features and parcels were clearly seen by the leader standing at the front wearing a steel helmet, a silver armor, and a scar on the right side of his face under the light of the fire.

Behind Scar's leader, on the left and right sides of the city gate, there were hundreds of Tang soldiers standing side by side.

These soldiers looked solemn, holding a two-meter spear in their left hand, a semicircular scimitar hanging from their waists, and their right hands resting on the blade, looking like they were always ready for battle.

There is no doubt that if Commander Scar discovers that there are illegals in the queue, the soldiers will rush up and kill them at the first command.