The child read aloud, and Zhou Mengdie stood in the snow and listened quietly. He had never used his sword intent to resist the snowflakes in the sky, so a moment later, he had been covered in ice and snow and turned into a snowman.

After a long time, when he came out of the snow, he found that there was not a single snow on the child who was standing still. He was dressed in a thin robe, holding a book in his hand, and his face was ruddy, as if he had not been affected by the wind and snow.

Seeing Zhou Mengdie slowly stepping forward, he saluted Zhou Mengdie very respectfully: "I've seen senior brother." ”

Zhou Mengdie was slightly stunned, then nodded, only to realize that he was wearing the Confucian robe worn by the disciples of the Haoqi Sect.

A trace of strange brilliance appeared on his face, those so-called Xuewen disciples were all orphans who were born with weak bodies and could not achieve anything above the martial arts. Zhuang Guoping couldn't bear to abandon them, so he also put them in the door wall, and then arranged for the master to teach them to read and learn.

But he didn't want such a scholar disciple of the Haoqi Sect to be able to keep his face unchanged in the wind and snow, looking at the guards of the city who were locked in the corner of the wall and rubbing their hands and feet, a trace of curiosity appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand to the younger brother, and the boy walked up to him very respectfully and saluted him.

Zhou Mengdie stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and a trace of true qi derived from the sword of the Son of Heaven poured into his body, and he didn't find anything unusual, his dantian was empty, and there was not the slightest energy in his veins.

He couldn't help but shake his head, and was about to withdraw his mind from his body, but suddenly he trembled. Just as his true qi passed through the child's chest. But where I felt a purity. Vast. Bright gas.

It is not strong, but it is like the grass and trees of the spring breeze, the cold plum of the autumn frost, the morning sun of the melting snow, and the gentleman of the square, with vigor, unyielding firmness, and the light that warms the world. Neither humble nor arrogant.

A hint of joy appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, isn't this kind of righteousness exactly what he wants?

He bowed to his junior disciple very respectfully, and then asked, "How did you cultivate the righteous qi in your body?"

The child was stunned for a moment, but after a while, he returned to normal, with a faint smile on his face, and said to Zhou Mengdie: "Read every day, after a long time, you will become enlightened." In addition, after the Master gave birth to the righteous qi in my body. He gave me this cheatbook. After speaking, he handed the secret book in his hand to Zhou Mengdie. Said: "If the senior brother is in need, just take it." ”

A hint of joy appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, and after nodding to him, she took the secret book in his arms.

After the two saluted each other again, Zhou Mengdie promised the child: "In the future, if the junior brother is interested in swordsmanship, he can come to my residence to find me." ”

After that, Zhou Mengdie said goodbye and left, he went straight back to his residence, and after a few words of instructions to Qi Tian, he began to retreat and study the secret book called "Haoran Righteousness".

The general outline of this secret book is the righteous song that Zhou Mengdie in reality memorizes in his mind and often hears in his morning class. The entire secret book seems to expound the subtlety and greatness of the Haoran Qi between heaven and earth, and there is no actual cultivation method.

After more than ten days of retreat, Zhou Mengdie still had no clue. He sighed slightly, but got up and walked out of the retreat stone room.

I don't know when, Wanqing sent her own food, which is many times better than at the beginning. Zhou Mengdie ate a few bites absentmindedly, but was slightly stunned, glanced at the dishes in the bowl and Wanqing asked, "Today's dishes are well done." ”

Wanqing's face instantly showed a smug smile, and said, "Who can make perfect, I have been cooking by myself every day for two or three years, how can I not get a harvest?"

Zhou Mengdie was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of the scene of the child reading in the wind and snow. There was a sudden look of ecstasy on his face, and he threw away the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and went out to the city wall.

looked at the direction of Zhou Mengdie's departure and the dishes and chopsticks he discarded on the table, but his face was disgusted. picked up the food box and said angrily: "If you don't eat it, I'll take it and feed it to the monkeys." ”

As soon as her words fell, Qi Tian suddenly responded from outside the house: "Senior sister, monkeys don't eat." ”

There was no wind and snow on this day, but the weather was still cold, and the child was still standing in the place where he first met Zhou Mengdie, reciting the righteous song he didn't know how many times he had recited. Zhou Mengdie stood there quietly and listened to him reciting for a long time, but suddenly opened his mouth and recited with him the righteous song that he was familiar with in his previous life.

Day after day passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was a month. Every morning, Zhou Mengdie came to the city wall, and when the unknown little brother came to the city wall, the two recited the righteous song together.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed. In the early morning of this day, a thin layer of green frost condensed on the city walls. I don't know how long it took, goose feathers began to snow in the sky again, and the child's body was still not stained with the slightest snow, but Zhou Mengdie's body was covered with fine snow again. But he didn't care at all, and read word by word.

On this day, he did not return with the sunset of his little junior brother, he still stood there for a long time, stopped chanting in his mouth, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. When the great sun rose in the east, he once again opened his mouth and recited the song of Haoran righteousness, and every word was clearly audible.

The flying snow in the sky was still slowly falling towards Xiangyang City, but there was no trace of snow around him. A breath of righteousness filled his chest, and the frost, wind and snow between heaven and earth could no longer affect him in the slightest.

Time passed quietly, and I don't know how long it took, the square, bright, and vast aura on Zhou Mengdie's body became stronger and stronger.

The snow in the sky no longer fell, and the warm sunlight shone on the soldiers defending the city, and everyone had a big smile on their faces.

Zhou Mengdie slowly walked down the city wall, and after glancing at the little junior brother, she saluted him and asked, "For so long, I haven't asked the name of the little junior brother. ”

The child's face was neither humble nor arrogant, with a calm and calm smile, he greeted Zhou Mengdie slightly, and then said, "Meng Haoran." ”

Zhou Mengdie was slightly stunned, and the moment he reported his name, he had an inexplicable premonition in his heart, as if in the near future, his name would be sung in the entire Tianwu world.

After the Haoran Righteous Qi in his body was generated, the Sword of the Son of Heaven located in the Sea of Knowledge, after fighting for a while, and after finding that it could not be swallowed, he immersed himself like a child who was angry, and let Zhou Mengdie use the purple qi generated in the Sea of Knowledge to urge, and there was no movement at all.

The years passed quietly, and the news that Zhou Mengdie was sitting in Xiangyang had already been returned to the grassland by the spies who had infiltrated the city, and the Mongolian Khan was full of resentment, but he did not dare to send troops to invade the south.

On that day, the scene of Zhou Mengdie's ten thousand swords coming out is still vivid, and hundreds of tantric monks joined forces to perform the secret method of demon subjugation, but they could not win.

It is said that there are many Inhuman sects in the martial arts who have moved their headquarters to Xiangyang City, and they look like they are fighting to the end with the Mongols. Under the advice of the Mongolian national teacher Phagspa, he went to the Vajra Monastery several times with heavy gifts to ask for the new five-wheel Dharma King in the temple.

However, the last Heavenly Wheel Dharma King and the Golden Wheel Dharma King soared in a hurry, so that many of the essence of the Five Wheel Formation had not yet been completely passed down, and although the new Five Wheel Dharma King had advanced his martial arts rapidly, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong had also cultivated to the height of the eleventh layer, and it was possible to break through the twelfth layer at any time, with the power of the twelve-headed dragon elephant. But if there is no five-round formation, in the opinion of Ba Sipa, I am afraid that he will still not be Zhou Mengdie's opponent.

The Mongols were warlike, and when they were unable to invade south, they turned their attention to other neighbors who had appeared around them at some unknown point.

In just three years, the Mongol cavalry took the lead in conquering Goryeo in the east and plundering a country called Russia in the north. To the west, it was connected with the colonies of the European Union.

In that endless steppe, without the slightest natural danger, the Mongols abandoned all their infantry, fully exploited the advantages of cavalry, and defeated those white-skinned and black-skinned xenomorphs one after another.

The royal banner of the Great Khan of Mongolia was everywhere, making him gradually forget the unhappiness in the Central Plains, and those endless gold and silver, pearls and agate filled the Mongolian royal court.

Although at some point a group of heavily armored cavalry appeared in the army of the white-skinned xenomorphs, and the Mongols suffered several defeats, these minor setbacks were not a problem compared to the city of Xiangyang, which had plagued the Mongols for decades.

Tribe-after tribe warriors were summoned to the west, and one thrilling battle after another unfolded across the endless wilderness, plains, and deserts.

The Mongols had more and more land, and so did the wealth of the Mongols, and in just three years, they seemed to have forgotten the land south of the Mongol royal court.

Three years have passed, and it is only a few months since Huashan Lunjian is discussed, but the Five Wheel Dharma King who has comprehended the Five Rounds of Formation in the Mongolian King Kong Temple has come out of retreat (to be continued. )