I Shall Seal the Heavens

Another two months passed, and on this day, there was a loud roar that shook the surroundings suddenly from the deep mountain where Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged in the cave. Amidst the roar, wild beasts in the mountain scattered all around. Outside Meng Hao's cave, a piece of him The chipped boulder collapsed and exploded immediately.

Amidst the debris splashing everywhere, Meng Hao's figure came out of the cave. He had long hair and a shawl, and was wearing a scribe gown. His eyes shone like lightning, and an unspeakable aura permeated his body, as if there was a faint fragrance. open.

With joy on his face, he stood outside the cave at the moment, closed his eyes and laughed out loud after a while, the laughter reverberated around, and the startled beasts ran away again.

"The eighth layer of condensed energy!" Meng Hao clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were shining brightly, if it was at night, they would definitely look brighter.

For more than two months, he has been retreating here. The tension and crisis at the beginning gradually dissipated as time passed. A long retreat began.

He doesn't want to let himself be in crisis all the time. Only by making himself stronger can he gradually reduce the number of people who can threaten him.

"I want to be a strong man, there is no other reason, I just want to be a strong man!" Standing outside the cave, Meng Hao took a deep breath of the breath of the mountain, his eyes showing firmness.

Even though he is a scholar, even though he studied Confucianism, three years is enough to change his inner self. After experiencing a series of things, Meng Hao is no longer the state of mind he was in back then, but the persistence in his character. revealed.

This persistence is reflected in his persistence after he failed the ranking, in his struggle in the backing sect, in his resistance when facing Wang Tengfei, and at this moment, in his expectation for the future.

People want to be strong, just like wanting to get rich and rich. This is a dream. There is no reason. It is the human nature understood by Meng Hao.

"Life is constantly burning. Call it exuberant. It is like self-improvement in life. You are unwilling to bow your head." Meng Hao raised his head. He thought of the supremacy of Zhao Guoqiang outside the backer, and thought of the indifference that would kill him if anyone raised his hand at random. I thought of the eyes of the middle-aged guardian next to Wang Tengfei.

"My parents disappeared since I was a child. If I didn't have the heart of self-improvement, I wouldn't be able to live today. I would have given up on myself a long time ago. If I didn't have the intention of self-improvement, I would not be able to become an inner disciple. Self-improvement, persistence, this is mine. The road to the future." Meng Hao let out a long breath, raised his right hand and flicked his sleeve, and immediately a black light flew out, turning into a black nail. Rock away.

With a bang, the rocks that were more than two feet high collapsed directly, splitting into pieces, and a large amount of black ice appeared on the crumbling gravel. When it hit the ground, even the ground gave off a cold air.

Meng Hao's expression showed satisfaction, and with a move with his right hand, the black nail flew back directly. Meng Hao palmed his palm and flicked it again, and the fan with sixteen feathers flew out, following Meng Hao's hand around. Hao pointed with his right hand, and immediately the fan spread apart with a bang.

Sixteen rays of light scatter and swirl in all directions. Those are sixteen feathers. They are like flying swords in mid-air, showing a fierce meaning. Following Meng Hao's right hand move, these sixteen feathers here go straight to Meng Hao. Surrounding his body rapidly, it is airtight, and he can form various shapes with his spiritual power.

After a while, the sixteen feathers turned into precious fans again and fell into Meng Hao's hands.

"It's a pity that there are still not enough spirit stones,

That bronze mirror consumes too much spirit stones, and it takes a hundred spirit stones to copy an earth spirit pill. .

This price is too high..." Meng Hao frowned immediately when he thought of the spirit stones, there are very few left of more than 10,000 spirit stones now, and Meng Hao can break through from the seventh floor to the eighth floor in two months. He drank more than 80 grains of earth spirit pills, and he had to swallow one or two grains almost every day before entering the eighth level of condensed gas.

"The further you practice, the more spiritual power you need." Meng Hao murmured, and glanced at the storage bag. There were five pills in it at the moment, but he had swallowed one before and found If you want to reach the ninth floor of condensed gas, you need at least about 150 grains.

"In addition to the need for more spiritual power, could it be related to the fact that I swallowed too many pills, which made my body begin to reject the pills?" Meng Hao hesitated for a while, unable to be sure, but according to his calculations , if there is no Heavenly Spirit Pill, other pills will require more quantities.

"One hundred and fifty celestial spirit pills...equivalent to more than 70,000 spirit stones...otherwise it will take a long time to make up for it, but my aptitude is ordinary, and it takes more time..." Meng Hao suddenly thought of this. With a sigh, I felt more and more dry in my storage bag.

He still had three big spirit stones in his storage bag, but Meng Hao didn't dare to use them. As he practiced longer, he felt more and more reckless when he copied the wooden sword back then. It must not be taken lightly, otherwise it would be impossible to copy the jade-slaying blood crystal.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, this big spirit stone must not be used, maybe it will be of better use in the future." Meng Hao made up his mind, and at this moment his body turned into a long rainbow, and the precious fan under his feet was shrouded in light, and he went straight to the distance.

Meng Hao pondered for a while, and the spiritual energy in his body moved, and the light of the precious fan under his feet dissipated immediately, and became ordinary and unsurprising. Only then did Meng Hao feel relieved, and roared away.

"A few months have passed, those disciples of the Purple Fortune Sect should have left." Meng Hao was cautious all the way, thinking secretly, until he left this deep mountain, looked up, Meng Hao remembered this direction, it should be fast It is close to the capital of Zhao State.

It used to be the place he dreamed of, second only to the Great Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land. Looking back at this moment, Meng Hao felt emotional. Three years of imperial examinations, three years of failure, Meng Hao is not qualified to come to this city for the final test, but now After another three years, he is no longer the scholar he used to be, but has become a monk.

When he was about to approach the capital city of Zhao State, Meng Hao stopped gliding from time to time, but walked on the official road, his long hair tied up, and his robes of scribes made him look like a scholar. He was short in the past, but now he is taller Quite a few, the body has become more and more slender after years of practice, although the skin is still a bit dark, but it looks very energetic, with a pervasive temperament.

It was already in a trance at the moment. In the season of March, for Zhao Guo, snowflakes would sometimes fall. Now as Meng Hao walked, unknowingly, in the sky covered by dusk, snowflakes gradually fell.

It soon sprinkled on the ground, and it looked like the whole ground was covered with a layer of white.

The snow fell on Meng Hao's hair, it didn't melt, but floated there, maybe it will leave when the wind blows.

The surrounding area was not quiet, the closer to Zhao's capital, the more horse-drawn carriages appeared. Right now, behind Meng Hao, there was a horse-drawn carriage speeding fast, as if afraid of missing the closing time of the city gate.

When passing by Meng Hao, snowflakes were blown up, and the curtain of the carriage was blown away by the wind, revealing a scholar studying inside.

Meng Hao glanced at the scholar with a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to show the appearance of himself studying a few years ago. He was obviously only twenty years old, but at this moment, Meng Hao felt that his heart seemed to be a little older .

Just as he was sighing softly, the carriage stopped in front, the curtain was lifted, and the scholar inside seemed to look back. When Meng Hao approached, the scholar stepped down from the carriage, cupped his fists and bowed to Meng Hao .

"Brother Taiwan is also going to the imperial examination in Zhao's capital?"

"I had a dream of holding high when I was studying in the early years, but now it's gone, I just want to see the tenement building." Meng Hao hurriedly returned the gift.

"Unfortunately, seeing that my brother is very handsome, I thought he might be the same age, why should I give up my official career?" The scholar looked about the same age as Meng Hao, and said with regret at this moment.

Meng Hao shook his head and remained silent.

"Forget it, the snow is falling fast, and the road is not easy to walk. If you are late, you may not be able to enter the city. Brother, why not go with me, or you may still be able to enter the city in time." The scholar also looked at Meng Hao as a scholar, and invited him with a smile.

Meng Hao looked at the sky, then at the scholar, thanked him with fists in his arms, and boarded the carriage together with him.

There is a copper stove in the carriage, and a fire is burning inside, dispelling the cold outside, and it can be seen that the scholar's family is rich, and there is an old man driving outside, all of which can be seen in many details.

In particular, even though the old man was wearing a bamboo hat and lowered his head, his hands had big joints, and he seemed to know some kung fu.

"Xiaosheng Zheng Yong, brother, you don't have to be cautious, you and I are both scholars, and we should help each other out." Zheng Yong warmed his hands and smiled.

"Meng Hao, thank you, Brother Zheng." Meng Hao said with a smile, and his eyes fell on the scroll beside Zheng Yong. It was written with the words "Book of Rites", which is ancient and fragrant. At first glance, it is not a rubbing copy, but an ancient book. .

"Surnamed Meng?" Zheng Yong straightened his expression immediately, he was inconvenient in the carriage, but he also cupped his fists and bowed.

"It turned out to be Liren's surname. After celebrating my father, Mr. Zheng was rude in the car. I hope Brother Meng will forgive me."

"Brother Zheng doesn't have to be like this, it's just a surname. His ancestors are brilliant, and he is his descendant, but he has repeatedly failed the rankings. I am ashamed." Meng Hao clasped his fists in return, and the two sat down again.

"Brother Meng is wrong. This surname was born by nature and passed down to the ancient times. After Qingfu, even if he did not pass the imperial examination, as long as he has benevolence and courtesy in his heart, he will be a great Confucian." Zheng Yong said seriously.

"Brother Zheng, what is Confucianism?" Meng Hao was silent for a while, then raised his head, looked at the scholar in front of him, and said calmly.

"Etiquette and music, benevolence and justice, loyalty and forgiveness, and moderation are Confucianism." Zheng Yong spoke immediately without thinking.

Meng Hao didn't speak. He watched the snowflakes drifting in when the curtain was raised outside the window, and his voice came out for a long time.

"What is life?" Meng Hao asked.

"Life?" Zheng Yong was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and didn't speak immediately.

The interior of the carriage was quiet except for the whimpering of the wind and snow outside. Meng Hao raised his right hand and stretched it out of the curtain, gradually snowflakes fell into his hand.

"This snow can only appear in winter. It can only live in the cold wind, so this winter is its life." Meng Hao said softly, and when he took it back with his right hand, he brought the snowflakes close to the copper furnace, and he could see the snowflakes It melted quickly and turned into water, flowing in Meng Hao's palm lines.

"Snow can only live in winter, and it will die if it is near fire. This is also its life. No matter how longing for summer, it... can only go away.

The snow turned into water in my palm, because this is not its world..." Meng Hao raised his right hand, and waved the water droplets in his hand towards the outside of the carriage, and immediately the water droplets fell outside, and in the world that the scholar couldn't see, they reappeared. The snow turned into snow and drifted away.

Zheng Yong froze there with a dazed expression, until after the carriage entered the city gate, Meng Hao's voice came out faintly.

"Thank you Brother Zheng for being with me all the way, Meng Mou said goodbye." Meng Hao cupped his fists and bowed, got up and got off the carriage, stepping on the falling snow, and gradually walked into the street.

"I yearn for summer, but I can only live in the winter snow, and I can only go away silently... Is this the life of Xue?" Zheng Yong looked at Meng Hao's back in the distance, murmured, got out of the carriage for a long time, and walked towards In the direction Meng Hao left, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

In the cold wind, his figure was gradually covered by snowflakes, but he knew that when he returned to the carriage, the snow on his body would die. Today's scene, he will never forget it in his life, until many years later he became the famous Zhao Guo's When he was a Confucian scholar, he would sometimes raise his hand in the winter wind and snow, watching the snow in his palm slowly turn into water, silently thinking of the scholar named Meng Hao on a snowy night a few years ago.

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Khan sweat, I clearly remember that at 11 o'clock, I clicked the upload chapter, and then went to code words, but the upload was not successful, dizzy, I apologize to everyone, I will definitely check it several times in the future...