When Meng Hao woke up, he saw a figure from behind.
It was a beautiful figure, the curvaceous curve outlines the beautiful scented shoulders, and the downward trend is the depression of the waist and the roundness that suddenly flaunts.
Wearing a small flesh-colored shirt, Meng Hao almost ignored it when he first saw it.
The beautiful hair shawl, with a youthful breath, made Meng Hao feel that the gray sky seemed to have become better at this moment.
It’s not that Meng Hao doesn’t like to look at the beautiful figure, but as a monk, the first time he opened his eyes, what he noticed was not the beautiful figure, but the surroundings where the spiritual consciousness spread out. Everything on him was in a coma. As before, no one moved.
There are ruins around, you can recognize that this is the Holy Snow City, but you can't see the city, all you see are some broken pieces, but this place is very strange, there are some silver lights shining on the ground, forming a formation. It's just that at this moment the formation seems to be still being opened, not fully opened.
The surrounding area was very quiet, only the bonfire surrounding it was burning and making popping noises.
Of the four elders of the Hanxue family, only two of them sat cross-legged not far away, and there were only more than one hundred monks around them, one by one meditating with exhaustion.
Most of these people were members of the Hanxue family. As for the Motu monks, there were only a few dozen people. Meng Hao remembered the look at the earth before he fell into a coma, and he saw more than 300 people right.
The other two elders of the Hanxue family were looking at the formation intently, whispering something to each other, their expressions were a little anxious, and they looked towards the sky from time to time.
As soon as Meng Hao awakened, the four Yuan Ying elders there suddenly raised their heads and looked at Meng Hao together. Their actions immediately attracted the attention of other monks around, as everyone opened their eyes. When all eyes fell on Meng Hao, the owner of the beautiful back, Han Xueshan, also woke up from the meditation. When he turned around, he saw Meng Hao's eyes.
In Han Xueshan's eyes, there was a touch of surprise, which was even more strange. It was the gaze of the girl Huaichun, which was a kind of worship for the strong.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, and when he sat up slowly, Han Xueshan walked over quickly and held Meng Hao’s arm. He couldn't bear to refuse the action.
He could see the haggardness in Han Xueshan's expression. This haggardness included the destruction of the city, the decline of the family, the confusion about the future, the helplessness in life, and the worries about himself.
Otherwise, it is impossible for Meng Hao to wake up at the moment, only this worry will disappear, while the others are still there.
"Thank you, Master Meng, for this kindness to the Hanxue family, and I will never forget it from generation to generation!" The elder stood up, walked in front of Meng Hao, took a deep look at Meng Hao, and bowed his fist.
By his side, the second elder, the old woman, and the fourth elder, all of whom were injured, all clasped their fists and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.
Not only them, but all the monks here, at this moment, all got up and bowed to Meng Hao.
The scenes before Meng Hao went into a coma were deeply imprinted in their hearts. Without Meng Hao, they would have died. Without Meng Hao, this place had long become a sea of blood.
Meng Hao saved the Han Xue family and all their monks by himself.
This worship, their sincere worship!
Meng Hao nodded slightly. He didn't say anything. He should accept the worship of these people. Too much words seemed pretentious. At this moment, when his eyes swept over everyone, Meng Hao slowly spoke.
"How many days have I been in a coma?"
"You were in a coma for seven days." It was not these monks here that answered Meng Hao, but a vicissitudes of life from behind him. The monks around him looked more respectful at the moment the voice came.
Meng Hao's heart was shocked. When he turned around, he saw an old man coming from the ruins behind him with more than a dozen Hanxue tribesmen. Gao, but he just walked around, like setting off a storm, turning around.
"Senior..." Meng Hao recognized at a glance. This person was the sixth generation ancestor of the Hanxue family, the cultivator Han Xuebao. He was shocked. The appearance of the opponent made Meng Hao a little surprised. According to the truth, he should have fallen. That's right.
"I dismissed my gong, no longer forced a breakthrough, no longer maintained the slashing spirit, when you absorbed the inheritance, I sucked away the vitality in the thorns, in exchange for ten years of life.
Ten years later, I will fall. "The old man spoke lightly, seeming to see Meng Hao's doubts, and walked to Meng Hao's side. The Hanxue family members, including the four elders, looked sad and respectful.
"You are fine." Han Xuebao sat in front of Meng Hao, staring at Meng Hao with a kind smile on his old face.
"Those who can absorb all the six generations of our clan's inheritance, look at the southern sky, maybe you are the only one in the realm of pill formation."
Meng Hao was grateful, and he also understood at this moment that the other party did not intend to take home. The previous good fortune was indeed a great opportunity.
When he was about to speak, Han Xuebao shook his head, interrupted Meng Hao's words, looked at Meng Hao seriously, and spoke slowly.
"Join my Hanxue family, and the old man is the master, and promises you Xueshan as a Taoist companion."
Meng Hao was taken aback, and Han Xueshan's beautiful pretty face blushed instantly, and she lowered her head, full of shyness.
"She is just one of your Taoist companions. Don't worry, the old man will not interfere with your emotional life. If you become a member of my Hanxue family, you are the ancestor of this generation!" Han Xuebao said in a deep voice, with seriousness in his eyes.
"I won't let you join in vain, the old man will give you three good luck!"
"Although the old man has lost his gong, he is no longer a spirit slasher, but he still has his feelings. With me helping you, within five hundred years, I am 80% sure that you can step into the spirit slashing! This is the number one that the old man will give you. Good luck!"
"I have the line of Hanxue. I have the secret method of the Great Dragon, which surpasses the method you obtained before, and also teaches it to you. From then on, all the beasts under the world will be dormant in front of you. This is the second good fortune!"
"Three, the Hanxue family is now lonely, but the Taoist rhyme is still there. I cannot stay here now. I will go to the Southern Region later. The old man and the Southern Region Ziyun Sect Master Pill Ghost had their old age. They moved the family and merged into the Ziyun Sect. Yifeng.
You follow the old man from Motu to the Southern Territory. With the old man’s affection, you will surely be able to exchange for Master Alchemy’s cultivation with all your strength. I heard that your Alchemy Dao is good, and the old man speaks, the Alchemy Daoist will still give some face. Accept you as a disciple. "
The voice of the cold snow storm echoed and fell into Meng Hao’s ears. Meng Hao was silent, but smiled bitterly in his heart. The conditions given by the other party were not attractive except for inspiration and enlightenment. No matter how strong the secret method of Silong was, it would It’s not as good as the three secret arts that Meng Hao now masters, and for Meng Hao, the last disciple of Master Pill Ghost, it’s not a question of attractiveness. The ghost master is regarded as his own master.
The three deductions back then worshiped the teacher's grace, and that one worship was a lifetime.