Two months later, on this day, the deep mountain where Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged to the cave house suddenly heard a roar that shook the surrounding area. In this roar, the wild beasts scattered all around the mountain. The cut dashi directly collapsed and exploded.
Meng Hao's figure walked out of the cave in the scattered rocks. He had a long hair shawl and a scribe gown. His eyes were gleaming like electricity. An unspeakable temperament permeated him, as if there was still a fragrance faintly diffused. open.
With joy on his face, he stood outside the cave at the moment, closed his eyes and laughed after a long while, the laughter echoed around him, and the startled beasts ran away again.
"Eighth Condensation Qi!" Meng Hao clenched his fists, the brilliant light in his eyes gleamed, and if it were at night, it would definitely look brighter.
For more than two months, he has always been here in retreat. The initial tension and crisis slowly dissipated with the passage of time. He slowly cultivated with more than 10,000 spiritual stones and a large number of pills, Meng Hao A long retreat began.
He doesn't want to keep himself in a 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, just to be a strong man!" Standing outside the cave, Meng Hao took a deep breath of the mountain, with firmness in his eyes.
Although he is a scholar, and even though he is studying Confucianism, three years are enough to change some of his inner life. After experiencing a series of things, Meng Hao at this moment is no longer the state of mind of the year, but the attachment in his character. Gradually Revealed.
This perseverance is embodied in his persistence after failing the ranking, embodied in his struggle within the patron sect, embodied in his resistance when facing Wang Tengfei, and at this moment, embodied in his expectations for the future.
People want to become strong, as if they want to be rich and rich. This is a dream. There is no reason. If you really say yes, it is because you are afraid of being poor. It is the human nature that Meng Hao understands.
"Life burns endlessly, calling it prosperous, like life's self-improvement, unwilling to bow." Meng Hao raised his head. He thought of the self-respect of Zhao Guoqiang outside the patrons, and thought of the indifference of a person who would raise his hand to kill himself. Thinking of the eyes of the middle-aged protector next to Wang Tengfei.
"My father and mother have disappeared since I was a child. If I had no self-improvement and persistence, and I would not live now, I would have abandoned myself a long time ago, relying on the mountain sect. If I had no intention of self-improvement, I could not become an inner disciple, self-improvement, persistence, this is mine. The road to the future." Meng Hao exhaled a long breath, raised his right hand and flicked his sleeve, and immediately a black light flew out and turned into a black nail. As soon as the nail appeared, the black light was bright, and it went straight to the distance. The mountains and rocks are gone.
With a bang, the rock that was more than two feet high collapsed and fell apart, and on the broken rocks, a large amount of black ice appeared. When it fell, even the ground gave off cold air.
Meng Hao's expression was satisfied. With a move with his right hand, the black nail flew directly back. Meng Hao's palm flicked, and with another flick, suddenly the colorful light dazzled, and the sixteen feathered fans flew out and followed Meng as they circled around. Hao pointed his right hand, and immediately the fan spread out with a bang.
The sixteen rays of light were scattered and revolving. They were sixteen feathers. They were like flying swords in the air, bringing forth fierceness. Following Meng Hao's right hand, these sixteen feathers went straight to Meng Hao. The body quickly surrounds and is airtight, and can be formed into various forms with his spiritual power.
After a while, these sixteen feathers turned into a treasure fan again and fell into Meng Hao's hands.
"Unfortunately, the spirit stone is still not enough. The bronze mirror consumes too much spirit stone. It takes one hundred spirit stones to copy an earth spirit pill. Only one spirit stone can be copied. The price is too high..." Meng Hao frowned when he thought of the spirit stone. There are very few left over ten thousand spirit stones, and he can break through the seventh layer of Qi condensing within two months. On the eighth floor, Meng Hao swallowed more than 80 Earth Spirit Pills. He had to swallow two pills almost every day before he entered the eighth floor of Qi Condensation.
"The further you practice, the more spiritual power you need." Meng Hao murmured and glanced at the storage bag. There were five Heavenly Spirit Pills inside at the moment, but he had swallowed one before and found out If you want to reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation, you need at least about one hundred and fifty grains.
"In addition to the need for more spiritual power, is it also related to the fact that I swallowed too much pill, which made my body begin to reject the pill?" Meng Hao hesitated for a while, unable to be sure, but according to his calculations , If there is no Tian Ling Pill, the number of other pill will be more.
"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, but my aptitude is unusual and I need more time..." Meng Hao suddenly sighed when he thought of this. I feel more and more that my storage bag is dry.
There are three large spiritual stones of that kind in his storage bag, but Meng Hao dared not use them. As he practiced longer, he felt that his copy of the wooden sword was too reckless, this large spiritual stone. It is definitely not a time to wait, otherwise it is impossible to copy Zhan Jade Blood Crystal.
"Without a last resort, this big spiritual stone must not be used, maybe it will be of better use in the future." Meng Hao made up his mind. At this moment, his body turned into a long rainbow.
Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and the spirit within his body moved, and the light of the treasure fan under his feet dissipated, and it became unsurprisingly. Only then did Meng Hao feel relieved and whizzed away.
"A few months have passed, the disciples of Zi Yunzong should be gone." Meng Hao was cautious all the way, pondering to himself, until he left this deep mountain and looked far away, Meng Hao remembered this direction, he should be quick Close to the capital of Zhao Kingdom.
It used to be the place he dreamed of being second only to the Great Tang of East China. Looking back at this moment, Meng Hao's heart was filled with emotion. After three years of imperial examinations and three years of failure, Meng Hao is not qualified to come to this city for the final test, but now In another three years, he is no longer a scholar of the year and has become a monk.
When he was approaching the capital of Zhao State, Meng Hao stopped sliding from time to time. Instead, he walked on the official road, his long hair tied up, and a scribe robe made him look as if he was still like a scholar, who was short in the past, and now he is taller. Quite a few, the body's practice in the past few years has become more slender, although the skin is still a bit dark, but it looks very energetic, with a pervasive temperament.
It was in a trance at this moment. In the season of March, for Zhao Guo, snowflakes would occasionally fall. At this moment, as Meng Hao walked away, unknowingly, in the sky covered by dusk, the snowflakes gradually fell.
Soon it was sprinkled on the ground, and it looked like the whole ground was covered with a white coat.
The snow fell on Meng Hao's hair. It didn't melt, but floated there. As the wind blew, it might leave.
The surrounding area is not quiet. The closer you are to the capital of Zhao State, the more horse-drawn carriages will appear. At this moment, behind Meng Hao, there is a horse-drawn carriage, which is speeding fast, as if you might miss the time when the gates were closed.
When passing by Meng Hao, snowflakes were raised, and the curtain of the carriage was also blown away by the wind, revealing a scholar inside.
Meng Hao glanced at the scholar with a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to reflect the appearance of reading a few years ago. He was obviously only twenty years old. But at this moment, Meng Hao felt that his heart seemed to be older. .
While sighing lightly, the carriage stopped in front, the curtain was lifted, and the scholar inside seemed to look back. When Meng Hao approached, the scholar stepped off the carriage and bowed to Meng Hao with a fist. .
"Xiongtai also went to the imperial examination in the capital of Zhao State?"
"In the early years, I had a dream of holding high in studying, but now it's gone. I just want to take a look at the Tang Mansion." Meng Hao hurriedly returned the gift.
"It's a pity that Xiongtai is very handsome and thinks that he might be the same year, why should Xiongtai give up his official career?" The scholar seemed to be about the same age as Meng Hao, and he spoke with regret at the moment.
Meng Hao shook his head and said nothing.
"Fine, the snow is anxious, and the road is not easy to follow. If it is too late, I am afraid that I will not be able to enter the city. Xiongtai might as well be with you, or there may be time to enter the city." The scholar also looked at the scholar Meng Hao and invited with a smile.
Meng Hao looked at the sky, looked at the scholar again, thanked him with his fists, and got into the carriage with him.
There was a copper stove in the carriage, which burned fire inside, dispelling the cold outside, and you can also see that the scholar's family is rich, and there are old men driving outside, all of which can be seen in many details.
Especially the old man, even though he lowered his head with a hat, his hands had big joints, and he knew some effort at first glance.
"Xiaosheng Zheng Yong, you don't need to be cautious in Xiongtai. You and I are both scholars and should help each other out." Zheng Yong warmed his hands and smiled.
"Under Meng Hao, thank you Brother Zheng." Meng Hao smiled, and his gaze fell on the scroll beside Zheng Yong. It was written with the words "Book of Rites". It was antique, and it was not a rubbed copy, but an ancient book. .
"Surname Meng?" Zheng Yong immediately looked straight, and he was inconvenient in the carriage, but he also clasped his fists and bowed.
"It turned out to be Liren. Zheng was rude in the car. I hope Brother Meng will forgive me."
"Brother Zheng doesn't have to be like this, his surname is just that. He has repeatedly failed the rankings and is so ashamed that he should not be worshipped." Meng Hao clasped his fists in return, and the two sat down again.
"Brother Meng's words are wrong. This surname is coming for good luck. It is passed down to the ancient times. Even if it is not an imperial examination, as long as the heart is benevolent and courteous, it is the life of a great Confucian." Zheng Yong said solemnly.
"Brother Zheng, what is Confucianism?" Meng Hao was silent, then looked up at the scholar in front of him and said calmly.
"Rite and music, benevolence, loyalty, forgiveness, and moderation are all Confucianism." Zheng Yong said without thinking.
Meng Hao didn't speak, watching the snowflakes floating in when the curtain outside the window was lifted, a faint voice came out for a long time.
"What is life again?" Meng Hao asked.
"Life?" Zheng Yong was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and didn't speak immediately.
The cabin was quiet, only the sound of the wind and snow outside sobbed, Meng Hao raised his right hand and stretched out the curtain, and gradually snowflakes fell in his hands.
"This snow can only appear in winter. It can only live in the cold wind, so this midwinter is its life." Meng Hao said softly, and when he took it back with his right hand, he approached the copper furnace with snowflakes. You could see the snowflakes. It melted quickly and became water, flowing in Meng Hao's palm prints.
"Snow can only live in winter, close to fire, and it will die. This is also its life. No matter how longing for summer, it... can only go away. Snow became water in my palm, because it's not here. The world..." Meng Hao lifted his right hand and waved the water droplets out of the carriage. Suddenly the water droplets were outside. In the world that the scholar could not see, they became snow again and drifted away.
Zheng Yong was there, with a dazed expression, until the carriage entered the city gate, Meng Hao's voice came out faintly.
"Thank you, Brother Zheng, for being with you all the way, Mengmou bid farewell." Meng Hao clasped his fists and bowed, got up and got out of the carriage, stepped on the falling snow, and gradually walked into the street.
"Longing for summer, but can only survive in the snow in winter, and can only go away silently... Is this the life of Xue." Zheng Yong looked at the back of Meng Hao in the distance, muttered, got out of the carriage for a long time, and turned towards Meng. In the direction Hao left, he held 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. He will never forget the scene of today, and he will not forget the famous Zhao Guo's many years later. When he was a great scholar, he would sometimes be in the winter wind and snow, raising his hand, watching the snow in his palm slowly turning into water, silently thinking of the scholar named Meng Hao on the snowy night a few years ago.