In Meng Yu's eyes, the scene of the Taoist fighting Zilong in front of him is probably nothing more than a fairy in the legend.
Soaring through the void, soaring above the sky, and soaring through the void, Meng Yu thought of the sentences he heard from his roommate on the earth before, he used to always scoff at them, because at that time he was still frowning and racking his brains about what to eat next, For him, these things are unrealistic and impossible to achieve.
But now it seems that such a character actually exists.
At this moment, the figure standing proudly in the clouds turned his head and stared straight at Meng Yu. It was a strange feeling, but Meng Yu knew that the other party was looking at him, not like the Zilong before. Treat him like air.
"Finally someone came to my world again!"
The man spoke slowly, with vicissitudes, excitement, and regret in his tone...
In Meng Yu's eyes, the purple dragon had already run away in despair. The strange thing is that the man didn't catch up, but just put his hands behind his back, stepped on a small sword, and let the other Six small swords surround the body.
The outsider in Meng Yu's heart probably can only look like this. With his poor imagination and his bumpkin-like vision, if he hadn't met this person in front of him, he probably wouldn't even have this look. I can't even imagine it.
Although he was staring at Meng Yu, Meng Yu felt that, except for the first glance, the man's pupils were loose after that, as if he had lost focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Don't be surprised, now you are in my memory, but the real me actually died hundreds of years ago."
I don't know how long it took, but the man seemed to wake up from his own world, and looked at Meng Yu with a smile on the corner of his mouth. That kind of smile made Meng Yu feel that it should appear on an old man in his seventies or eighties.
However, the man in front of him is only forty or fifty years old!
"Forty or fifty years old?"
The middle-aged man chuckled, not mocking, but self-deprecating.
"Actually, I don't know how old I am, but four or five hundred years old, there should be some."
The middle-aged man seemed to be able to see through the thoughts in Meng Yu's mind, so Meng Yu was a little horrified and awed, and he realized that he seemed to be just meat on the cutting board of the other party at this time. Isn't it too inappropriate to think about it now
"I don't have much time. I don't have time to answer your doubts one by one. Next, let me tell you, just listen."
The middle-aged man said to Meng Yu in an unquestionable tone, poor Meng Yu, besides shutting up at this moment, he really can't think of any better way.
"Hundreds of years ago, I explored a ruin with my Taoist companion. I didn't expect to encounter an accident on the way and came to this world inexplicably. We who like adventures are of course cheering. However, the injuries we suffered in the ruins are It’s too heavy, even the consciousness can’t be released, and it doesn’t allow us to explore this unknown world at all.”
"All I know about this world is limited to that little guy surnamed Liu. He is an interesting little guy. Unfortunately, his aptitude is a bit poor, otherwise he wouldn't have died so early. There is no one to chat with our old man!"
The middle-aged man seems to be talking to himself, and he seems not to want his life to end like this. At least, before he dies, he must let someone know his deeds. I'm really sorry.
"However, that kid's descendants are not as good as the next generation. I didn't expect that the one who came in this time was not from the Liu family. I am afraid that the Liu family has already been destroyed by you."
"Don't worry, even if you destroy the Liu family, I won't be so bored as to avenge them. To me, that boy Liu San is still half a friend. As for his descendants, it has nothing to do with me."
The indifference revealed in the middle-aged man's bones made Meng Yu feel that the four or five hundred years he said before was probably not a joke.
"Your talent is good, and your fortune is also wonderful. To be my apprentice is not to bury my inheritance. If it weren't for having no choice, I would not be willing."
The middle-aged man sighed with some regret, and Meng Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Being an apprentice? The worst result, shouldn't be eaten as a bun with a human head?"
The middle-aged man looked at Meng Yu and smiled jokingly. At this moment, Meng Yu remembered the miraculous ability of this middle-aged man, and panicked again in his heart.
However, the middle-aged man didn't seem to want to argue with Meng Yu, but continued to say: "We are all the same, we are not from this world. In this regard, we are somewhat similar."
"The reason why I can still say this to you after being dead for so long is because my soul is still alive. As for what the soul is, you will understand after accepting my inheritance, but , in this world, it seems that the soul is called spiritual power, but their application of the soul is really pitifully primitive."
"Okay, I haven't talked to outsiders for a long time, and I accidentally said so much, my poor soul power is finally going to dissipate, and hundreds of years have already been worn out by me. , time, is really the cruelest power in this world, if possible, I really want to borrow another five hundred years from heaven... "
"Master, the old man often said that time is our greatest enemy. When you live and watch your enemies die one by one, the joy in your heart is incomparable. Master, the old man, is really powerful!"
The middle-aged man seemed to be still talking to himself, but Meng Yu couldn't hear it at this time, because a lot of things suddenly came out of his mind.
He has experienced such a scene once before, when he first came here and got the memory of Xiao Mengyu, but this time, it seems that the strong man did it on purpose, and compared to the last time he accepted Xiao Mengyu's scattered The difference in memory is that this time the memory is extremely organized. These memories are all about a practice and the application of this practice.
This middle-aged man actually directly passed all his memories of this exercise to Meng Yu.
The same thing as the last time, the amount of information this time is also not small. Meng Yu's small head was already loaded with a lot of things, and now so many outsiders came in, it was really chaotic, and it made him feel dizzy. , Nausea and retching, but no more pain.
"I can't even control my strength. It seems that my time is up!"
The middle-aged man looked at the bewildered Meng Yu, sighed, and immediately withdrew his outstretched fingers, carefully observing them in front of his eyes, as if there was a world at his fingertips, and he looked very carefully.
"Old man, it's time to go!"
At this moment, a female voice came over, of course it was the same female voice that appeared before, but this time, the toughness in the tone, like the setting sun in the west, gave people a gentle feeling, It's really rare.
"Come right away!"
With a tone like eating and drinking, the middle-aged man finally took his eyes back from his fingertips.
With such a tone, I am afraid that no one will think that this is a urging on the way to Huangquan.
Glancing at Meng Yu, the middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but in the end he simply left. It seemed that he didn't intend to leave his name behind.
At this time, Meng Yu also broke away from the dizzy state, but what was in his mind, he only had a half-knowledge at this time, and these things were just installed in his mind now. , As for how much effect it can play, it all depends on Meng Yu's own ability.
It's just that when Meng Yu opened his sober eyes again, there were no purple dragons, clouds, or tablet pools in front of him. What was there was just a dark cave. If it was normal, people wouldn't bother to take a look at such a cave.
It's just that the handwriting in his mind is simple and simple, but he can actually understand it. The book written "Taishang Sensitive Chapter" let him know that maybe, all this is really just a dream, but some things can be obtained in dreams. This is really a strange thing!
Who else dares to say that dreams are not real