no thoughts [cultivation]

By the time Meng Yi had changed his clothes and left the bedroom, Tong Heng had already prepared breakfast, and neatly placed the delicious meals on the small stone table in the courtyard.

The two sat down to eat together.

There were only the two of them in Jiuqu Peak, and Meng Yi didn't care about the distinction between master and servant, and always ate with Tong Heng.

Meng Yi's appetite for food is light, and he has no other preferences except for the spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables grown by himself. Tong Heng devoted himself to matching him with spiritual vegetables and spiritual animal meat that are beneficial to the body, cooked them carefully, and preserved them. The essence of it.

The breakfast of the day was porridge stewed with lingmi, lotus seeds, and red dates grown by themselves, and served with light side dishes fried with fresh ling vegetables.The reason why red dates are used to stew porridge is because Tong Heng found that his husband's face was less bloody than before after he left and returned with Wang Zhenren yesterday, so he should make up more.

When the two ate together, Tong Heng never cared about eating by himself, but kept adding food to Meng Yi.

The two of them were halfway through their meal, when the restraint on Jiuqu Peak was suddenly touched—it was because someone came to see them.

Tong Heng immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand: "Sir, I'll go and have a look."

Meng Yi nodded and ate slowly.

Not long after, Tong Heng came back and said to Meng Yi: "Sir, there is someone outside asking to see you, it is the monk who sent you back yesterday."

yesterday?

Meng Yi thought for a while, then said indifferently: "Let him in."

Tong Heng took the order to leave, and when he came back, he was followed by Su Ge who was as cold as ice.

Su Ge originally thought that this servant would lead him into the Jiuqu Palace, but he didn't expect to lead him halfway up the mountain.

Su Ge looked forward and saw Meng Yi sitting at a stone table not far away, eating breakfast calmly.He was eating porridge and side dishes with a graceful demeanor, even when he saw him coming, he didn't raise his head, his expression was lazy and calm, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Living in a shabby room, the rich are exiled to immortals.

At that moment, this sentence suddenly appeared in Su Ge's mind.

Seeing Meng Yi turning a blind eye to him, Su Ge was eating his food leisurely, and the servants at the side also went over to add food for him, so he couldn't help but said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but Junior Brother Meng has the habit of eating breakfast. "

A monk can go without food for a day without feeling hungry after introducing qi into the body, and can completely indica after entering the foundation building stage, without having to deliberately eat meals.There are many disciples and servants in the qi refining period in the sect, which is why the sect grows spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables.However, people like Su Ge established their foundation hundreds of years ago, and since then they have become more unconstrained and devoted themselves to seeking the Tao. Now they can hardly remember when the last meal was.

Hearing this, Meng Yi said in a low voice, "I'm a mortal, and I can't compare myself to those who can't cultivate, but I can't eat for a hundred days."

He spoke in a calm tone without emotional fluctuations, but this sentence "I am a mortal" and "I am no better than a cultivator" suddenly touched a certain place in Su Ge's heart.But after a while, the almost invisible touch was suppressed by Su Ge, of course he knew that Meng Yi could not practice, and he also knew that he would no longer be as good as before.

Because the Nascent Soul of the person in front of him was gouged out by him and the other two together.

It was they who ruined his magnanimity.

But Su Ge will not regret it. If a cultivator wants to achieve the Dao, he must always look forward and get rid of all distracting thoughts.Otherwise, on the road to becoming a fairy, you will inevitably be bound by too many things, mess up your mind, and eventually become a demon.

Therefore, Su Ge never does things that he regrets.

On the other side, Meng Yi finally finished his meal unhurriedly. He took the square towel handed over by Tong Heng and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth and white knuckles. Then he looked at Su Ge for the first time: "Cultivator, come! What's the use of this?"

Meng Yi's attitude is completely different from that of 50 years ago, and Su Ge has already experienced it the day before, but now he hears him calling himself a "cultivator" strangely and distantly, and there is still a sense of disharmony in his heart.It was as if something lost its balance invisibly and left its original position.

Fortunately, Su Ge has always been indifferent, without any change on his face: "Master ordered me to pick you up to Danyan Peak, and I will pick you up for the next few days."

Meng Yiwen said: "Fairy Wei Luo is bothering you."

After speaking, he walked out the door.

Seeing this, Su Ge walked up to him in a few steps, and put his arms around his waist: "Since Junior Brother Meng is weak, it's better for Senior Brother to do the walking for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rose into the air with Meng Yi half in his arms. Meng Yi had an inscription on his body, and the two of them successfully passed the restriction.Su Ge hugged Meng Yiqing's soft waist, stepped on his spiritual weapon, the flying sword, and Ling Feng disappeared into the sky.

Tong Heng, who had been watching Meng Yi from behind, frowned when Meng Yi was picked up.At this moment, looking at the unreachable backs of the two of them flying away in the air, he clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves.

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Today, Lingrui still couldn't wake up.

The first time was raw and the second time was cooked. After Meng Yi fed her to drink the blood, he immediately powdered the pill and sprinkled it on his wound, and then swallowed the blood-returning pill.After the wound healed and his face was no longer pale and terrifying, he removed the shield and went out the door.

Su Ge was on guard outside under the order of Fairy Wei Luo.

Ying Shuangping also said that he would come to visit his fellow senior sister Lingrui, but was ordered to stop by Fairy Wei Luo, so she had to give up.Naturally, Ying Shuangping would not complain about Fairy Wei Luo to Su Ge, he was self-aware, and it was clear at a glance who kissed whom.

Seeing Meng Yi coming out, Su Ge subconsciously looked at his pale and pretty face.

Meng Yi looked at him with bright eyes, cold and distant: "Let's go."

Meng Yi's indifference made Su Ge discover that they were only meeting for the second time after their reunion, but the strange ripples in his heart became bigger and bigger.

After sending Meng Yi to Jiuqu Peak, the two turned around and went back without saying a word.

Tong Heng was still waiting for Meng Yi's return at the foot of the mountain. When he saw Meng Yi, he immediately greeted him: "Sir, are you okay?"

Meng Yi nodded: "Nothing."

Tong Heng hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, knowing that he shouldn't ask so many questions, but still couldn't help but said: "In the past, sir, he must have been an omnipotent god-like figure with a beautiful scenery and a bright moon."

Meng Yi heard the words, looked at him with tired and indifferent eyes on weekdays, paused for a moment, then smiled with frowned eyebrows: "I didn't know before that you are so good at talking."

He was born to be good-looking, and he was more eye-catching than most monks in the cultivation world. At this moment, he suddenly smiled so brightly, and his brows and eyes were filled with traces of glamorous charm. Jiaotong Heng stared blankly.

Tong Heng tried his best to suppress the infatuation in his eyes: "Sir, you are joking, Tong Heng is stupid and can't speak, as long as your husband is happy."

Meng Yi suppressed his smile, and there was still a soft arc between his lips: "What else do you want to know?"

"Sir..." Tong Heng hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Sir, why do you stay on the Jiuqu Peak instead of staying in the Jiuqu Hall?"

He originally wanted to ask Mr. what exactly he had experienced, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was inappropriate.The husband must have undergone a lot of training to become what he is now. If he asked directly, it would definitely bring out a sore in his heart, so he changed his mouth in time.

"It's nothing," Meng Yi said in a low voice, "It's nothing more than the fact that in the Jiuqu Palace, the dear friends, mentors and people who admired them jointly took out the Nascent Soul and gouged out the heart."

That day in the Jiuqu Hall, surrounded by those closest to him, he cut out his heart with one sword, and took out the Nascent Soul with the other, and the hot and scorching blood flowed all over the hall.He was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were half closed in the severe pain, his vision was blurred by the pain and blood, seeing the figures of those people leaving one after another, he felt cold to the bottom of his heart.

When the pain was extreme, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long after that, he woke up between life and death, and his life was hung in sympathy and alms. He lost the immortal journey that was admired by others, and also lost a delicate and beating heart.

Since then, the realm of comprehension has been boundless and vast, and there is nowhere to go.

The author has something to say:

Stupid author: When writing this chapter, my mother's heart is trembling orz

Xiao Yi'er: No way, hold on, we can win.