no thoughts [cultivation]

In the afternoon of the next day, Meng Yi was the same as before, lying on a deck chair under a lush tree under the warm sun, half-covering his indifferent eyes, with a leisurely expression, as if he hadn't slept yet.

"Tong Heng." After a long time, the thin man lying on the deck chair under the tree lazily opened his eyes, and called out so softly.

Tong Heng, who had been meditating on the futon beside him, immediately stood up when he heard the words, walked three steps away from Meng Yi, bowed and replied, "Sir."

Meng Yi sat up, turned his head sideways, the sun shines through the lush branches, and casts mottled light and shadows on his pale to almost transparent cheeks. His slender eyelashes are hidden under his lower eyelids. A nice light inky half scalloped shade.

The whole person is so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

Tong Heng faces his husband every day, and to this day, he is still often amazed by him.

Meng Yi half-closed his indifferent eyes: "Today seems to be an excellent day."

Puzzled, Tong Heng clasped his hands and asked, "Sir?"

Meng Yi was not in a hurry to explain, but stood up slowly, picked up the wooden bucket filled with spiritual water, and wanted to walk down the mountain.

Seeing this, Tong Heng stepped forward two steps quickly, and took the wooden barrel in his hand: "Sir, it's good that Tong Heng comes."

"Nothing," Meng Yi looked up at him, "I want to walk around today."

Hearing this, Tong Heng still held the wooden bucket in his hands, and only took out the small wooden ladle floating in the bucket.

He put the wooden bucket under his feet, freed his hand, wiped the wooden scoop dry with his cuff, and handed it to Meng Yi: "Sir, just take this."

Then, he stood behind Meng Yi by himself, waiting for Meng Yi to move.

Meng Yi looked at him, and inadvertently there were sparks in his eyes, and he said quietly: "I have a heart." Then he walked down the mountain.

Tong Heng followed closely behind, carrying the barrel.

After walking for a while, the two came to the place where the spiritual field was planted.

Meng Yi slightly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and thin wrists. Seeing this, Tong Heng quickly moved the wooden bucket in his hand half an inch forward, keeping it at a proper height, so that Meng Yi could use the wooden ladle to scoop water.

Meng Yi scooped some water from the wooden bucket, and sprinkled it on the spiritual plants gracefully and beautifully.His movements of watering the Lingtian are slow and leisurely, seemingly inadvertent, but very rhythmic.

Meng Yi faced the Lingtian, and while watering Tian Zhong Lingzhi, he said to Tong Heng: "If I remember correctly, this month is the time of the Zongmen Grand Competition every ten years. The Zongmen Dabi is Hongyan The competition specially prepared by Zong for disciples in the sect, only disciples below the golden core stage can participate."

Speaking of this, he looked up at Tong Heng, and explained unhurriedly: "The top ten disciples at each stage can obtain rich resources and the right to enter the forbidden area of ​​​​the sect to practice. There are days in the forbidden area. There are countless treasures and opportunities, and the disciples who are lucky enough to get the opportunity can get as much as possible, whether they die or live, it all depends on their own fate."

Tong Heng held up the bucket following Meng Yi's watering action, and nodded from time to time as he listened to his speech.

Meng Yi said again: "If you are interested, you can go and watch them compete, it will be good for your cultivation."

Tong Heng nodded: "I listen to Mr.

"Well," Meng Yi took the ladle back with a tired expression, "I'm a little tired."

Hearing this, Tong Heng naturally took the ladle from Meng Yi's hand, put it in the wooden bucket he was carrying, and said respectfully, "Sir, go back and rest."

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Hong Yanzong, Zongmen Dabi.

On the viewing platform, under the cover of the clouds, the four elders sit upright.

As the largest sect in the Eastern Continent, the Hongyan Sect has a suzerain, four elders, and twelve peak masters guarding it.

The suzerain is a great power in the late stage of the tribulation. It is rumored that he is only one step away from entering the ascension stage, and then waits for the call of the upper world, and then ascends to the immortal.It should be noted that in this Eastern Land, there have been no great powers in the Ascension Stage for ten thousand years, and there are very few monks who have even crossed the Tribulation Stage. Throne of doors.

The realm of the other four elders is far from that of the suzerain.

One of them is a powerful person who has just entered the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and the remaining three are all in the Mahayana stage. Among them, two are powerful in the middle stage of Mahayana, and one is a powerful person in the early stage of Mahayana.Even so, these four people are comparable to the strongest of the second-rate sects in the Eastern Continent, and they can establish a sect on their own, and their strength should not be underestimated.

There are countless peaks in the Hongyan Sect, and the big peaks are all cultivators in the stage of transforming spirits.At that time, there will be a competition within the sect, and the strongest twelve peaks will be called the twelve peaks within the sect. They can enjoy more resources and exercise many rights, and their owners will be one of the twelve peak masters.

On the cloud, Fairy Wei Luo, the only female among the four great elders, asked the other three: "Is the suzerain still in retreat?"

Sanyuan Da Neng nodded: "According to the time, it has been forty and five years."

Cultivation has no time.

It is not uncommon for monks to retreat for ten years or even a hundred years. It is just that the suzerain used to notify the four elders in advance before retreating, but now he has not notified anyone and suddenly retreated for 45 years. care.

"What about the sect master's direct disciples, is there anyone who knows the reason why the sect master retreated?" asked another elder Mu Xi Da Neng.

Xianlong Da Neng stroked his long pale beard when he heard the words, sighed and said, "Lingrui went out for training 50 years ago and has not returned yet. Ying Shuangping, the most beloved disciple of the suzerain, is now In the late stage of foundation establishment, I intend to participate in this year's sect grand competition. I summoned him earlier, and he also said that I don't know why the suzerain suddenly retreated. As for Meng... that's fine, that's all."

"That junior Ying Shuangping is so favored by the suzerain, and I don't know why the suzerain retreated?" Fairy Wei Luo raised her slender eyebrows, "I think the suzerain used to send that Meng..."

"Wiluo!" Sanyuan scolded her, "Speak carefully."

Fairy Wei Luo ranks second among the four elders, and she never cares about what it means to be "cautious in words and deeds". Only the great power of dispersing sources in the early stage of crossing the tribulation and the suzerain who retreated can control her.

Fairy Wei Luo was stopped by Sanyuan, she waved her bare hand lightly, took out a fan made of black ice iron from the storage ring, slapped it softly, and said with a charming smile: "The suzerain has been in seclusion for a long time without saying a word. , I don't know the reason, so we dare not retreat together, lest there is no one in the sect to take charge of the overall situation, why don't you let me talk about it?"

Sanyuan, as the most powerful of the four elders, possessed some majesty. He said sharply: "The suzerain has his own considerations, we can just wait. Besides, the suzerain just shut you down without notifying you in advance." It’s just passing the test, why should you and I make such a fuss, could it be that our four elders of the Hongyan Sect can’t even lift the table when the suzerain is not here?”

Fairy Wei Luo closed her fan and tapped on the table in front of her, her attitude still casual: "I didn't mean that."

Mu Xi Da Neng shook his head: "Okay, the Zongmen Grand Competition is about to start. After all, it is a major event in my Zongmen, and it is related to the qualifications of the Zongmen's juniors. The two of you put your private affairs aside first, and you and I should watch the big competition carefully." Than is."

Because Fairy Wei Luo is under Sanyuan Da Neng, she has always been at odds with him and is always willing to speak against him. Mu Xi Da Neng has the best temper and always comes out to act as a peacemaker. He watched silently from the side.

Fairy Wei Luo put away her fan and said with a smile, "We've been talking about official business."

After she finished speaking, the tabletop struck by her fan was covered with a layer of cold frost.

Even so, no one provoked the incident again.

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Tong Heng rarely leaves Jiuqu Peak.

Meng Yi likes to be quiet, and more and more tired and lazy, unwilling to go out, and Tong Heng always wants to stay with him every step of the way, so except for going out to exchange resources, he rarely leaves Jiuqu Peak.

The distance from Jiuqu Peak to the vicinity of the main peak is extremely long. Considering that Meng Yi has no spiritual power at all, the steward had prepared an ordinary Liuyan horse for Jiuqu Peak many years ago.Although this kind of horse is the lowest level of first-level monsters, even Liuyan Mawang can at most grow into a second-level monster, which is equivalent to five or six levels of Qi training, but it is better than fast feet, long life, and docile temperament.

If it weren't for this Zongmen Grand Competition, Meng Yi would have almost forgotten the existence of this Liuyan horse, and has been raising it casually at the foot of Jiuqu Peak.

Tong Heng only has the fifth level of qi training, and it is still difficult to fly with qi control. This time, when he went to the Zongmen Dabi, Meng Yi asked him to ride the Liuyan horse that had been raised for a long time under the Jiuqu Peak, so he could go back quickly. .

Tong Heng has no objection.

The master asked him to watch the Zongmen Grand Competition. Although he had no intention of it, he rushed to the peak of the inner sect Grand Competition.

Sure enough, it was a grand competition held once every ten years, and the scene was very grand.

The stands near the arena were full of practitioners, some of them qualified for the competition, and some wanted to take this opportunity to watch other people's fights to gain inspiration and break through themselves.

The competition above foundation establishment is in Tongheng realm, and it is still impossible to watch.There is a big difference between Qi training and foundation building, even if he watched it, he couldn't see clearly how he made moves and how to parry before the stage.Therefore, he quickly found the stand of the competition in the Qi refining period, found an empty place to sit down, and looked up at the ring.

It is inevitable that there will be casualties in the competition between cultivators.

This was Tong Heng's first time seeing so many swords, swords, swords and shadows competing for killing, but he didn't think it was scary, but tried his best to observe the moves and think of it as his own use.

He has a good understanding, but he lost in his talent.

When the twilight was slightly yellow, Tong Heng drove the beast back, and when he arrived at Jiuqu Peak, it was dusk.

Meng Yi lay down on the rocking chair under the tree and fell asleep again. He was sleeping quietly, with his arms around his chest, as if he was guarded.While his chest was rising and falling, his breathing was almost non-existent. If it weren't for the occasional slight trembling of his slender eyelashes, it would only make people think that this is a beautiful body that has lost its soul.

Meng Yi was lazy and lethargic, always fell asleep suddenly while doing something, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he fell asleep, as if he had died.

Sometimes he would even fall asleep standing up and fall to the ground without waking up.

I still remember that when Tong Heng first came to Jiuqu Peak, he was startled by his husband suddenly falling to the ground, and later he realized that his husband was just asleep.

Not long after that, Tong Heng figured out the pattern of Meng Yi's daily lethargy.He set up a reclining chair under the tree in the courtyard, and when he was free, he followed Meng Yi all the time, and when he squinted lazily, he immediately took a step forward to let him lean on him to avoid falling to the ground.For this reason, he has been working hard to exercise his body so that he can be strong and tall so that his husband can lean on him comfortably.

Later, Meng Yi never fell to the ground after falling asleep suddenly.

Tong Heng approached Meng Yi, bowed and called softly——

"gentlemen?"

"gentlemen?"

Seeing that the husband didn't respond, Tong Heng gently picked him up skillfully, wrapped him in his arms, and walked into the wooden house carefully.