Archean Eon Art

Every stroke of this picture is integrated with feelings and memories. Looking at this picture, it seems that I have seen all the beautiful experiences of the past with my wife.

This painting naturally asks Meng Chuan's heart, and has a great influence on the soul. The soul has always been shining with spiritual light, but it still stays on the sixth floor of the soul when the painting is finished.

"After painting, I am calm."

Sitting under the big tree, Meng Chuan waved his hand to put the scroll away, "I think I can calmly continue to practice."

Unlike King Zhenwu, King Zhenwu doubted his own path of cultivation, and Meng Chuan had no doubt about his own path of cultivation.

"Let me get drunk. After getting drunk, I will practice hard." Meng Chuan turned his hand and took out a jar of fire fruit wine, sitting under the big tree drinking wine.

The fire fruit wine entered the throat, like a flame burning in his chest, and his mind was a little hot.Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body without expelling alcohol. He likes to feel a little drunk.

With his physical body, it is the good wine of Yuanchu Mountain, and it is difficult to really make him drunk.

"July." Meng Chuan muttered to himself while sitting under the big tree, holding the wine jar and drinking, "In the past, I could talk to you when I encountered setbacks, and share with you if I had fun, there were breakthroughs in practice. You can show off in front of you, and you will accompany me when you are sad... But what about? In the next thousand years, who will I talk to?"

Meng Chuan raised his head and drank wine.

Cuckoo drinking.

Fire fruit wine is like a raging fire, burning his chest and drunk, but Meng Chuan's mind is getting more and more active, scenes and scenes of scenes and scenes of good memories appear in his mind.

"When we were together, those happy days, the days when we fought together, the days when we taught our children together..." Meng Chuan laughed at himself, "Now it only exists in memories."

"Can I only remember?"

"It's ridiculous."

Meng Chuan continued to drink, talking to himself while drinking.

The sky is getting dim.

After drinking one jar of wine, another jar of wine.

The drunkenness grew stronger.

"It is said that if the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future!" Meng Chuan whispered, "but all I want is to be together!"

"I'm talking nonsense again, it's impossible."

"It's impossible!"

Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine jar in his hand and drew out the Demon Slashing Knife on his waist.

Unwillingly use the sword technique at will, and use the sword technique to vent the grief and unwillingness in the heart.

After all, everything in the world cannot be as desired.

Some people give up on themselves, some people perish since then, and the strong will accept it and strive to change the future.

It's just that sometimes, no matter how powerful it is, it needs to vent.

...

The waning moon hung high, and the cold moonlight shone on the martial arts field of Meng Mansion in Jinghu Lake.

A figure in the martial arts practice field wantonly displays the sword technique.

"Flyers from the south to the north, Lao Chi is back in the cold and heat a few times." Meng Chuan used the sword technique, and also read aloud, his voice echoing in the dark night.

Once he and Qiyue were like those two flying passengers, and the world was roaming together, no matter how long.

"Having fun, parting hard, and even more idiots."

Too many memories.

Happy days, the pain of parting.

Idiot?

"You should have a word: With thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, who is the only shadow going to?" Meng Chuan continued to read, but the sword technique he used became more and more poignant, as if a lone geese-shaped single shadow was only flying in the evening snow between the mountains.

"Only to whom!"

When the knife was swung.

Wow.

Meng Chuan felt that the night sky was as beautiful as a painting, under the moonlight, one could see ray of light running through the void, everywhere.

Everything slowed down.

Moonlight slowed down, the wind seemed to stop, and everything slowed down.This slowness is close to'stationary', making everything in the world like'a painting'.Only the moonlight can be cast down faster, but Meng Chuan can clearly see the ray of light with his naked eyes, which is even more beautiful.

Even after swiping the knife, it disappeared from the field of vision. It was in the gap of time and space, just like when Guo Ke created the "Mind Knife", the strongest move was no longer visible, and the enemy hadn't noticed anything. , Has been recruited.

Meng Chuan's sword did not reach the realm of heaven and earth. It was only the first sword that truly succeeded in the extreme karma of "Endless Sword".

This knife.

Existing in the gap of time and space, it is difficult to find, difficult to stop, and you can't see this knife even after being killed.

This knife changed time even more.

Time almost stopped slowly, and the enemy was hit by the knife.

And only such a knife can hope to cut the emperor by crossing the ranks when the cave sky is complete.

"So this is the real endless sword." Meng Chuan whispered to himself.

Strong sentiment towards his wife, nostalgia, made Meng Chuan slap the knife.

This feeling is endless, and only then can there be that knife.

In the state of Meng Chuan's state of mind, the Lei Ting pulse's'light phase, yin and yang phase, and sub-wave phase' made this poignant cut that could break the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth.

in the Legends……

Pure speed can also change time when it breaks the rules of heaven and earth.

...

Meng Chuan still used the sword technique in the moonlight, and his attachment to his wife was all in the sword technique.

When his mind was exhausted, Meng Chuan stopped, lying under the big tree... fell asleep.

******

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, Dongtian Pavilion.

"These days, Meng Chuan went to Fengxueguan, then Jiangzhou City and other places to read information these days, and also returned to Yuanchu Mountain, and now he went to Dongning City." Li Guan frowned, "I can find out. The places he went were the places where he and Liu Qiyue once lived. Their husband and wife are childhood sweethearts. They have a deep relationship for a hundred years and I am worried that it will affect Meng Chuan's practice."

"Emotional shock, although it has an impact, but it will not cut off the path of cultivation." Luo Tang Xuying said, "My gods and demons in the early Yuanshan dynasties, some of my dear relatives died, the gods and demons may have a short-term impact, and generally can recover. King Zhenwu suspected the path of cultivation. Liu Qiyue fell asleep... Meng Chuan had no reason to doubt his path of cultivation."

"Give him some time." Qin Wu Xuying said, "Always get used to it. I think it will be fine after a few months."

"Ok."

Li Guanzheng nodded, "The pressure to guard the city is very high, and now there are six super large cities. There are now nine deities of good fortune in the world, and the mountains in the early Yuan Dynasty also need to be guarded by them. Two or three super large cities... It's hard to guard. And I, with only a few decades left before the end of my life, so I need Meng Chuan to grow up as soon as possible to carry this burden."

"It's a human being, and there are weak times." Qin Wu said, "I believe my apprentice, he will recover soon."

"Yeah." Li Guan and Luo Tang nodded slightly.

...

In the early Yuan Dynasty, the monks of the mountains were worried about Meng Chuan, but did not dare to bother.

Dongning City, on the martial arts training ground of Meng's Mansion in Jinghu Lake, Meng Chuan was still lying there asleep under the big tree.

In the morning, the morning sun is rising.

Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes when the sun was shining on his body, and looked at the red rising sun: "Dawn?"