After Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing returned home, they worked for a while, prepared a few dishes, and then ate them.
But I don't know why, when eating, Chu Zhiyuan always thinks of the person he met outside the town.
As a result, my mind often wanders while eating.
Chu Zhiyuan told Wang Jing about this matter, and Wang Jing couldn't help being speechless.
"Which of your tendons is wrong? Is there something wrong?" Wang Jing said:
"Although she is good-looking, uh, very good-looking, what do you, a grown man, always want to do with her?"
Let me tell you, that person just now was really amazing, even Wang Jing was shocked.
But after all, he was just a passerby. After the surprise at that time, he was slowly forgotten.
At most, when I think back to it in the future, I will sigh that there are such beautiful men in the world.
But my husband always thinks about that person when he is eating. What the hell is going on?
A man can't eat when he thinks about another man.
For Wang Jing, this was a speechless incident...
"Now that I think about it, I always feel that that person is very extraordinary. His temperament is almost like that of an immortal." Chu Zhiyuan took a few mouthfuls of rice.
"Have you ever seen an immortal?" Wang Jing rolled her eyes.
"I've seen it before." Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile: "Isn't there a fairy sitting in front of me?"
"Glib tongue." Wang Jing was not moved at all.
If she had just fallen in love, her heart would still beat a few times quickly, but now they are an old couple and their child is about to be born.
She was already calm.
She just wants to eat two more chopsticks of food, after all, she is two people now.
"Eat quickly and wash the bowl after you're done." Wang Jing said.
"Can I not brush it?"
Wang Jing looked at Chu Zhiyuan and raised the chopsticks in her hand. Chu Zhiyuan quickly shrank.
"Shua, shua, shua, why don't I do it?" Chu Zhiyuan muttered in a low voice, "I don't know if beating someone by a pregnant woman is considered a gang fight."
"You are about to become a father, can you be more steady?" Wang Jing concentrated on cooking.
"The child really can't be like you in the future, it's too bad."
"What's wrong with being like me?" Chu Zhiyuan said plausibly.
"Boys like me are more popular and can eat well, while girls like me are also generous!"
They don't know yet whether the child is a boy or a girl, but they like both boys and girls.
"De Xing." Wang Jing kept talking and was still cooking.
After the two of them finished eating, Wang Jing did some exercise and then went to rest. After Chu Zhiyuan packed everything up, he couldn't help but think about the young man he met on the roadside.
"Snapped!"
Chu Zhiyuan gave himself a gentle slap.
"Damn it, what do I always want a man to do."
After a while, Chu Zhiyuan walked out of the house and wandered around the town alone while buying some daily necessities.
But slowly, Chu Zhiyuan came to the place where he met the young man outside the town.
Seeing the young man still standing there from a distance, Chu Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned.
"Could this be some kind of demon? Could it be that I've been possessed by some kind of enchantment?"
Otherwise, how could he come here again subconsciously.
Chu Zhiyuan walked towards the young man, very curious in his heart. When he came to the young man, Chu Zhiyuan hadn't spoken yet when he heard the young man say:
"You are very healthy. There are no physical or mental problems. You are not possessed by a demon."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly, feeling as if he had been caught speaking ill of someone behind their back.
"Brother, have you been standing here?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
The young man nodded.
"Are you here to film in Taihang Mountain?" Chu Zhiyuan asked curiously.
"No." The young man shook his head, "I'm not an actor."
"Then your clothes, oh I see, are trendy, right?"
The young man glanced at Chu Zhiyuan and said, "Compared with you, shouldn't this be different?"
"Brother, this is wrong." Chu Zhiyuan was very talkative, not formal, and was in high spirits.
"Ugly people are called alternative, handsome people are called trendy."
"For example, I often do such trendy things."
The young man looked at Chu Zhiyuan's face and shook his head, "I really can't see your trend."
"..." Chu Zhiyuan was choked, but quickly returned to normal.
"Brother, what's your name?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
"What's your name..." The young man fell into deep thought and said after a long time:
"You can call me Ling."
The spiritual treasure body can be called a spirit, but it can never be called a treasure.
"Boom!"
As soon as this name came out, there was thunder in the day, and suddenly dark clouds covered the sky.
Chu Zhiyuan was so frightened that the thunder was so sudden.
"Brother, your name seems unlucky." Chu Zhiyuan joked.
Of course he would not think that the reason for the thunderbolt was because of this name, not even the slightest thought.
"I think it's quite auspicious." The young man nodded.
"But brother, your name is a bit unique. Is this your real name?" Chu Zhiyuan asked curiously.
The young man fell into deep thought, and finally looked in the direction of the Taihang Mountains. In a place where Chu Zhiyuan could not see, his eyes were filled with radiant light, and there were stars and rivers rising and falling in the universe.
Chu Zhiyuan felt strange, did he need to think about such a problem for so long?
At the same time, Chu Zhiyuan also noticed that the sky was getting darker and darker, like ink.
"real name……"
"Let me think about it, let me think about it." The young man fell into deep thinking, and a storm of chaos arose in his brain.
Finally, the young man looked at Chu Zhiyuan. When he saw this man, the storm in his mind suddenly calmed down a little.
"I also remember another name, that name, surnamed Meng."
"Boom!"
Even more shocking, the thunder exploded, like a thunder dragon roaring and the sea of thunder overturning, which frightened Chu Zhiyuan again.
"God, why are you so crazy today?" Chu Zhiyuan complained, always trying to get cold feet, there must be something wrong with him.
"Brother, your surname is Meng?"
"right."
"What a surname!" Chu Zhiyuan praised: "What a surname for an ancient saint!"
The young man did not answer these words and kept looking into the distance.
At this moment, the young man's identity became obvious.
It is Meng Chuan who travels from the present to the future!
Now, it’s the Holy Ruins Era!
Meng Chuan successfully arrived here, and since there is no trace of him in the rest of the timeline, for Meng Chuan, this is the only future.
This is the future he wants!
Of course, this will not affect the current time and space.
However, it is obvious that there seems to be some problem with Meng Chuan's condition.
Everything he experienced while traveling through the endless future timeline affected Meng Chuan.
That is endless information, cause and effect, and the power of time and space.
A future timeline represents countless sentient beings.
This caused Meng Chuan's spirituality to fall into the cute girl, and he was not completely awake.
But this is not a big problem.
Meng Chuan's cultivation level is still there, and his combat power is still there.
These fogs, these complicated messages that obscure spirituality are dissipating moment by moment.
They are just water without a source. Meng Chuan's power is endless, enough to disperse them, but because there are too many, it will take some time.
In fact, these ignorances are dissipating on their own initiative, because this is no longer the dreamlike future space.
There are no ships here carrying these forces of ignorance.
Therefore, although Meng Chuan has been affected to some extent, it is not serious in fact and is just a minor problem.
At least he hasn't fallen asleep or been seriously injured or needs to practice again.
And just as Daode Tianzun said to Meng Chuan, the problem Meng Chuan faces now is.
How did Meng Chuan know that the person coming to the future was Meng Chuan?
After Meng Chuan arrives in the future, how can he be sure that he is him?
How can Meng Chuan realize that I am who I am?
And the answer to all these problems seems to be obvious, that is:
Leave everything to time.
The fog will eventually clear, and spirituality will shine.
