Meng Zhi recited silently in his heart, wanting to contact the soul flag with his spiritual consciousness.
However, with his Taoism in the late stage of spiritual transformation, he was unable to detect his spiritual consciousness when the saint was in front of him, and there was no way to contact Tushanjun.
Mengzhi is a smart man.
He immediately understood his situation.
Touch the sleeves of the robe.
Empty.
Only then did Meng Zhi remember.
In order to facilitate his master Tu Shanjun, he hid the Soul Reverend Flag in the fire vein formation of the underground palace and never kept it around him.
The main reason is that he didn't expect the saint from the Yu family to come to the door so arrogantly.
It seems to be stretched thin at this time.
Faced with this situation, Meng Zhi did not panic.
He just looked at the jade slip in his hand quietly.
Laughed.
He seemed to be laughing at someone who gave him a pillow when he fell asleep, and at the same time he was laughing at the situation he was facing now. He couldn't find an excuse to refuse the invitation from the saint, and he had to go.
"I can't be stable even if I am among a large and complex family. That's okay."
Meng Zhi stood up calmly, cupped his hands and said, "It's my wish, but I don't dare to invite you."
"So good!"
The ethereal holy voice was overjoyed and praised endlessly.
The moment he spoke, the spiritual consciousness that enveloped him was also removed.
Meng Zhi said: "I have just left the customs. If I leave rashly and cannot explain to my family, I would like to ask my senior to leave a message for me."
"It's natural."
The ethereal fall of the saint.
Meng Zhi immediately flew out a ray of consciousness.
He smiled and said, "Let's go."
When I walked out of the dojo, I saw a white jade palace lying in front of me. After a closer look, I realized it was a chariot.
Mengzhi climbed up without hesitation.
Sitting cross-legged on the chariot, silently stabilizing his still somewhat turbulent cultivation.
After so many years, relying on time and the accumulation of Yinhun Dan, his magic power has finally accumulated as much as it should.
Next, you need to plan for sanctification.
It is not safe to be in the state of becoming a god. Only by becoming a saint can one have the foundation to turn away from being a guest.
He must also have a sense of urgency. The interests of Zunhun Banner are too involved, and his cultivation is not enough. One day he will become a puppet of the Yu family, and he does not want to lose his right to speak.
Sitting cross-legged in the chariot, Meng Zhi became much calmer in his later stage.
He washed away the impetuousness.
Even when faced with invitations from saints, he was able to respond calmly.
Now he finally has the bearing of a great monk.
Ability to think and plan like a master sitting in the sky.
Meng Zhi lowered his eyes and could not clearly see the change in his expression: "Master is right, strength is the foundation of everything."
"But Master was also wrong."
"No matter how powerful the Yinhun Pill is, I and my master alone can't protect it at all. I need a towering tree who can share the risk for me."
"Relying on Master alone, even if the Master is a master of various immortal arts, he cannot complete the accumulation of mana in a short period of time."
"I need a big force to help me improve these things."
Meng Zhi twirled his fingers and raised his dark golden eyes.
Perhaps Master has been persecuted by powerful forces, so he always keeps a distance.
However, simply staying away from them is not enough.
After they know the situation, they will definitely come closer. What they really have to do is to integrate with them and use their strength to complete their own affairs.
This is what his master Tu Shanjun once taught him.
This is his 'borrow' from Mengzhi.
"Borrowing fame, profit, and power..."
Meng Zhi laughed.
The fact that he was able to reach this point was indeed thanks to his master, Tu Shanjun, or even to his creation.
It can be called the gift of reinvention.
This does not mean that he has to obey Master in everything. He has his own considerations. He also wants to go further, live well, and enjoy the world slowly.
Although Mengzhi had different opinions on many of his master Tu Shanjun's opinions, and sometimes he might even have fierce arguments to regain the right to speak, what he was most grateful for was that Tu Shanjun would try to persuade him first no matter what decision he made.
If he chooses firmly, Master Tushanjun will firmly support him.
Master will not yell, make a fuss, or even give up helping someone just because they are at odds with their own ideas.
Tushanjun just watched quietly.
But there will never be ambiguity when it's time to take action.
Back then, it was clear that there was no need for a betrothal gift from the master, and the master could completely cut off the Yinhun Dan.
Just like those parents who cut off their children's resources, allowing the children to admit their mistakes and correct themselves under the pressure of survival, and return to them to be a filial and good child.
Meng Zhi knew that he would never be able to learn this kind of tolerance in his lifetime.
However, people who value love and justice too much will always hurt themselves first.
He has been in the market since he was a child, and he has always learned tricks, cheating, and deceit, just to survive and become a master.
How should I put it, the master is very proud and arrogant! Meng Zhi feels this way. He knows that Tushanjun does not need to use any means to punish him.
As time goes by, you will always be able to tell who is right and who is wrong.
It's hard to tell right from wrong, but whoever lives longer is right.
The rights and wrongs of history are always written by the victors.
However, as a weapon spirit, the master possesses powerful power and an enviable lifespan.
Therefore, it is not so much magnanimity as it is arrogance.
Disdainful of using such despicable means.
Even though Master usually has a cold face, he actually has a warm heart. At the same time, the pride in his heart is also real.
Mengzhi found that he seemed to have never understood his master's past.
Whenever the master wanted to talk to him, he would refuse to go to the past due to his busy schedule and heavy spiritual practice. In his opinion, people do not need to remember the past while living, but should live in the present and then touch the future.
I don't think so now.
The future is of course important, but the past should not be forgotten.
'Just find a time. When I return from my appointment, I will find a time to ask Master.'
Meng Zhi laughed.
Helpless smile.
Facing such a master, it seemed as if everything he did was childish and ridiculous. Even if there were quarrels, they would end in master Tu Shanjun's compromise and silence.
But does this mean he convinced the master?
Meng Zhi shook his head slightly.
No one can convince Tushanjun.
It is now and it will be in the future.
Tu Shanjun would not say anything, he would only watch quietly with his pair of black and red eyes, as magnificent as gems in the starry sky and abyss.
Like a bystander.
…
A slight sound was heard.
The red-haired monk in the underground palace's fire vein stopped what he was doing and caught the flying divine thoughts.
'My disciple has come out of seclusion, and at the invitation of Saint Yan Hui, he went to be a guest.'
"I'll be back later."
"Yan Hui?"
"Yu Bai Zhong?"
Tu Shanjun frowned. This man was a saint who failed to compete with Yu Haoxuan back then. Now he invited Meng Zhi at such a critical moment. It didn't look like he had any good intentions.
However, Tu Shanjun was more worried that Meng Zhi would be drawn into the camp by the benefits promised by the other party.
Since ancient times, there has never been a good outcome for a person with a head and a rat at both ends.
Now that you have decided to stand on Yu Haofeng's side, be firm and don't do anything stupid.
Tushanjun was about to leave, but he stopped as soon as he took half a step.
Mengzhi would not send him a message for no reason.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun immediately understood that Meng Zhi could deal with everything calmly and even escape unscathed if the Soul Reverend Banner was not on Meng Zhi.
If he goes there now, wouldn't he be throwing himself into a trap?
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."
"What if Yu Baizhong is not good for Meng Zhi..."
Tu Shanjun thought of Yu Haofeng.
If he could inform Yu Haofeng in advance at this moment, he should be able to ensure that Meng Zhi would be careful. No matter how courageous Yu Baizhong was, he would not dare to take action against Meng Zhi in front of Yu Haofeng.
This brings us to another problem.
If Meng Zhi promised Yu Baizhong anything, and he asked Yu Haofeng to go, it would make the situation even more embarrassing.
"In that case, let's ask fellow Taoist Cuiyun to take a trip." The figure of 'Tushanjun' turned into a shadow in mid-air, with ripples flashing and light and shadow changing.
‘Tushanjun’ walked out of the underground palace fire veins.
He pinched his fingers to calculate the direction, then turned into a ray of light and headed into the distance.
…
Meng Zhi, who was seated, looked at the seniors at the banquet.
Counting Yu Baizhong who is sitting first, there are five people in total.
Meng Zhi greeted each of them one by one.
This one is either a grand-uncle or an uncle.
Their cultivation level is even more impressive, and they have not yet entered the realm of becoming a saint.
The only saint here is the one at the head.
Meng Zhi looked at the monk sitting at the head.
The man looked middle-aged.
A streak of silver hair looks so gentle and elegant.
Every move implies the truth of heaven and earth and is so convincing that you can't wait to fall to the ground. At this time, you don't even dare to raise your head to look at the other person's face.
After three rounds of drinking.
One of the old men, who was an uncle, smiled and praised: "He is indeed a young hero. He has reached such a state in less than two hundred years."
"Meng Xiaoyou is clearly Yu Haofeng's son-in-law, but he treats him harshly in every possible way."
"Not to mention the profits from the Yinhun Pill, I still can't give my master and disciple a satisfactory answer."
"It's really unreasonable that there is only one Yin Shen in a hundred years."
"yes."
Another uncle took up the conversation.
"Not to mention that I won't let go of my little friend. This saint realm requires a huge amount of resources."
"..."
"There is a saying in the world: A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses a master to do his work."
Meng Zhi turned a deaf ear and kept eating his wine without stopping to hold the chopsticks in his hands.
When everyone saw Meng Zhi's unsatisfactory appearance, they immediately turned their attention to the master's seat, and Yu Baizhong also saw that Meng Zhi was a master who never saw rabbits but never let go of hawks.
He immediately said with a smile: "If Nephew Meng is interested, I am willing to accept Nephew Meng as my true heir. Not only that, my daughters are all stunningly beautiful. You can marry any one you want."
"From now on, you will be my disciple and enjoy the treatment of an ordinary Taoist disciple."
As soon as Meng Zhi dropped his chopsticks, he raised his head and looked directly at Yubai and cupped his hands and said, "Sage Yan Hui means that he will definitely protect me from becoming a saint?"
"presumptuous!"
All the uncles and uncles were furious.
"It is easy to become a god, but difficult to become a saint."
"The resources required for sanctification are simply unimaginable. Nephew Mengxian always has to prove his worth first."
Yubai Zhong waved his hand to suppress everyone's words, and looked at Meng Zhi with a smile.
