Chapter 504 Meng Zhiliao
There was another reason why Fang Rong went down the mountain that year.
The schemes and methods used in the assessment were too insidious. If he didn't find an excuse to go down the mountain and travel after the assessment, what would be waiting for him was free fighting.
Especially Du Lang and Zhang Zhuo, who were tricked by him. If they were to engage in free fighting, Fang Rong would definitely be beaten every day when he left the house.
Therefore, Fang Rong used Ye Xingzhou as an excuse and found a reason to go down the mountain and travel.
During this journey, he traveled all over the world, experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature, endured life and death crises, and happened to uncover the truth about the world.
Looking back at my past actions to get a place in the inner gate, it seemed like I was mentally retarded.
Fang Rong realized belatedly that practicing Taoism is not only about establishing one's mind, but also about establishing one's character.
He is narrow-minded and petty. If it weren't for the camaraderie among his fellow disciples and his quick escape, the people chasing him would have spread from Yantian Sect to Xuanling Sect.
Fang Rong sighed deeply, and fine lines appeared between his brows.
He can know the truth and answers of the world only because he is not a protagonist or an important character. (Chapter 366)
He is just an ordinary, nameless cannon fodder.
Because they are cannon fodder, even if they know the truth about the world, it will not arouse the vigilance of the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao.
Today, success or failure depends on half an incense stick of time.
After half an incense stick of time, what will become of Yantian Sect and what will become of this group of lively people are all unknown.
He saw the difficulties Ye Xingzhou was going through.
Fang Rong sighed.
The words of comfort seemed too dry. Death is like the extinguishing of a light, especially when the dead are Ren Wangzhu and Yue Qian.
Fang Rong hesitated for a moment and said to Ye Xingzhou, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyes and looked into his eyes. "I'm not that fragile."
"I have."
A hoarse voice came from behind.
Meng Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly as she slowly pulled the corner of Ye Xingzhou's sleeve.
He lowered his eyes and looked into Ye Xingzhou's eyes, seriously and attentively. The words he said were indeed the result of careful consideration, and hesitation could be heard in his voice.
"Walk with me for a while, okay?"
Meng Zhi pinched the edge of her clothes tightly and added, "It doesn't matter if you refuse..."
There was a hint of cautious seeking hidden in the words.
Behind him, there are Xiang Xiuyuan, Mei You, Liu Guian, Yan Qin... and the faces of many people from Yantian Sect.
Ye Xingzhou replied softly, "Okay."
Meng Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he tried his best to keep pace with Ye Xingzhou.
This time, his pace was always half a step, one step, or two steps behind Ye Xingzhou.
He couldn't fathom Ye Xingzhou's current cultivation level. Even if he withdrew his pressure, he still had some...
Unspeakable inferiority complex.
Until Ye Xingzhou slowed down.
Meng Zhi gathered the thoughts in his eyes and raised his eyes.
When their eyes met, Ye Xingzhou raised his hand and touched his head.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Meng Zhi bit her lips and took a long time to suppress the soreness in her eyes.
"You...are sad."
Just as sad as he was three years ago.
He didn't want to, didn't want to see Ye Xingzhou in such pain. He had thousands of words to say, but the short time was not enough to express them all.
Meng Zhi calmed down and looked up at the roof of the new school.
He tilted his head to Ye Xingzhou and said, "Would you like to go up and sit down?"
After thinking about it, he added another sentence.
"I still remember the promise we made."
Meng Zhi refers to his youthful nature and the outrageous words he uttered: If Ye Xingzhou is truly a talisman master, he will rebuild a school if he destroys one. (Chapter 12)
Now, Ye Xingzhou is truly a talisman master, a very powerful talisman master.
Ye Xingzhou looked at him for a long while, hummed softly, and jumped onto the tile house on tiptoe.
The two of them sat on the roof of the tile house, and the noisy crowd below, with disciples playing and coming back, seemed so lively.
The two sat quietly until Ye Xingzhou spoke.
"I'm thinking."
"Did I do something wrong back then?"
Meng Zhi glanced sideways and gave the answer without even thinking, "What you thought was right at the time, then it is right."
Looking back now, looking back at the past, looking back at our childhood, everyone makes mistakes.
But as long as you think it is right at that time, then it is right. Don’t use the answers from the past to consume yourself in the present.
A strand of black hair was blown by the wind, brushing across her cheek.
Meng Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly as she took out Ye Xingzhou's headband from under her wristband. She leaned her body, gathered her loose black hair, and held the headband firmly in place.
He remembered that Ye Xingzhou couldn't even tie his hair properly at first. (Chapter 6)
By then, he should have noticed something was wrong. Ye Xingzhou was not from here, so he couldn't even tie his hair properly.
Everything he heard today made him confused again and again.
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Junior brother, when did you become so good at comforting people?" Ye Xingzhou smiled.
Meng Zhi's eyes were serious. "If I haven't learned anything after being by your side for so long, then I am really stupid."
"Ye Xingzhou."
Meng Zhi hooked her fingertips on the corner of Ye Xingzhou's clothes and tugged gently, "You..."
Ye Xingzhou took over the conversation and said, "Just say whatever you want to say."
Meng Zhi looked at Ye Xingzhou for a moment and took off the jade pendant from her waist.
"Can it be exchanged for money? For the money you have."
Ye Xingzhou was stunned. "Of course, I can exchange it for a lot."
Meng Zhi lowered her eyes and placed the jade pendant in Ye Xingzhou's hand.
"Then, you exchange money and live a good life."
He actually wanted Ye Xingzhou not to forget him and Meng Zhi after he returned home.
But Ye Xingzhou was very unhappy here, and remembering it was a torture, so Meng Zhi did not say that sentence in the end.
He just wanted Ye Xingzhou to live a good life.
Because he remembered that Ye Xingzhou used to value money very much and liked money very much.
Now Meng Zhi has little money left, so she can only leave the jade pendant to Ye Xingzhou.
As for the safety lock.
Meng Zhi stroked the safety lock with his fingertips. It was a gift from Ye Xingzhou and he wanted to keep it.
After hearing what Meng Zhi said, Ye Xingzhou looked at the glossy and high-quality pendant in his hand and shook his head slightly.
"This is a gift from my junior brother, so I must keep it well."
Meng Zhi pursed her lips, "But I want you to have enough food and drink."
Ye Xingzhou raised his hand and touched his head.
"I have no worries about food and drink."
Meng Zhi hummed and took out a bamboo flute from the storage bag.
Ye Xingzhou was a little surprised, "You can play it?"
"Is this something difficult?" Meng Zhi was furious. He realized later that his tone was too childish. He coughed and changed the subject, "My mother taught me before."
"She always said that the cicadas in the trees kept chirping and I kept crying when I was born, so she played the flute for me to listen to."
“If you listen to it long enough, you’ll remember it.”
After Ye Xingzhou finished listening to his story, his eyes fell on the end of the bamboo flute and he slowly read out the three engraved words.
"Meng Zhiliao?"
Meng Zhi was startled and raised his hand to cover the writing. He was a little embarrassed and annoyed, so he elbowed Ye Xingzhou.
At this moment, he didn't care whether Ye Xingzhou was broken or not, and his elbow hit him without missing a single spot.
"What is Meng Zhiliao?"
"What are you talking about?"
Ye Xingzhou blinked, covered his elbow that was hit and asked again.
"Is that your nickname?"
Meng Zhi glanced at Ye Xingzhou before slowly nodding.
"Whenever a cicada chirps, I cry, so my mother always calls me Meng Zhiliao."
After saying this, he didn't even look at Ye Xingzhou's expression and continued to play the bamboo flute.
The flute sounds clear.
The tone is gentle.
Meng Zhi's fingertips rose and fell on the flute holes.
Until a sword came across the sky, the tone of the sound changed suddenly, and the flute membrane broke.
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