He tried to keep a straight face: "If you have any purpose, you might as well tell me directly."
How refreshing...it's his turn to act like a riddler in front of Xi Mengquan.
It is really the law of karma, no one can escape it!
Chen Kuang laughed to himself and nodded: "I did come to see you... My purpose is simple."
Xi Mengquan asked nervously, "What?"
Chen Kuang smiled brilliantly: "Beat you up."
Xi Mengquan: “???”
…
"hiss……"
Xi Mengquan covered his cheeks, with two purple-blue panda eyes, and sat down on the small stool he made again. With a rather aggrieved look, he looked at Chen Kuang next to him playing with the piano he had just made.
Chen Kuang looked at the zither in his hand and could see that the red color on it was the paint that had just been applied. In essence, the body of the zither was just a piece of wood.
It is certain that none of the so-called "Dragon Gum" legends are true...
This old man never tells a word of truth.
The "Dragon Gum" zither was actually carved out of wood by him when he was twelve or thirteen years old!
However, it is estimated that after being carried by the saints for many years, the "Dragon Gum" later became a whole, and the material became neither gold nor wood, and it was no longer an ordinary object.
But at this moment, this piano is just an ordinary piano.
Xi Mengquan looked at him depressedly: "Do you have a grudge against me?"
Chen Kuang shook his head: "It's not a grudge."
Xi Mengquan asked again: "Then why did you hit me?"
Chen Kuang said: "I'm going to beat you up, why do I need to choose a day?"
Xi Mengquan: “…”
Did he meet a madman? !
Xi Mengquan took a deep breath and repeatedly told himself that he couldn't beat him. After calming down, he said:
"If you come here for money, my family is poor and it's hard to even have enough food and clothing."
"The only thing that's valuable is the guitar you have. If you want it, just take it."
Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow and said, "Even having enough to eat and wear is hard? Then how did you cultivate to the point of opening the Nine Apertures?"
Although Chen Kuang didn't spend any effort to open his mind at the beginning, in fact, if a mortal wants to open his mind, the spiritual energy absorbed in the early stage is not enough, and a large amount of energy must be provided by the outside world.
In other words, if a mortal warrior wants to practice, he must eat a lot of meat.
If one cannot even guarantee food and clothing, it is obviously impossible to cultivate to this level.
Especially since Xi Mengquan looks like he is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he has already opened all nine orifices. If it is not due to eating a lot of meat, then it must be some other miracle.
Xi Mengquan's face changed, realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag.
Although he would be the all-calculating music master countless years later, he was still just a little kid in his teens now.
His expression changed, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and finally decided to hand over the magical little bowl he had accidentally found...
Chen Kuang stretched out his hand and plucked the strings, then suddenly laughed and said:
"Your adventure is your business, I'm not here for that."
Xi Mengquan is probably the only one who can be seen being so cautious.
Thinking of this, Chen Kuang's expression suddenly became a little subtle.
Could it be that... Xi Mengquan still remembered this incident, so he plotted against him later?
Xi Mengquan was silent for a while, completely confused:
"So what exactly are you doing here?"
Chen Kuang said calmly, "You will know it in the future."
Xi Mengquan: “…”
The boy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
If I hadn't been defeated...
Chen Kuang himself didn’t know why he came here. What he was thinking about now was how to go back.
"You're not going to ask me to stay here until two thousand years later and then merge back into the timeline, are you?"
Chen Kuang muttered to himself, feeling a little annoyed.
He suddenly thought of everything he had experienced in the illusory world of Taixu, and an idea flashed in his mind.
Yes, this ancient battlefield existed 2,300 years ago!
As long as he steps into the long river of "time" again, he can naturally return to the future again!
But which sects control the Pingu battlefield today?
He definitely couldn't fool people with his status, otherwise who knows what the butterfly effect will bring to the future...
Chen Kuang turned his gaze to Xi Mengquan in front of him.
This guy's life experience seems to have always been a mystery!
Then wouldn't it be possible to train him to join the Daqi Sect, and then use the same method to take up his place...
However, the problem is how to make Xi Mengquan do this willingly.
Chen Kuang suddenly asked with a smile: "You have good talent. Have you ever thought about joining a sect?"
He is being completely arrogant.
But the person in front of him was not a music saint, but just a little kid who was not even born with talent. There was no psychological pressure at all to fool him.
Xi Mengquan's expression is hard to describe.
This guy who suddenly appeared had such jumpy thoughts and weird behavior that he no longer seemed like a normal person.
However, the other party's profound cultivation that almost suffocated him, and his familiar and mysterious posture when playing the piano, all showed that the other party was likely a master of music.
He asked this, could it be that he wanted to accept a disciple?
Xi Mengquan said with a bit of trepidation:
"These large sects think highly of themselves and cherish their possessions. People like me..."
Chen Kuang said to himself: "I think Tianyin Pavilion is good, what do you think?"
Xi Mengquan: “…”
He said with difficulty: "It's pretty good, but..."
But don't you ever think of taking in a disciple? That makes me seem presumptuous...
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