Archean Eon Art

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Every stroke of this picture is full of emotions and memories, and looking at this picture seems to see the past and the wonderful experiences of his wife.

This painting naturally asked Meng Chuan's heart, and had a great influence on Yuanshen. Yuanshen has been shining spiritually, but he still stayed on the sixth floor of Yuanshen when he finished painting.

"After painting, I calm down."

Meng Chuan sat under the big tree and waved away the scroll. "I think I can calmly continue to practice."

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

"Let me get drunk. After being drunk, practice well." Meng Chuan turned over and took out an altar of fire fruit wine, sitting under the big tree and drinking.

Huoguojiu drinks into the throat like a flame burning in the chest, and the mind is a little hot. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled that the body did not expel alcohol, and he liked the feeling of being slightly drunk.

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

"July." Meng Chuan sat under the big tree, drinking and drinking from the wine jar, and whispered to himself, "In the past, when I encountered setbacks, I can talk to you, I can share with you happy things, and I have breakthroughs in my practice. You can show off in front of you, and you will accompany me when you are sad... But what about the future? Who will I tell you in the next thousand years?"

Meng Chuan looked up and drank wine.

Gumbling.

Huoguojiu is like fire, burning chest, drunken, but Meng Chuan's mind is more active, and scenes of scenes and beautiful memories come to mind.

"When we were together, those happy days, the days of fighting together, the days of teaching children together..." Meng Chuan laughed at himself, "now only in memories."

"Can you only remember?"

"It's ridiculous."

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

It was getting dark.

One bottle of wine is finished, another bottle of wine.

The intoxication became stronger.

"It is said that if the two feelings are long, how can they be in the morning and evening!" Meng Chuan whispered, "but all I want is the morning and evening together!"

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

"It's impossible!"

Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine altar in his hand, and pulled out the demon sword that cut his waist.

Indiscriminate use of swordsmanship at will, one stroke of swordsmanship vents grief and unwillingness in my heart.

Things in the world, after all, can't do everything as expected.

Some people surrender to themselves, some people sink from now on, and the strong will accept it and try to change the future.

Only sometimes, even the strongest ones need to vent.

...

The crescent moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight sprinkles on the martial arts ground of Jinghu Meng House.

A figure is arbitrarily performing a sword technique on the martial arts field.

"The sky, the earth and the north are flying together, and the old wings are back and forth for a few days." Meng Chuan used his knife technique and read aloud, his voice echoed in the dark night.

Once he and July were like those flying passengers, and the sky, the earth, and the north were rushing together, no matter how long.

"Happiness is fun, parting is hard, and there are even more idiots."

Too many memories.

Happy days, parting pain.

Are you an idiot?

"Jun Yingyu said: Miao Wanli Stratus Clouds, Qianshan Muxue, who is the only shadow going to?" Meng Chuan continued to read, but the sword technique he used was more poignant, as if a lone goose-shaped single shadow only flew between Qianshan Muxue.

"Who will the shadow go to!"

When the knife was swung out.

Wow.

Meng Chuan felt that the night sky was as beautiful as a painting. The moonlight was scattered, and she could see a ray of light running through the void and spreading everywhere.

Everything has slowed down.

Moonlight flight slows down, the wind seems to stop, everything slows down. This slowness is close to ‘stillness’, making everything in heaven and earth look like ‘a painting’. Only the moonlight can be scattered faster, but Mengchuan can clearly see the ray of light with the naked eye, and it looks more beautiful.

Even after wielding it, the knife disappeared from the field of vision. It was in the gap of time and space, just like the "Heart Sword" created by Master Guo Ke, the strongest move was no longer visible, and the enemy didn't even notice it. , Has already made a move.

Meng Chuan's knife did not reach the realm of heaven and earth, but was only the first knife of the infinite success of the endless learning of the endless sword.

This knife.

There is a gap in time and space, it is difficult to find, it is difficult to stop, and the knife cannot be seen when killed.

This knife has changed the time.

The time is almost stopped, and the enemy has been shot.

Only with this kind of sword, when the Dongtian Realm is completed, it is expected to cross the ranks and cut the emperor.

"It turns out that this is the real endless sword." Meng Chuan whispered to himself.

The strong feelings for his wife, and nostalgia, only let Meng Chuan wield that knife.

This sentiment is endless, in order to have that knife.

Thunder's pulse of "light phase", "yin and yang phase" and "divided wave phase" under Meng Chuan's state of mind, he made this poignant sword that could break the world's rules and regulations.

it's said……

When pure speed breaks the rules of heaven and earth, it can also change time.

...

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

When he was exhausted, Meng Chuan stopped and lay under the big tree... fell asleep.

******

At the beginning of Yuan Dynasty, Dongtian Pavilion.

"Meng Chuan went to Fengxueguan and then Jiangzhou City and other places to see the intelligence these days. He also came back to Yuanchu Mountain and now he went to Dongning City." Li Guan frowned and said, "I can find out, The places he went to were the places where he and Liu Qiyue once lived. Their husband and wife are green plums and horses. They have been in a deep relationship for a hundred years.

"Emotional impact, although influential, does not cut off the path of cultivation." Luo Tang Xu Ying said, "My gods and deities in the early Yuan dynasty, some of my dear ones died, and the gods and demons may have an impact in a short time, and they can usually recover. . Zhenwu Wang was suspicious of practicing roads. Liu Qiyue slept... Meng Chuan had no reason to doubt his own practice."

"Give him some time." Qin Wuxuying said, "Always adjust to it. I think it will be fine after a few months."

"Ok."

Li Guanzheng focused on the head, "There is a lot of pressure to guard the city gates, and now there are six super-large city gates. There are now nine fortune-tellers in the world, and there is also a need for the guards to guard the mountains at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty. It's hard to keep guard. And I have only a few decades left to live, so Meng Chuan needs to grow as quickly as possible to carry this burden."

"It's a person, there will be weakness." Qin Wu said, "I believe that my apprentice, he will recover quickly."

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

...

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Venerables worried about Meng Chuan, but they dared not bother.

In Dongning City, on the training ground of Mirror Lake Meng House, Meng Chuan still lay asleep under the big tree.

In the morning, the morning sun rises.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes slowly when the sun was shining on him, and looked at the bright red sunrise: "It's dawning?"