Chapter 752: Such a Patriarch

Of course, being by Meng Zhen’s side is the best way to find the answer. She is one of the most important figures of this era, involved in the most important events, experiencing all the changes, and watching all the calculations. If you can’t find a clue by following her, don’t even think about finding it by yourself.

But Xue Mu did not hold this thought when he said this.

If this girl is destined to die soon, he will do everything in his power to accompany her on her final journey and not be lonely.

It’s useless to rush back anyway. It seems that the answer will only be found when the heavenly Dao is transformed into the cauldron.

In that case, I’ll spend some time with her before the heavens change.

Xue Mu casually stabbed into the sea, and a clever force like a net caught a sea fish. He smiled and said, “Have some food. Although you probably don’t need it.”

Meng really didn’t need it. She looked at Xue Mu’s strength and was extremely surprised: “Is it really not my illusion that you have the thirteen transformations of the stars and the moon? Where did it come from?”

“Uh…” Xue Mu smiled apologetically: ”It’s not used well. Don’t laugh at me, Ancestor.”

Meng Zhen really didn’t know that his words “Ancestor” were sincere. Xue Mu had really entered the Xingyue Sect and worshipped the ancestral portraits. He was a true descendant of Meng Zhen…

He also forgot to bow to the portrait at the time… Xue Mu touched his forehead.

The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became.

He had also been looking at her from the perspective of a younger sister… and had even pushed her over, even though she was a spirit…

From Meng Huan Zhen’s perspective, Xue Mu’s technique could only have been stolen from her two unworthy apprentices, and she shook her head in utter disbelief. It was precisely because Xue Mu had used the power of the Huiyue Divine Stone to shoot it at her when they first met that she felt it was her own technique, and the stone was full of her own energy, so when she later created the power of the imagination, she mistakenly thought that this man was her own yang form.

I don’t know how to explain this misunderstanding. No wonder this man calls himself “Xingyue.” Everyone really has an inexplicable and strange connection.

She sighed: “How could I laugh at you? You use it very well, and it’s even too good.”

“No way…” Xue Mu knew that he had not put in much effort, and that he was only familiar with it. He was always flustered in actual combat, and yet he was able to get a compliment from the ancestor?

Meng really sat down casually across from him, waved his hand, and the nearby dead branches gathered around him. He waved his hand again, and the campfire ignited.

Xue Mu thought to himself that this is what high welfare brought by military power is like. He started to grill the fish and said with a smile, “I think it is only when you reach this level that it is really good. It is almost like the way of the gods.”

Meng Zhen said, “The thirteen transformations of the stars and the moon focus on the method of using force, not on rigid fixed forms. My two apprentices haven’t understood it, which makes me very disappointed. But you have your own understanding and interpretation of some of the details, and you don’t follow my creation rigidly. If you haven’t studied for long, you can only be described as a genius.”

Xue Mu was stunned. These techniques of using energy were not his own understanding and development, but were taught by Xue Qingqiu with his fingers…

The real genius is someone else, that is Xue Qingqiu.

Meng Zhen looked at him as he grilled the fish, and said, “If only my successor had a talent like yours. If I have any obsession, it is the hope that my life’s work will be passed down and carried forward in the future, and then I, Meng Zhen, will not have come to this world in vain.

Xue Mu said sincerely, “Don’t worry, there is, there really is.”

Meng Zhenqiu continued to rest his chin in his hand: “I have to find some special methods. I can’t just rely on the classics… Hey, what do you think if I split a strand of my soul and hide it in an object, so that people who learn my magic can find resonance and understanding of my way from this object?

Xue Mu said blankly, “It really is the brain circuit of the founder of the creation… so smooth?”

“Everyone is thinking about life after the exorcism. I think my method is more reasonable than their way of using the heavenly props to manifest things. This is the way to pass on one’s own way. There are thousands of ways in the heavens. Assuming that it is divided into nine cauldrons as you said, the way contained in one cauldron is also very broad. Then after a few generations, it will slowly change and no longer be one’s own heritage. I don’t want that.”

“You are right…” Having seen the natural way of life become the way of life, Xue Mu was truly impressed by Meng Huan’s foresight. Without the Ding, the Xingyue Sect produced many talented people in the face of adversity, and this was also the result of her legacy.

Meng Zhen really patted his hands and said, “You really support my idea, don’t you?”

Xue Mu asked, “But separating the soul and spirit is harmful to you, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is detrimental, so we can’t do it directly. Let’s talk about it before you die.” Meng Zhen said, ”Besides, I haven’t decided where to put it yet. Things like the Star Soul Cloud are not suitable. This kind of thing is always in a state of war. What if it gets scattered… I’m afraid it’s better to hide it in the ancestral hall.”

Xue Mu was speechless: “Then hide it in a portrait. When future generations pray to your portrait, they will be able to resonate with the ancestors.”

Meng Zhen’s eyes lit up: “That’s a good idea. How about you draw a portrait of me?”

“You’ve never painted a portrait?”

“No.”

“But I can’t draw…”

“I don’t think you’re stupid. Why would you say something so stupid? You’ve reached this level of cultivation, so how can your heart not be reflected in your hands? People who are much worse than you can do it, and you’ve learned the 13 transformations of the stars and moon and you’re telling me it’s not possible? As long as you don’t learn to paint, what’s there to learn about drawing a likeness?

Xue Mu’s eyes were wide with surprise. Is this it? Is this why portraits are so powerful in this world?

No wonder even the founder of the Haitian Pavilion could paint murals…

“I have a good piece of silk here, made from a thousand-year-old ice silk and water and fire brocade threads. I was going to use it to make clothes, but it’s also good for painting. It’s not easily damaged.” Meng really happily took out a roll of silk from his bag and handed it over: ”Why don’t you try it? Oh, that’s right…”

Xue Mu watched as she pulled out a brush and ink from her bag of wonders and placed them next to her.

“What’s with the surprised look? How can you write a journal without ink and brush?” Meng Zhen finally took out an inkstone: ”Do you want to grind the ink?”

Xue Mu silently handed over the grilled fish: “Sister, you eat the fish first…”

When you were still grilling fish, you took out something to draw, turning the beach into a study. It was really an executive force, and it was really a vigorous and swift force. It was like when he was still recovering in the cave that day, he started creating new exercises… probably only a pervert like him could create a new school of thought… Xue Mu was in tears.

Meng Zhen also seemed to realize that he was too high-handed, and he put the silk aside a little embarrassed, and took the grilled fish with a smile.

Xue Mu didn’t bring any seasonings, so the grilled fish didn’t taste very good. Meng Zhen was not as greedy as Xue Qingqiu. But as she ate, she gradually became silent, her eyes a little absent-minded, not knowing where her thoughts had drifted.

Although she was not similar to Xue Qingqiu in appearance or temperament, Xue Mu always thought of Xue Qingqiu when he looked at her.

Perhaps this ancestor and the restorer of the sect, who passed on the torch, always had something in common. Externally, there was always something inexplicably connecting them.

For example, both are beautiful women, but they never had their own portraits. Xue Qingqiu was proud and didn’t want to let people draw her casually, but Meng Zhen was… he had never thought about such a thing.

He slowly asked, “How long has it been since you haven’t thought about martial arts, fighting, inheritance, or cultivation, and just rested in the purest way, eating and sleeping as you please?”

Meng Zhen looked at the shimmering sea under the moonlight, and for a long time, he didn’t know how to answer.

It is very likely that… there has never been one.

Xue Mu picked up the silk next to him and stroked it for a while, then said with a smile, “You want to have a portrait to pass on your legacy… but have you ever thought that you are really beautiful?”

Meng Zhen finally responded: “Ah?”

“I think the first priority of a portrait is to capture your most beautiful moments, and what is passed down is just a side issue.” Xue Mu put away the silk: ”That’s why I wouldn’t want to casually eat grilled fish and draw a picture at random before I practice well, so that your beauty would leave a regret on the scroll.”

It should be a very ambiguous way to flirt with a girl, but Meng Zhen’s reaction was a bit strange. After a while, he whispered hesitantly, “Ying Jun said that beauty is also a kind of Tao. Even you are like this, so it seems that there is some truth to it. I should study it…”

Xue Mu’s face was expressionless.