Volume 6: The Famous Immortal Road of the Nine Mountains Chapter 888: Go Fly by Yourself!

"With your cultivation level, you are destined to fail. [,■m" In the second level, the old white beast was a little surprised when he saw Meng Hao's figure appear, and his voice echoed.

"But you didn't die there..." The old beast took a deep look at Meng Hao. After seeing Meng Hao's embarrassment with his whole body burned, his suspicion dissipated a lot.

Meng Hao smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed.

"The junior was reckless. He thought that his cultivation level was different from before and he could try. However, he didn't expect that it would still not work as the senior said... Fortunately, he didn't get close. Otherwise, he would have died there."

The old beast nodded, and Meng Hao clasped his fists to say goodbye. The old beast hesitated for a moment, but without blocking, let Meng Hao step into the leaving vortex, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only Lu Bai was there, looking up at Meng Hao's leaving figure, and fell silent.

Outside the Ancient Road Lake, in a certain area, light flashed, and Meng Hao's figure teleported out. He looked excited, touched his storage bag, and took a deep breath.

"The fire spirit that is thousands of feet away is dangerous even if you encounter it at the peak of the fairyland. With this fire, I have a trump card. However, this fire should not be eternal. I don't know how many times it can be used!" Meng Hao flickered and disappeared in an instant.

In the next few days, Meng Hao appeared in many places in the Southern Territory one after another. He went to all the mountains and rivers in his memory until he arrived in Motu, where he saw many old friends.

But the Western Desert is still filled with a purple sea, lifeless.

In Motu, after bidding farewell to his old friend, Meng Hao went to the place where he had felt that he had once fought and failed with Ji Tian, ​​but it was empty.

Later, he went to Tianhehai. It's just as dead there now. A lot different than before. In the inner ring, Meng Hao did not see the ancient boat. He had deep doubts about it. He always remembered that he had seen that boat in the Immortal Ruins.

After walking around, Meng Hao took a deep breath when he returned to the Eastern Land. He understood that he was leaving.

"Little Fatty is in the Ancient Immortal Mausoleum, Senior Brother Chen Fan is in the Yijian Pavilion, and Wang Youcai has gone to Luoyue Lake... Even many of the geniuses that the Ji family has met before have left and returned to the main mountain of the Ji family. Meng Hao murmured softly, these things were told to him by his father.

And those geniuses from various sects who were once active in the Southern Territory are now either dead or leaving. Or the gap between them and Meng Hao was too big, so big that they couldn't see each other anymore.

“It’s time to go.

"Meng Hao walked on the Eastern Land. He felt a little emotional. He walked through mountains and plains, as if he wanted to leave this southern land in his memory. Until this day, Meng Hao walked across a large Eastern Land. By the river, he stopped.

Here, he felt a familiar aura, which was very weak. If Meng Hao hadn't passed by here, it would be difficult to detect it.

"This breath..." Meng Hao looked at the river in front of him. This river can be called the first river in the Eastern Territory, running through most of the Eastern Territory, and its source is the Tianhe Sea.

What makes him strange is that not only is this breath familiar to him, but he is also extremely familiar with it. It is... his own breath!

While Meng Hao was pondering, he followed the guidance of the aura and walked by the river towards the distance. This place was a deserted ridge with no human habitation. Some wild beast excrement could be seen among the surrounding vegetation.

Until Meng Hao saw something on a shallow stall not far away. The moment he saw the thing, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, opened his eyes wide, and stared blankly.

Time seemed to have stopped, the world seemed to no longer move. Everything in Meng Hao's eyes disappeared. Only the things floating on the river, the eternal existence, became the only color in his eyes.

That's a gourd.

A gourd stuck between two rocks, exposed to wind, rain, and river water for countless years. This gourd is almost rotten and dilapidated. It lies there quietly, as if it has been waiting for one day for someone to pick it up. .

Perhaps, without these two stones, the gourd would have floated farther along the river. Perhaps... it would have really floated to the Tang Dynasty.

Meng Hao's body trembled slightly. This gourd looked ordinary, but he would never forget it.

When he was still a scholar, after he failed another scientific examination, he stood on Daqing Mountain, wrote a note with his own hand, stuffed it into a gourd, and threw it into the long river at the foot of the mountain.

That river was said to lead to the Eastern Land, and now Meng Hao had already understood that that river did not lead to the Eastern Land, it only led to the Tianhe Sea.

Over the years, there seems to be a force that makes this gourd float on the Tianhe Sea, all the way to Dongtu, floated into this river, and got stuck here.

Meng Hao stared at the gourd blankly. This familiar aura was emanating from it. He never thought that one day he would see the gourd he threw away again. He originally thought that this gourd was either It sank in the river or the sea, or was picked up by someone.

"I threw it away before I stepped into the practice. Now when I was leaving, I saw it again..." Meng Hao was silent and walked slowly to the gourd. He bent down and picked it up.

The gourd was rotten. Meng Hao held it in his hand and seemed to be able to insert it without much force.

"But...how can it still exist? It's been hundreds of years...it's just an ordinary gourd. It should have dissipated." Meng Hao was silent as he took off the stopper of the gourd. There was some moisture inside, but it was There was no water, so Meng Hao fell down and a note fell down.

Looking at the note, Meng Hao's face showed emotion and reminiscence. He recalled his youth, and recalled his roar and venting after failing the imperial examination in Daqing Mountain.

He also recalled his life in Yunjie County and all the past events there.

Gently, he opened the note. Although the handwriting on it was blurred, Meng Hao still vaguely saw the ambition he wrote back then...

Meng Hao looked at the note and smiled. In his smile, the gourd seemed to no longer carry his wishes and dissipated into ashes. The note also gradually broke in Meng Hao's hand. In the blink of an eye, it also turned into ashes between his fingers. He couldn't catch it and dissipated with the wind.

And the familiar breath that Meng Hao felt also disappeared at this moment.

Meng Hao stood there silently. He didn't speak. Instead, he closed his eyes. Time passed, day by day, and in the blink of an eye, seven days passed. The river was flowing, the sun and the moon were alternating, and birds and beasts came and left by the river around.

Seven days later, Meng Hao opened his eyes, and his eyes showed enlightenment.

"There is a mysterious power in this world..." Meng Hao murmured.

"That is the wish."

"The reason why this ordinary gourd has been preserved until now is because it carries my wish. I am a cultivator. As I become stronger, even my wish back then will still become stronger in the dark.

So it can form the familiar aura. It can make the gourd... survive."

"And the wish I just picked up, which was condensed on this gourd and the paper, is gone, as if it returned to my hands, so they dissipated between heaven and earth."

"Just like the words said by Xie Yixian of the incense path on the arena, incense... condenses the wishes of all living beings in the world, and the practice of this wish is incense."

"Unexpectedly, here, I suddenly realized the power of incense." Meng Hao murmured, looking down at his right hand, and after a moment of silence, he waved his right hand.

As if time had reversed, the ash that had dissipated seven days ago actually reappeared, and in Meng Hao's hand, it turned into the note again, and the gourd that had dissipated also condensed again.

Meng Hao looked calm, put the note back into the gourd, and threw it into the river. Under the flow of the river, the gourd drifted away, getting farther and farther.

"How can a wish disappear when it has not been fulfilled... I don't know how many years later, who will pick up my gourd, which contains my wish... and my breath..." Meng Hao looked at the gourd that was going away, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"It's time to leave." Meng Hao took a deep breath, and when he turned around, his expression showed decisiveness. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky, with a long rainbow whistling, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A day later, in the backyard of the Dongtu family, a huge teleportation array was constructed. This array emitted a faint light. Next to the array, in addition to Meng Hao and his parents, there was also a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was very respectful to Fang Xiufeng and his wife. When he looked at Meng Hao, he was full of emotion and love.

"Hao'er, this is your uncle Nineteen, our father's younger brother." Fang Xiufeng spoke slowly.

Meng Hao clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

The middle-aged man laughed and quickly helped Meng Hao up. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

"Good boy, not bad, not bad. When you return to the family, you have to help Uncle Nineteen take care of my boy. He is idle all day and gives me a headache."

"The Fang family is in Dongsheng Star, which is far away from Nantian Star. With your cultivation, you can't cross the starry sky, and you need to teleport twice on the way, so your sixth uncle came in person to take you all the way back." Fang Xiufeng looked at Meng Hao and spoke seriously. Meng Hao's mother beside him was reluctant to leave, but she understood that Meng Hao's way was in the starry sky, not here.

She could only pack Meng Hao's package. Even though there was a storage bag, she sewed it herself. She also helped Meng Hao pack his clothes. Looking at the grown-up son in front of her, her eyes were filled with tears of parting.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine." Meng Hao said softly.

"Father can't leave Nantianxing. If you are in danger outside, I can't protect you. This crocodile can protect you for a short distance, but it depends on you in the end. If you fall..." Fang Xiufeng looked at Meng Hao and spoke softly. With a wave of his hand, the tamed crocodile shrank and fell into Meng Hao's hand obediently, and got into his sleeve.

"Father will avenge you!" Fang Xiufeng murmured softly.

Meng Hao and the middle-aged man stood in the formation. As the light of the formation slowly shone, Meng Hao looked at his parents outside the formation. His eyes were a little wet. He knelt down to his parents and kowtowed three times.

"Father, mother, I'm leaving... Don't miss me, don't worry, I will come back to see you often."

Boom!

The light of the formation was blazing, and one could vaguely see Meng Hao standing up and disappearing in an instant. Before he disappeared, he waved to his parents.

Meng Hao's mother finally couldn't hold back her tears, staring blankly at Meng Hao disappearing in the light. The worry made her seem much older.

Fang Xiufeng seemed strong, but in fact, at this moment, his eyes were a little blurry.

"The children are grown up, we should let them fly on their own." (To be continued...)

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