When Mr. Meng heard this, he glared at him and wanted to scold him, but he didn't dare to do so. He just took Meng Xuan's hand and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Meng Xuan smiled bitterly, ignored the aunt and followed her father in.

However, he knew that Mr. Meng was born to be afraid of his wife. When his biological mother was alive, he was afraid of his mother. Later, his biological mother passed away, and he was afraid of Aunt Shi. Moreover, in recent years, the son born to Aunt Shi, his elder brother, had grown up and started to take over the family business. Aunt Shi's power became even stronger, but Mr. Meng did not dare to scold her.

Of course, there was a little guilt in this "dare". After Meng Xuan's biological mother passed away, Mr. Meng should have helped Aunt Shi upright, but Mr. Meng didn't know what evil he had committed and insisted on doing this. It has been delayed for more than ten years. In the first few years, Aunt Shi still made trouble from time to time, but now, she never mentioned this matter. She really gave up.

However, when talking about this Aunt Shi’s style, Meng Xuan just sneered.

He knew that although Aunt Shi gave birth to an elder brother, she was just a family. If we talk about it, she was the legitimate son and the serious family heir. Aunt Shi was afraid that he would steal the property, so she disliked him since she was a child. Later, he went to practice immortality, which was better. After all, an immortal cultivator would not care about the property of the world, but unexpectedly, seven years later, Meng Xuan came back.

I believe that Aunt Shi now wants to drive herself out of the house immediately!

"Where is the big brother?"

Meng Xuan asked casually.

Mr. Meng sighed and said, "I've gone to collect rent outside the city. No matter who he is, let's have a drink first!"

At this time, the Xiao family was holding a banquet to celebrate Xiao Yufei's official becoming a true disciple. Almost all the well-known figures in Sixiang City have gone. Those who cannot get rid of themselves will also send people to send gifts. It can be said that the city is crowded and lively. Meng Xuan of the Meng family was apart from the Immortal Sect. This is not a good thing, so naturally he will not have a banquet. He just celebrated the second young master's return at home. However, even this celebration was awkward and awkward.

Meng Xuan knew this, but he didn't say it out loud. After practicing the Immortal Art of Serious Illness, his eyes were already very long-term, so he naturally would not stick to these trivial matters. This time he returned to Sixiang City, in fact, he was also preparing to see his father, and then he was about to leave and go to the world of Daqian. It was different from Xiao Yufei. He called it a visit to relatives, but in fact he wanted money when he went home.

Meng Xuan can refine diseases into pills, but Xiao Yufei can only buy spiritual medicine and divine mines.

After drinking two pots of wine with my father and chatting about trivial matters, Meng Xuan took the excuse of being tired and went back to his room to rest.

It was his previous room, and it was cleaned without any change.

When he sat on the bed, he told his servants not to disturb him, so he sat cross-legged.

When his palm spread out, a trace of black air appeared from his palm and was twisted. It was the diseased aura on Master Leng's body.

Under the refining of Meng Xuan's Immortal Art of Symptoms, the black air gradually became smaller and rotated continuously, and finally turned into a round black pill. Although it was transformed from the disease air, it looked like it was real.

Then Meng Xuan sighed with satisfaction, and a dragon head was transformed into a surrounding essence, swallowing the second-class disease pill.

"Boom..."

The disease pill entered the body and immediately turned into rolling essence and energy, rushing into the true energy.

At this time, Meng Xuan's essence had reached a bottleneck. With this essence, it immediately changed. It rolled like a dragon. It first wandered around his body, and finally lurked in the true energy.

"call out……"

Meng Xuan opened his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw his eyes shining brightly, which was extremely amazing.

"The seventh level of true qi finally broke through..."

Meng Xuan felt the true energy in his body rolling, as if he was about to fly up. He closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the pleasure of this breakthrough.

The so-called true qi is the first qi that is sucked into the body at the moment when a person is born.

The predecessors called this breath the true original qi of the natal world, referred to as the true qi for short.

This breath determines a person's strength, life and wisdom. The practice mentioned by the world is actually to practice this breath, using all the methods to make this breath grow stronger.

For example, a warrior refines this breath by tempering his body.

This is the truth that the warriors call "practice and breathing".

Taoism, however, absorbs spiritual energy from heaven and earth through meditation and breathing, replenishes this breath, or refines magic pills, and after taking it, absorbs spiritual energy from it to nourish this breath.

There are also Buddhist Confucian scholars who understand the truth and understand the truth through wisdom, and cultivate this tone.

Thousands of methods and thousands of mysterious techniques are actually just for this tone.

"Through the cultivation of sick energy, we have accumulated merits and improved our cultivation. It's really amazing..."

Meng Xuanping recovered the boiling true energy in his body and sighed softly. He couldn't help but think of his master.

If there is no master, I am afraid that even if he leaves the Immortal Sect, he will be only the lowest level disciple, right?

But his master, shortly after he died of illness, was cut off by people from other peaks except for their reputations and even his inheritance.

For those who practice immortals, breaking the inheritance is like an ordinary family breaking the descendants.

"Hmph, as long as I am still there, the inheritance of the master will not be broken. Since Qingcongshan is apart from the name of our Shuwang Peak, I will separate the inheritance of Shuwang Peak. Sooner or later, those greedy villains will pay the price..."

Meng Xuan secretly swore in his heart that he decided to use this method to vent his anger on his master.

"Don't think about these things for now, otherwise it will disrupt my state of mind. The most important thing now is to practice. Since my cultivation level has broken another level today, I will try to practice it as a second seal method..."

Meng Xuan felt disordered when he thought of his master's affairs. He knew that this was not good for his practice, so he suppressed himself and decided to focus on cultivation. After all, no matter what he wanted to do in the future, he would rely on his own strength.

"The Great Sorrow Seal..."

Meng Xuan combined his hands and began to pinch a fantasy and mysterious seal technique with his ten fingers.

As he pinched the seal technique, the essence around his body began to fluctuate and change, and a demonic sound suddenly sounded.

"puff……"

Just as the seal was about to be pinched, Meng Xuan's face suddenly changed, his essence dissipated instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It's still not possible. Although my true energy has broken another layer, it is still not enough to practice the second seal method..."

Meng Xuan frowned.

The main body of the Immortal Art of Major Illness He practiced was nine seals, each of which was of unparalleled use. Now he has only practiced the first seal, which is the Seal of Major Illness. This seal includes methods such as drawing disease energy from the sick person's body and refining it into a major disease pill for himself to swallow.

The second seal, called the Great Ai Seal, although Meng Xuan has reached the seventh level of true qi, he still cannot form it.

"Forget it, I can't force it, so I'd better practice the gain and cultivation!" Meng Xuan sighed in his heart.

Early the next morning, Meng Xuan got up and slowly punched the yard. He wanted to pay his respects to his father, but found that his father had not yet gotten up, so he had to go back to the room first. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a bowl of steaming tofu on the table.

"Who put this tofu?"

When Meng Xuan saw this bowl of tofu, he couldn't help but feel moved and went out to ask the servants at home.

"It was Miss Qiao in the alley next door who asked someone to send it in early in the morning..."

The servant said with a smile, looking like a scathing eyebrow.

"You smile..."

Meng Xuan kicked the servant angrily and amusedly and returned to the room.

He slowly picked up the bowl of tofu, which was tender and smooth, with green scallion and red spicy food, and the taste was very familiar.

After eating, he picked up a bowl, picked up a few bags of snacks at home, and went to the alley next door.

From a distance, I saw a girl in a thick linen skirt busy. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and beautiful. She smiled sweetly when she saw everyone. She had a beautiful look in every move, which was somewhat inconsistent with her place. Seeing this, Meng Xuan couldn't help but sigh, thinking that she would do her best to help Xiao Qiao when she came back this time.

This little Qiao girl, named Qiao Yueer, was Meng Xuan's playmate when she was a child. At that time, the Qiao family had not yet fallen. The two could be said to be childhood sweethearts. However, later, Qiao Yueer's father once left the city and was hunting monsters from Heimu Mountain. He took him away, leaving behind two daughters, Mrs. Qiao and Qiao Yueer. Qiao Yueer was still young at that time, but Mrs. Qiao didn't know how to manage it. In addition, the creditor came to the door, and after a while, the family business was completely ruined. Mrs. Qiao had to open this tofu shop to make a living.

At that time, Meng Xuan often came to eat tofu brain, and his relationship with Qiao Yue'er was not unfamiliar.

This time he saw the tofu brain on the table, he knew that it must have been sent by Qiao Yue'er.

When he was chatting with Mr. Meng last night, he already knew that Mrs. Qiao had fallen ill three years ago. Now all the work in the tofu shop is managed by Qiao Yueer. Of course, Mr. Meng often helps him privately when he thinks about his old love.

"Boss, come and have a bowl of tofu brain..."
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