Three years passed by in a hurry.

Mengzhi's identity has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was once a young hero who fell into the world of mortals by mistake.

Now he is half the master of the Yujin Gang.

There is no need for him to take action anymore, there are countless spiritual stones and huge treasures of heaven, materials and earth for him to use.

Fudi Spiritual Meridian is even more generous.

Not only the Yujin Gang, but also other Yujia industries and Xianlou operations.

Meng Zhi squinted the jade slip and gold medal in Mosuo's hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

This jade slip records Yu Lingshu's dowry and the property donated by the Yu family, and he does not need to pay anything at all. The Yu family has even prepared the betrothal gift for him.

In fact, Mengzhi knew clearly that although it seemed that he was seeking Jade Lingshu, in fact, he was more like marrying into his wife.

Because he has no place of his own.

I will still live in the Yu family from now on.

It's just that he announced to the outside world that he was getting married, which was considered as saving the face of these young talents.

In the past few years, Yu Haofeng helped him become familiar with the Yu family and got involved in many industrial operations.

Yu Haofeng also advised that these are external things and can be handled by others. They only need to understand clearly and then use these resources to practice and improve their own strength.

This statement is exactly the same as what Master said.

In the past three years, he often went to the Sutra Library to pay his respects.

In fact, he didn't have to do this. The soul-revering flag was on his body. He thought Tushanjun might not be able to see it at any time, but he still felt a little weak in his heart.

He was afraid that the master would not understand him, and he was also afraid that the master would be angry.

He had seen Tushanjun get angry, and the pressure he felt at that time was like a blue sky on his head.

He wanted to stay far away.

I think that time can help dilute conflicts and harmonize ideas.

Standing at the door of the 18th floor of the Sutra Pavilion, a young man wearing a dark gold robe hesitated.

He will come anyway.

So he bravely walked in, raised his hands and said, "Master, my disciple Meng Zhi pays my respects." He bowed and saluted, and quietly waited for the red-haired monk holding the scroll to speak.

The red-haired monk moved the book in front of him, straightened up from lying on his side, and looked at the bowing disciple.

He didn't say anything, but patted the place beside him and said, "Sit down."

Mengzhi carefully sat down on only half of his buttocks.

He didn't understand why he was afraid either.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience.

"Are you all ready?"

"almost."

"No, there's one more thing you're not ready for yet."

"One more thing?" Meng Zhi looked at Tushanjun in surprise.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was no need to make any more preparations. Now everything was clearly arranged and everything was clear, and he was just waiting to get married according to the auspicious time.

"follow me."

Tushanjun stood up.

Meng Zhi immediately stood up and followed Tu Shanjun out of the Sutra Pavilion.

"You don't have to follow me." When he reached the door of the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Zhi casually dismissed the two deities who were guarding the door.

The two men looked at each other and said respectfully: "The superiors have said that if the young master has anything to do, he can ask us to do it. There is no need for the young master to do it himself."

"I'm going out for a walk with my master."

"You don't need to protect me."

The two of them looked at Tushanjun.

They all knew that this was not Tushanjun's spiritual body.

So far, no one has seen the true main soul weapon spirit of the Zunhun Banner.

But no one doubted that the Zunhun Banner could not be beaten.

In the battle in Tuoyue Canyon that year, the main soul of the weapon spirit that did not show up controlled the soul flag to resist Yu Haoming, which was enough for all the cultivators to realize that this treasure could make them invincible at the same level in the realm of transforming gods.

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There was no need for the two monks who were lucky enough to become gods to protect him.

Get out of the ancient city.

Use escape skills to cross the barriers.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Meng Zhi looked startled.

What comes into view is the long main hall.

Four and five bases, each performing its own duties.

No one has been here for a long time, so it inevitably looks empty and lacks the atmosphere of a monk. Meng Zhi Biantou looked at Tu Shanjun and asked, "Why did master bring me here?"

This is the place where he once devoted himself to practice.

It is also the place where Tushanjun himself is buried.

Mengzhi thought that Tushanjun could not wait to get out of the tiger tomb that was about to collapse.

However, he is still completely unable to save the main Horcrux spirit.

Meng Zhi pursed his lips, opened his mouth and said: "The disciple's current cultivation level is not enough..."

The topic changed: "The disciple wants to use the power of the Yu family, but also wants to use the Yu family to improve his own cultivation. When the disciple breaks through and becomes a saint, this predicament can be broken, and the master can be rescued from danger."

Tu Shanjun chuckled and said, "It's good that you have this heart."

Tu Shanjun brought Meng Zhi to Hu Tomb, not to remind Hu Tomb.

If he wanted to get out of the Tiger Tomb, he could do it on his own. What he wanted to do more was to refine the evil energy of the Tiger Tomb and help the Soul Banner advance into a holy weapon, so that the cultivation of the main soul weapon spirit could advance to the holy level.

Originally, he was worried that Meng Zhi's cultivation was insufficient and his state of mind was unstable, so he did not have the ability to absorb the evil spirit and Yin Shen's advancement.

Now that the words were on his lips, Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

It's a big event, so it's better not to cause any complications. No one knows that the Soul Reverend Banner can be advanced, which is actually a good thing.

Tushanjun can calmly and slowly groom the tiger's grave.

If Meng Zhi can defeat the Saint by his own ability, it will be a good thing for him.

With a saint in charge, it will be easier to survive the disaster.

"Let's go."

The array opens.

Tu Shanjun took the lead.

Although Meng Zhi was confused, he still followed.

He knew that the master might be an old man, but he would definitely not harm him. It was just that he was too self-willed and self-willed. It happened that he, Meng Zhi, was not a person who liked to be controlled by others.

Even if the other person is his elder, he doesn't want to do this.

Moreover, Master is born divine.

Even if you are extremely sane and cunning, it is impossible to truly understand the difficulties of life.

It’s been a long time.

Tiger Tomb.

There is a tall monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform above the Tiger Palm Pond.

The tall monk slowly opened his eyes.

The black and red eyes are like the dark stars in the blue sky and abyss.

"Master!"

Meng Zhi knelt on the ground.

If Tushanjun, who descended on the old dragon, seemed to be an old practitioner, then when Meng Zhi saw the soul of Tushanjun, he seemed to have seen a natural fairy sitting high up in the sky, overlooking the world of mortals.

, all living beings in the world.

It was as if the Tiger Tomb could not trap him at all, it was just a temporary dojo for him to visit.
To be continued...