Two months passed, and on this day, a roar that shook the surroundings suddenly came from the deep mountain where Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged. In this roar, wild beasts in the mountain scattered in all directions. Outside Meng Hao's cave, a large stone that was cut by him collapsed and exploded.

As the gravel splashed, Meng Hao's figure walked out of the cave. He had long hair draped over his shoulders and a long essay gown. His eyes were shining like lightning. An unspeakable temperament spread across his body, as if there was a scent of fragrance spreading.

His face was filled with joy. He was standing outside the cave at this moment, closing his eyes for a while and laughing loudly. The laughter echoed around him, and the frightened beasts ran away again.

"Eighth level of Qi Condensation!" Meng Hao clenched his fists, and the light in his eyes shone. If it were at night, it would definitely look brighter.

For more than two months, he has been in seclusion here. The tension and crisis at the beginning slowly dissipated with the passage of time. He slowly practiced with all his heart. With more than 10,000 spirit stones and a large number of elixirs, Meng Hao began to seclusion for a long time.

He is unwilling to keep himself in crisis. Only by constantly becoming stronger can he make fewer and fewer people who can threaten him step by step.

"I want to be a strong man, there is no other reason, I just want to be a strong man!" Meng Hao stood outside the cave and took a deep breath of the mountain, with firmness in his eyes.

Although he was a scholar and studied Confucianism, three years were enough to change some of his inner self. After experiencing a series of things, Meng Hao was no longer the state of mind of the past, but the persistence in his character gradually revealed.

This persistence is reflected in his persistence after failing the exam, in his struggles in the backing sect, in his resistance when facing Wang Tengfei, and in this moment, in his expectations for the future.

If a person wants to become stronger, if he wants to get rich and rich, this is a dream. There is no reason. If he really says that he is afraid of being poor or being weak, so he wants to become stronger and become rich. This is the nature of human beings that Meng Hao understands.

"Life burns endlessly, it is called prosperity, like life is self-reliant, and you are unwilling to bow your head." Meng Hao raised his head. He thought of the arrogant and arrogant person outside the Kuangshan Sect, the indifference of the indifference of killing himself by raising his hand at will, and the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist protector beside Wang Tengfei.

"My parents have disappeared since I was a child. If I had not had the heart to be self-reliant, I would not have lived now. I would have given up on myself long ago. If I had no intention of self-reliant, I would not have become an inner disciple. Self-reliant and persistence are my future path." Meng Hao exhaled a long breath, raised his right hand and swung his sleeves, and immediately a black light flew out, turning into a black nail. As soon as the nail appeared, the black light shone brightly and headed straight for a rock in the distance.

With a bang, the rocks, which were more than two feet high, collapsed and split into pieces. A large amount of black ice appeared on the collapsed gravel. When they landed, even the ground was emitting cold air.

Meng Hao looked satisfied. With a move of his right hand, the black nail flew back directly. Meng Hao swung his palm again, and then a colorful light swept around. The sixteen feathers flew out. When he turned around, Meng Hao pointed his right hand and immediately dispersed directly with a bang.

Sixteen rays of light scattered and circled around. They were sixteen feathers. They were like flying swords in the air, bringing out a sharp meaning. With Meng Hao's right hand, the sixteen feathers went straight to Meng Hao, and quickly surrounded his body, not airtight, and could form various forms with his spiritual power.

After a while, the sixteen feathers turned into treasure fans again and fell into Meng Hao's hands.

"It's a pity that the spirit stone is not enough. The bronze mirror is too consuming spirit stones. It takes 100 spirit stones to copy a earth spirit pill. That's fine. However, the Tianling Pill used to copy the eighth level of Qi Condensation actually requires 500 spirit stones to copy one.

This price is too high..." Meng Hao frowned immediately when he thought of the spirit stone. There was only a few more than 10,000 spirit stones left at this moment. He could break through from the seventh level of Qi Condensation to the eighth level in two months. Meng Hao swallowed more than eighty earth spirit pills, and almost every day he had to swallow one or two before he could enter the eighth level of Qi Condensation.

"The further you practice, the more spiritual power you need." Meng Hao murmured, glanced at the storage bag, where there were five pills of the Tianling Pill inside, but he had swallowed one before and found that if you want to reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation, you would need at least about one hundred and fifty pills to look like.

"In addition to the reasons why spiritual power is needed, is it also related to the fact that I have swallowed too many pills, which has caused my body to repel the pills?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, unable to confirm, but according to his calculations, if there were no Tianling Pill, the number of other pills would be needed more.

"One hundred and fifty heavenly spirit pills...equivalent to more than 70,000 spirit stones... Otherwise, it would take a long time to make up for it. But I am of ordinary qualifications and have more time..." Meng Hao sighed secretly when he thought of this, and felt that his storage bag was shriveled.

There were three large spirit stones in his storage bag, but Meng Hao dared not use them. As he practiced for a longer time, he felt that his replicating wooden sword back then was too reckless. This large spirit stone must be no ordinary, otherwise it would be impossible to replicate the Jade-Slaying Blood Crystal.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, this big spirit stone cannot be used, and it may be of better use in the future." Meng Hao made up his mind, and his body shook into a long rainbow, and the light of the treasure fan under his feet lingered, heading straight to the distance.

Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and the spiritual energy in his body moved, and the light of the treasure fan under his feet disappeared, becoming dull and not surprisingly. Meng Hao was relieved and whistled away.

"A few months have passed, the disciples of Ziyun Sect should have left." Meng Hao was cautious all the way and thought secretly until he left the deep mountain. Looking up at the distance, Meng Hao remembered that this direction should be approaching the capital of Zhao State.

This was once the second place after the Dongtu Tang Dynasty in his dream. Looking back at this moment, Meng Hao felt emotion in his heart. After three years of imperial examinations and three years of failure, Meng Hao was not qualified to come to the capital for the final exam, but now it is another three years. He is no longer a scholar and has become a monk.

When he was about to approach the capital of Zhao State, Meng Hao no longer slid from time to time, but walked on the official road with his long hair tied up and his long robe made him look like he was still like a scholar. His short figure back then was much taller now, and his body has become more and more slender in his practice in recent years. Although his skin is still a little dark, he looks very energetic and full of temperament.

It was already a trance. In March, snowflakes would sometimes fall for Zhao State. At this moment, as Meng Hao walked away, the snowflakes gradually fell in the sky covered by dusk.

It soon sprinkled on the earth, looking like a layer of white clothes on the entire earth.

The snow fell on Meng Hao's hair, but did not melt, but floated there, and might leave as the wind blew.

The surroundings are not quiet. The closer they are to the capital of Zhao, the more carriages appear. At this moment, behind Meng Hao, there is a carriage, which is speeding rapidly, as if they have missed the time when the city gate is closed.

When passing by Meng Hao, snowflakes were raised, and the curtain of the carriage was blown a little by the wind, revealing a scholar studying inside.

Meng Hao glanced at the scholar with a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to appear in his eyes as if he was studying a few years ago. He was obviously only twenty years old, but at this moment, Meng Hao felt that his heart seemed to be getting older.

Just as he sighed, the carriage stopped in front and the cover curtain was lifted. The scholar inside seemed to look back. When Meng Hao approached, the scholar walked off the carriage and bowed to Meng Hao with his fists.

"Brother Tai also went to Zhao's capital to take the imperial examination?"

"I had the dream of being high in my early years of study, but now I have dispersed. I just want to go and take a look at the Tang Building." Meng Hao hurriedly returned the greeting.

"It's a pity that my brother is very handsome and thought he might be the same age as the same age. Why should I give up my career?" The scholar looked about the same age as Meng Hao, and spoke with regret at this moment.

Meng Hao shook his head and said nothing.

"Forget it, it's so fast that the road is hard to walk. If it's too late, I'm afraid I won't get into the city. I might as well be with me, or I can still have time to enter the city." The scholar also looked at the appearance of Scholar Meng Hao and invited me with a smile.

Meng Hao looked at the sky, then looked at the scholar again, thanked him with his fists, and got on the carriage with the other party.

There was a copper furnace in the carriage, which was burning inside, which dispelled the cold outside. It also showed that the scholar's family was rich and there was an old man driving outside. All of this showed many details.

Especially the old man bowed his head with a hat, his hands were very joints, and he could tell at first glance that he had some skills.

"Little student Zheng Yong, brother, don't be restrained. You and I are both scholars, so we should help each other outside." Zheng Yong softened his hands and said with a smile.

"I am here to thank Brother Zheng." Meng Hao smiled and said, his eyes fell on the book beside Zheng Yong, with the words "Book of Rites" written on it, which was ancient and ancient. At first glance, it was not the copying, but an ancient book.

"Secretly Meng?" Zheng Yong immediately looked upright, and he was inconvenient in the carriage, but he also held his fists and bowed.

"It turns out that it is Li Ren's surname. After Qingfu, Zheng was disrespectful in his car. I hope Brother Meng will forgive me."

"Brother Zheng doesn't have to do this. He is just a surname. His ancestors are brilliant and he is descendants. However, he has failed the exam repeatedly and is extremely ashamed." Meng Hao bowed his fists and returned the salute, and the two sat down again.

"Brother Meng's words are wrong. This surname is born in the past and passed down to ancient times. Even after Qingfu, even if he did not complete the imperial examination, as long as he is kind and polite, he will be a great scholar's life." Zheng Yong spoke seriously.

"Brother Zheng, what is Confucianism?" Meng Hao was silent. After a moment, he looked up, looked at the scholar in front of him, and said calmly.

"Only the rituals and music, benevolence and righteousness, loyalty and forgiveness, and the doctrine of the mean can one become a Confucian scholar." Zheng Yong spoke immediately without thinking.

Meng Hao didn't say anything, watching the snowflakes floating in when the curtains on the outside of the window were lifted, and a faint sound came from a long time.

"What is life again?" Meng Hao asked.

"Life?" Zheng Yong was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and did not speak immediately.

The carriage was quiet, only the sound of wind and snow outside sobbing. Meng Hao raised his right hand and stretched out the cover curtain. Slowly, snowflakes fell in his hands.

"This snow can only appear in winter. It can only live in the cold wind, so this mid-winter is its life." Meng Hao spoke softly, and when he took the snowflakes back with his right hand, he brought the snowflakes to the copper stove. You can see the snowflakes melting rapidly, becoming water, flowing in Meng Hao's palm lines.

"Snow can only live in winter. When it is close to fire, it will die. This is also its life. No matter how long it is for summer, it... can only go far away.

The snow became water in my palm, because this is not its world..." Meng Hao raised his right hand and waved the water droplets in his hand outside the carriage. Suddenly, the water droplets outside became snow again in the world that the scholar could not see.

Zheng Yong was stunned, his expression was at a loss until the carriage entered the city gate, and Meng Hao's voice came out faintly.

"Thank you, Brother Zheng, for accompanying you all the way. Meng Hao bowed his fists, got up and walked out of the carriage, stepped on the snow, and gradually walked into the streets.

"I yearn for summer, but I can only survive in the winter snow, and I can only go away silently... Is this the life of snow?" Zheng Yong looked at Meng Hao's back in the distance, murmured, got off the carriage for a long time, and bowed deeply in the direction of Meng Hao's departure.

In the cold wind, his figure was gradually covered by snowflakes, but he understood that when he returned to the carriage, the snow on his body would die. He would never forget today's scene in his life. Until many years later, when he became a great scholar in Zhao State, he would sometimes raise his hand in the winter wind and snow, watching the snow in his palm slowly turn into water, and silently think of the scholar named Meng Hao several years ago, on a snowy night.

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