In the blink of an eye, it was March.

In the past three months, as Wang Meng expected, although he did not manage the affairs of the gang on the surface, several smart incense masters had already approached him and obtained his support, intending to divide a better territory and more benefits in the gang.

Wang Meng also promoted these incense masters who were close to him as the hall masters, and let several people check and balance each other.

He practiced martial arts and practiced Buddhism, followed inaction and ruled.

At this time, a magnificent temple also rose from the ground. It can be seen that Jiang's family did have great blood when building this temple.

Under the witness of many people, Wang Meng shook the mo's running script and wrote the name - Jinshan Temple.

"The family lineage of the Sa family has always been practicing evading the world, but I don't make jokes about it. The family has always had six senses that are not clean, and wine and meat are indispensable."

"It is wine and meat that passes through the intestines and keeps it in the Buddha's heart, and if you can't escape from the world or you can't do it, you will enter the world to practice!"

In this way, under the witness of representatives sent by Jiang and Huo, Wang Meng set up a place to integrate into the Ru'an martial arts world.

By becoming the host of Jinshan Temple, Wang Meng can also slowly start cultivating the core disciples of the Wusheng Sect.

With Jinshan Temple as the core and Hongshui Gang as the periphery, a simple shelf can be considered completed.

This framework is clear, and no one would have thought that this would have something to do with the teaching of Wusheng.

At this time, in Jinshan Temple, Wang Meng was holding a ring knife in his hand, recalling the Abidao sword technique in his mind, and then slashed out with one knife.

In an instant, the demonic energy was overwhelming, and Wang Meng's eyes even turned red, and he felt crazy all over his body.

The knife intention gradually spread and the air exploded.

A deep trace that could reach three inches appeared on the Smoke Phoenix Stone ten feet away.

The Smoke Stone is an extremely special stone, extremely hard. This is specially found by Wang Meng to use to detect the depth of his own strength.

It is difficult for masters of the same realm to leave too many traces.

But as soon as the Abidao sword was released, three inches of marks were left. This was a sword that had reached the level of a master.

It's worthy of being a magic knife!

The dream butterfly method suddenly moved, and the cool mind power spread like autumn waves, gradually calming down the madness in my heart.

Wang Meng's eyes gradually calmed down, and she let out a breath of turbid air. She felt the true energy in her body being pumped up, and she immediately sighed, "It's worthy of being the Demon Sword, the Three Swords of Hell."

This Abidao sword technique has three swords in total. According to legend, it is the sword technique that kills evil demons after the Buddha became a demon and hell.

Of course, there is no such fantasy in fact, but the true meaning of the demonic Taoism is extremely crazy and violent, and most people cannot suppress it.

When Wang Yuelian handed over this sword technique to Wang Meng, she told him to pay attention to the dangers.

It is best to absorb some of the essence of it, not to be addicted to it.

This knife technique has extremely high requirements for the mind and nature.

If it weren't for the dream butterfly technique, Wang Meng wouldn't dare to try it.

"But then again, although this sword technique makes people lose their minds, it is really amazing."

"I have the suppression of the Dream Butterfly Art, but I can use it as a killer weapon when necessary."

It can only be regarded as a killer weapon. If one sword kills the true energy, the next sword will inevitably be impotence.

Of course, Wang Meng had more ideas in his mind to integrate this magic knife into his sword technique, but this is not a small project, so he can only take it slowly.

...

In Nanyu Mansion, Wang Yuelian received a letter from Wang Meng. When she saw the narration in it, she immediately burst into laughter.

"Last time I was a Taoist priest, this time I was a monk again. Could it be a eunuch next time? This brat is simply going to take the path of the original Virgin Mary again."

Looking at the various operation procedures in the letter, Wang Yuelian pondered for a while and then nodded.

"It's a good idea. Putting everything on the surface is even more suspicious."

"I didn't misread the person. I put on the shelf in such a short time."

Imagining Wang Meng's appearance at the moment, Wang Yuelian smiled immediately: "I'll have to go there in a few days and see if this kid looks like a bald donkey."

...

Chaozhou Prefecture, in the southern Hunan water.

A small sailboat floated among the waves, and a middle-aged man in ancient clothes sat cross-legged in the boat with his eyes closed and wandered with the river.

The waves around were obviously very large, and the boat seemed to be a boat that looked like a broken leaf, floating.

But the man sat very steadily, and the surrounding world seemed to have no effect on him.

I don’t know how long it took, the storm in the sky rose and fell, and the stars alternated.

The man sat cross-legged all the time, without eating or drinking water. If he hadn't had his melodious breathing still, he would have thought that this was a mummy.

It was another dusk, and the man finally opened his eyes, only to see that there was no divine light in his eyes, everything was so ordinary.

His eyes are plain, his facial features are the same, and his clothes are even more so.

Maybe he was an ordinary person.

The man murmured: "It's time to go back."

As he said that, the man immediately stepped out of the boat, stood barefoot in the river, stepping out step by step.

There were still waves on the river surface, but every step of the man was calm.

He walked very slowly, and every step was clearly visible, but in the blink of an eye, the man's figure disappeared on the river.

Above the river, there are dozens of tall ships and hundreds of ships, and countless flags are flying on them - Sick!

Sick flag!

Everyone in the martial arts world should know the meaning of it - Cao Gang!

It is the Cao Gang under the eight major gangs in the world.

The man's figure appeared. He was clearly on the river surface for the moment before, hundreds of meters away, but as he stepped out the next step, he suddenly appeared on the tall ship tower.

He is tall and stands on the sail.

Countless gang members with yellow turbans tied on their heads looked at the tall figure.

His eyes were full of excitement and heat, and he knelt on the ground and called in unison.

"Gourmet to the leader!"

"Gourmet to the leader!"

If it weren't for seeing it with my own eyes, no one would have thought that this man, who was so ordinary, would have been the leader of the Cao Gang - Qing Qianqiu.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Bing Qianqiu's eyes remained unchanged. He took another step and went straight into the boat building.

At this time, inside the boat building, a young man with a face as jade, wearing a golden crown and a golden carp robe looked heroic and a heroic young man clasped his fists slightly at Bing Qianqiu.

"Father!"

Bing Qianqiu nodded slightly and glanced at the young man again.

It was obviously a plain look, but in an instant, the young man felt that his whole body was seen through.

Jian Qianqiu said lightly: "The entrance to the entrance is connected with fortune, and there is still progress. Don't be dragged down by a person's reputation as the third in the list."

The young man immediately spoke solemnly: "I understand."
Chapter completed!