Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The night is still deep, and the moonlight is like water, pouring on the earth, with a hint of paleness in the coldness.

In the Yangwu camp, teams of powerful and powerful guards were wearing heavy armor and holding weapons. Under the illumination of bright lanterns from all sides, they patrolled the camp as usual. There are unscrupulous people sneaking in and stealing secrets.

If you have a top-down panoramic view, you can find that under the arrangements of Meng Zhao, Linghu Rui, Dou Xi and others, patrol personnel have been deployed throughout the camp, and the shift changes are also Accurate calculations are performed to ensure seamless connection, making the entire Yangwu military camp's defense system excellent.

In the large tent of the Chinese army, Meng Zhao held a volume of military literature and sat behind the desk, reading it carefully and immersed himself in it.

He was wearing black brocade clothes and a fiery red coat with smooth fur, made from the skin of some ferocious beast. He looked majestic and noble.

Meng Zhao has never slacked off when it comes to studying. Not to mention the chicken soup literature that was flying all over the streets in his previous life. Later, it became a meme on the Internet, which made him unforgettable.

In today's world and era, in order to climb up, to protect himself, and to strengthen himself, Meng Zhao is diligently learning new knowledge and skills to broaden his horizons and consolidate his foundation.

Martial arts is indeed the foundation, but apart from martial arts, not everything is useless. You can't live in a world where it's all about fighting and killing, and being caught in the flames of war every day, that would be too boring.

Therefore, Meng Zhao sometimes plays Go, learns flower arrangement, and occasionally learns to play from a few men who are proficient in musical instruments. Although it is just for fun, it can be regarded as a kind of relaxation.

Among them, learning the art of war was the most important thing for Meng Zhao besides martial arts.

Because this is still a very valuable knowledge and skill, to some extent, it can be compared with martial arts.

With the power of the military formation, it is not impossible for him to rebel against the Grandmaster now. It is definitely a high-level power.

When Zhou Hu came to pay homage, his expression was very relaxed, and the beard on his face was neatly groomed, Meng Zhao knew that the matter had been done.

After a few inquiries, I found that nothing unexpected happened and everything went smoothly, even too smoothly.

There were three sets of expected plans that he had prepared before, and they were all for emergencies. Therefore, there was no chance to develop them, so he asked Zhou Hu to bring Wang Xu, the leader of the Jingshan bandits, into the big tent, and he wanted to interrogate him personally.

As for the other Jingshan bandits, Meng Zhao asked Dou Xi and Gao Yue to deal with them. They were both scholars and had different ideas. Compared to Gao Yue, who was relatively honest, Dou Xi was more sophisticated.

After Meng Zhao laid so much groundwork, if he still couldn't find any useful information, it could only be said that Dou Xi was just showing up, so he could get out.

Soon, Zhou Hu brought Wang Xu, who was still unable to move, to the tent.

Because Wang Xu could not move now and was as stiff as a stone, Zhou Hu pulled him in by the skirt of his clothes.

He didn't treat Wang Xu very gently. He threw it to the ground with a thud. After bowing respectfully, he wisely exited the tent, but he didn't stay away. Instead, he acted as a temporary guard in front of him.

Seeing the bearded man walking out of the camp, he also lowered the curtain.

Meng Zhao put down the military book in his hand and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, making a dull but clear sound.

Boom!

A strange wave was transmitted, and the invisible force swept over Wang Xu who fell to the ground.

Instantly, the terrifying power within his body was dissolved and dispersed into the air.

The chains that looked like tattoos on Wang Xu's body disappeared like the ebbing tide, no longer bound.

Wang Xu came to his senses with a jolt, jumped up from the ground, and immediately saw Meng Zhao, who was looking at him with a mysterious smile.

It is not scary or intimidating, but has a heroic cheerfulness and vitality.

However, Wang Xu's reaction was unusually excited.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, sweat gathered into beads on his broad and full forehead, and fell down Wang Xu's face and chin to his dirty and oily clothes.

His thick lips trembled, his eyes were weak, and a pair of strong palms that could kill a liger were hanging helplessly on both sides of his body. His thighs were faintly fluttering, and his whole person looked weak.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly and spoke proactively, seemingly very kindly, but he was indeed a little strange in his heart.

He had never seen the other party before, and for the same reason, the other party had not seen him either. The other party had such a big reaction despite deliberately restraining his aura. It can only be said that he is very smart.

Wang Xu's body tensed up, his feet went weak, and he almost knelt down in front of Meng Zhao. Fortunately, he had a sense of arrogance in his heart and was not so weak. He forced a smile and said,

"Afraid, of course I'm afraid. The general's divine appearance is like a living immortal god. There are few people in the past and present who can compare with him.

How can I not be afraid when I suddenly see a divine person like you? "

Hey, he's a licker all the time. When he comes up to Meng Zhao, he just flatters her. He wants to lie in front of Meng Zhao and lick the soles of his shoes.

If those brothers from the Jingshan bandits were to see him, they would probably be ridiculed.

He was once a big boss and a figure, but now he is so humble. Isn't the contrast sharp?

But Wang Xu also had his own considerations.

He may not have a clear understanding of others, but he knows very well how powerful he is.

His martial arts cultivation, extremely rich and superior fighting experience, and keen ability to control aircraft, he is definitely a top-notch innate master.

Using a horizontal comparison, compared with Meng Zhao's younger brother Niu Dali, he may be a few points weaker, but not much weaker.

Although there are many people like him in Dayong, they are definitely not ones that just any cat or dog can ride on.

You can roar proudly and make some noise wherever you go.

But for a strong man like himself, how could he not be afraid of being manipulated?

He knew better that his capture had nothing to do with the bearded man. If the two of them really fought, they would not be able to determine the outcome with just a few dozen moves.

Therefore, the one who actually took action, that is, the one who struck out the Buddha's palm, was most likely the young man in front of him.

Isn't that asking for death if he shames someone who can defeat him with one move?

Furthermore, he also vaguely guessed Meng Zhao's identity.

Yes, Wang Xu was controlled by Meng Zhao's methods before. His true energy and vitality were sealed, and he looked like a living dead. But after all, he was not a real living dead. He was aware of the outside world and could You can hear what people outside are saying.

Based on what I heard before, combined with what I see now.

As long as you are not really stupid, you can guess that this is the popular and popular General Yangwu, the Dragon King of Northern Meng, Meng Zhao!