Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

They finally understood that they did not have the ability to bargain with the outside world. Sometimes when faced with some old swindlers, they would have to help others count their money after being sold, so they still had to give Meng Zhao a certain degree of support.

Especially when facing the rebels, this kind of support can be maximized, and it is not impossible for them to be ranked last. In short, it is all for the Danchi clan.

Meng Zhao also smiled after receiving a positive answer. This time, he showed no trace of performance and was happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as He Xin is willing to work hard, success is actually not far away.

In fact, if the uncle and nephew of the Ji family hadn't messed things up too badly before, the possibility of success would have been even greater.

After three drinks and five dishes, He Xin looked at Meng Zhao, hesitated, and then took the initiative,

"When I return to my base, I would like to ask Brother Lu to come with me to persuade me to go to the peak. Is it possible?"

This request cannot be said to be rude, but it is also rather abrupt. At least the uncles and nephews of the Ji family are a little hesitant.

One man followed He Xin to the rebel camp. If this was a trap, an opportunity to pull out a nail, wouldn't it have harmed Meng Zhao?

However, from a logical point of view, they have been tirelessly sending envoys to show their goodwill. Now that they have made the decision to surrender to each other, they have also put forward two seemingly very harsh conditions. If they don't even have this bit of sincerity, this matter may not be possible. The chances of it being done are slim.

Sincerity is reflected. If there is only asking but no giving, how can sincerity come from?

Before Meng Zhao could reply, Ji Zhenyun blurted out,

"How about this? Lao He and I will return to the base and meet with your superior to explain the situation."

As the leader of the clan, his safety is actually the first priority, because the Danchi clan needs him to be at the helm.

He shouldn't be the one to do such a dangerous thing. If Meng Zhao doesn't go and lets Ji Rufeng take his place, it can show his sincerity.

In terms of status, Ji Rufeng is both his nephew and the future clan leader of the Danchi Ji family. He has this value and has a convincing influence.

But, after all, this was his nephew and the future of his Danchi clan. He couldn't just send Ji Rulin out because he was worried about Meng Zhao's safety.

That's why he wanted to go there in person. The head of the clan would be a representative, which was enough to express his sincerity.

When Ji Rulin heard this, he immediately reacted and said excitedly,

"Uncle, you are the leader of the clan and shoulder the important responsibilities of the clan. How can you be in danger? Let me go."

Meng Zhao was a little moved when he saw the two uncles and nephews fighting over each other. No matter what the purpose was, it was a reality that the two of them were doing it for his own good. He could only advise,

"Father-in-law, Brother Lin, since I proposed this matter and am responsible for the negotiations, if I want to go, of course I have to go.

As for safety, you don’t need to worry. Even if there are thousands of armies, I can come and go freely. "

He Xin looked at the performance of the three people, especially Meng Zhao's self-confidence that filled his body again and again, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Haha, the three of you don't have to fight. Since I invited you, I must have the intention of protecting you and will not harm you.

However, at this time, I can't help but become curious about Brother Lu's martial arts, and I wonder if I can open my eyes. "

Before, Ji Rulin said that he was defeated by this Lu Yang with one move. He also said that he was powerful in martial arts and unscrupulous, praising him as if he were a flower.

He Xin could not help but mutter in his heart, does this pretty boy really have such shocking martial arts?

To say that he himself is also a strong man, his martial arts is similar to that of Zi Butterfly. He can win four or five out of ten battles. In the rebel camp, he can be regarded as an upper-level combatant.

The martial arts he practices is also quite powerful, and he can reach the highest level of master. Although it is not as good as those real magical skills, it can still be regarded as superior martial arts.

Meng Zhao has a tender face and looks no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if he is actually older, around twenty years old, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was six years old, how powerful can he become in more than ten years?

There are still many mediocre people and few geniuses in this world. The supreme geniuses like Shen Tianci, who have been shining brightly in China since their mother's womb, are even rarer.

Meng Zhao heard this and thought for a moment.

It's not that he has any opinions or thoughts about this person's temptation, he is just simply thinking about how far he should go.

Should he hold back a little bit and be able to explain everything in the same way, or should he directly use his overbearing power to suppress everything and make the other party fear him.

Soon, he made a decision. Sooner or later, the rebel camp would feel this power, and it would also be an important bargaining chip for him to compete for the power of the rebels in the future, so it was okay to let him experience it first.

After thinking this, Meng Zhao nodded and said to He Xin,

"I have a small skill, so I'll ask Messenger He for advice."

After saying that, he was seen filling the empty wine glass with red fruit wine in a hurry.

As he poured it over, a very special aura rose from the wine glass, and a chill like frost and snow spread throughout the wooden building.

This kind of chill is not real, it can make people feel that their blood is cold and their breath turns to ice.

It's just a feeling and thought deep inside.

He Xin looked at Meng Zhao's hand with great interest. He couldn't see any tricks or power, but his spiritual practice and spiritual martial arts were definitely a strong hand among strong hands and not ordinary.

The next moment, He Xin, Ji Zhenyun, and Ji Rulin, who were present here, suddenly saw the bright moon rising slowly in front of their eyes, it was bright and flawless, shining with brilliance, and it was cold and somewhat intoxicating.

Moonlight is like wine. The more moonlight you look at, the more drunk you become.

At the same time, a sound that sounded like a frog or a toad came out. After the croaking, the bright moon in the eyes of the three people fluctuated. As the moon swayed, a wisp of gurgling moon-white light fell, and the bright moon became brighter and brighter. The hair is narrow, and the moon-white light gradually turns deep red.

When the special charm dissipated, the three people present were still unfinished and seemed to be addicted to that illusory scene.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, it is truly a wonderful martial art. With just one move, He can defeat someone. There are very few in our army.

Brother Lu is indeed an extraordinary talent, able to practice martial arts to such a superb level. "

Meng Zhao's skill is actually based on the Moon Toad Swallowing Skill, but using wine as a medium and spiritual martial arts as a supplement, the three people present here are drawn into the artistic conception of this magical skill that Meng Zhao understands.

What is reflected is not how mysterious his moves are, nor how powerful and arrogant his strength is, but simply his lofty, mysterious and mysterious realm.

In fact, this is the most rare thing.

Moves can be refined over and over again, and skills can be continuously accumulated. However, the practice and understanding of martial arts cannot be achieved simply by hard work.

It must be both talent and hard work.

He Xin also admired Meng Zhao's talent at this time.