Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

"Don't worry, Zhu Guangxi, I have my own plans and won't act rashly.

How you got along with him in the past will be the same in the future. No gossip will reach his ears. "

"Also, after Yunwu Mountain, you can still go back to the Buyi League to do business, and in the future, you can help me inquire about news in the Buyi League, especially about Zhao Hun.

If there is merit, I will not begrudge the reward. If it is half-hearted, you also know that I am not a good man or woman. "

After deciding that the two of them would be his spies to break into the Commoner League, Meng Zhao calmed them down and asked them to leave first, so as to give them some time to relax and endure.

When there were only two people left in the house, Meng Zhao sat down on a pear blossom chair.

"Apu, I see you look confused and worried, but what do you want to ask me?"

Han Pu was silent for a moment, then slowly bowed to Meng Zhao, his voice was calm, and he calmed down completely.

"Back to the young master, I have nothing to ask. The young master acts according to his own principles. All I have to do is fulfill my duty and die for you."

Han Pu was not stupid, he was just too surprised for a moment and his mind was in turmoil. When he calmed down, he realized that he had overreacted.

Meng Zhao glanced at his future cheap uncle with satisfaction. At first, he took a fancy to this person, mainly because of his close eye. He had outstanding martial arts skills and great potential, and he was probably destined to be the star of Fubi Ziwei.

However, with contact, you can find that this person is not just a thug. He is extremely capable, thoughtful, and decisive. He is a rare talent.

Coupled with Han Lu's relationship, combined with various factors, she became more and more close to her.

However, no matter how much we value it, no matter how affectionate it is, there is one thing that must be understood clearly, and that is the master-slave relationship.

He is the master, and the other party is the subordinate. He is the king, and the other party is the minister. Whatever he wants to do, whether it is good or bad, he only needs to be responsible for himself, and does not need to explain to his so-called subordinates. Then the master-slave relationship is lost.

Therefore, Han Pu's attitude now makes him very happy. Only those who are capable and know how to advance and retreat are lovable. Lu Le in the past is the same as Han Pu now.

"Well, I'll give you a task now..."

Han Pu listened carefully, his eyes gradually brightened, and he suddenly realized when he looked at the fake dragon scales placed on the table.

The winter snow has just begun to fall, and everything in the market town is covered with snow. But in a low-rise wine shop on the right side of the T-intersection, business is particularly good.

Since early in the morning, the guests have been arriving one after another, and the drinkers are also like carps crossing the river. The aroma of wine overflows and fills half of the street.

The wine shop is not big, but it can only accommodate ten tables, and dozens of people can sit down. It can't help but seem a bit crowded under the heat wave of the stove.

But the people inside are all from the world, and they don't stick to trivial matters.

They were in groups, drinking, boxing, chatting, and having a great time. There were also many heavily made-up bar girls sitting on their laps, taking advantage from time to time.

At a table in the corner, there is a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Although the man in his thirties is like the people around him, laughing, drinking, and talking about martial arts, there is a cloud between his eyebrows, as if he is worried about something.

Suddenly, the door of the wine shop was kicked open with force. After a bang, several people walked in from the outside, bringing in a gust of cold wind and tiny snow particles wrapped in the wind.

The originally noisy and bustling wine shop instantly became quiet, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the person who broke in through the door with unkind looks.

However, several people who came in were completely unaware.

The leader is a young man in his twenties, with narrow eyebrows and broad nose, of medium build, wearing blue cotton clothes, with a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and a sword inlaid with red tassels in his left hand. After entering the door, he said: He didn't say anything, he just scanned the people in the wine shop with lightning eyes, looking for something.

There are several people following behind, each of them has extraordinary momentum, superb martial arts, bright clothes and sharp swords, and they are acquired strong hands.

Someone in the wine shop immediately wanted to stand up and scold this rude boy, but was grabbed tightly by the person next to him and warned,

"This man is not to be messed with. He is the seventh son of the Chengyi Boyang family, and he is from a distinguished family. This time he comes to Yunwu Mountain, and he is accompanied by an innate-level master to protect him. Don't be impulsive."

In fact, in recent days, news has gradually spread that the Beining Hou Lei family, the Chengyi Boyang family, the Twelve Chain Forts, the Jiuyuanmen, and the local Baicaotang Gongsun family, and the Cao family have united to enter the mountains to seize the dragon eggs. Many loose, unorganized and unbacked warriors who came from afar have given up the idea of ​​fishing in troubled waters.

What's more, because there are so many powerful people united together, they can speak for themselves in this market town, and their strength is so great that few people dare to mess with them.

However, not everyone knows the seventh son of the Yang family who has barged in, and even if they do, not everyone can bear to say anything.

Most warriors have a rough personality and like to fight fiercely, especially those who fight hard at the bottom of the world. They fight for wealth with their swords and heads in their belts. How can they be frightened by anyone casually?

A tall, muscular man with a fresh scar hanging from the corner of his eye was originally sitting at a table in the east of the wine shop, having a drink with someone. His chest was half open, revealing thick chest hair and a muscular body like marble. shaped muscles.

After being disturbed, he stood up carelessly, and with the strength of his drink, he wandered to the young man's side and shouted,

"You little bastard, where the hell did you come from? How dare you show off in front of the master? Believe it or not?"

Before he could finish his words, a man behind the young master with cold eyes had drawn his sword out of its sheath and slashed at him. The silver light was like a shooting star, creating a captivating edge and murderous aura.

This sword is fast and cruel, without any reservations. Let alone flesh and blood, even a hard stone will be cut in half under the sword infused with internal power.

After all, this big man had two skills. Although he was drunk and groggy, he was very responsive. At the moment when the sword light came over, he was stimulated by his energy and instinctively lowered his head to avoid the beheading.

However, a chunk of the thick black hair on the top of his head was cut off, revealing a stubbled scalp.

This thrilling scene instantly frightened him away from his drunkenness, and he didn't care about his fear. His years of experience in hanging out together made him know that his crisis was still not over, so he rolled to the side and pushed away the guy who was watching the fun. Then he picked up the bench and threw it at the group of people at the door.

He was still the master of using the knife, with a stern face and a silent expression. He stepped forward, swished three times, and cut the thrown bench into pieces with his sharp knife force, and knocked one of the pieces away with the blade. .

With a whoosh, the bench fragments smashed the head of the big man who was about to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Red and white splattered all over the ground, and the huge body fell to the ground with a flow of blood.

This scene immediately frightened many people, and they all picked up the guy at hand uneasily.

The guy next to the table with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was sweating coldly, and his green bean-sized eyes were searching for an escape route.