Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

On a small black-topped boat, three women, Lu Le, Meng Zhao and Liang Muqiu, stood on the bow of the boat, holding oil-paper umbrellas, and slowly sailed towards the center of Qingxue Lake along with the leisurely boat.

Around the lake, there are many people like Meng Zhao who are boating on the lake. From time to time, you can hear the sound of the harp, or the faint sound of the flute, turning into lingering colorful butterflies, with little ripples in the drizzle. Dancing on the green snow lake is intoxicating.

"It's so beautiful. This is the first time I've seen such a beautiful lake!"

The little girl Zhu'er clasped her hands on her chest, her little body huddled up, nestled beside the tall Liang Muchiu, looking at the sky, the lake, the grass, the trees, the fog, the rain, giving birth to an infinite feeling. Feelings.

Some beauty can shock people's hearts. Perhaps at another time, Qingxue Lake may not be able to bring such a big shock to them.

Meng Zhao stared into the distance with his eyes, one hand gently pressed the disguised young Jiao Xiaojiu on his waist, and the other hand fiddled with the jade beads he held, his mind was heavy, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Liang Muchiu, however, seemed to have a telepathic connection. Seeing Meng Zhao's preoccupied behavior, he consoled him,

"It's useless to think too much. No matter what the future holds, the most important thing is to seize the present moment. If you go out to play once in a while, don't think about those unhappy things!"

Meng Zhao came back to his senses, felt warm in his heart, and smiled at Liang Muchiu. Although he agreed with her statement, he had to carefully plan and consider his future.

He was fully prepared now, everything was ready, and he could leave the mansion at any time. However, when Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao didn't return for a day, he was kept in the Meng mansion and couldn't go out, which really made him depressed.

He had previously thought that after the Hu Man retreated and the Yunwu Mountain incident was over, Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao would return soon. However, he did not expect that there was no movement after such a long delay, which made him very worried.

The longer time passes, the greater the possibility that the mysterious man Zhao Hun will discover that he has different intentions, and the greater the threat of his identity being exposed in the future. We have to guard against it!

Suddenly, a awning boat with the same style as theirs, like an arrow from a string, broke through the turbulent blue waves and came at full speed. Soon it was level with the slowly leisurely boat where Meng Zhao was, and then kept the same speed, as if Two parallel straight lines headed towards the center of the lake.

The two boats were about two feet apart, and they were very close. It was obvious that the person who made the boat did this deliberately.

Several people then turned their attention to the adjacent awning boat and saw the boatman punting the boat.

I saw this man wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, a bamboo hat on his head, and a raincoat, in the drizzle, with an ancient charm.

His muscles were loose and he didn't look like he had any martial arts skills. However, he maneuvered the boat, first quickly and then slowly. His control of direction and strength were something that could not be achieved by someone who was not proficient in force and qigong. It was obvious that he was definitely not a martial artist. It appears so simple.

Another point that reflects the good nature of this person is that although Liang Muchiu's expression became very solemn, at the same time, a voice came from Meng Zhao's ear,

"Be careful, this person should have innate cultivation, but he has practiced the art of hiding Qi and concealing breath, so his specific cultivation cannot be seen. If this person comes unexpectedly, I will deal with this person. You take Han Luzhu'er and the others and leave first. "

At this time, there were only three women on the boat, as well as him and Lu Le, and guards such as Bai Shicheng and Han Pu were waiting on the shore. However, because of Liang Muchiu's presence, safety was guaranteed.

After all, this is not a weak woman who was poisoned by Meng Zhao, leaving her with no vitality and a limp body. She is a peerless young female swordsman who can compete with Meng Jizu for supremacy. She is generally innate and is no match for her.

Meng Zhao nodded slowly and replied via the same message,

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness. Don't be anxious first. Let's see what the person's plan is. I guess there is someone behind him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the bamboo curtain of the boat awning being pushed open, and a noble young man in his twenties, wearing a bright yellow brocade shirt and a green emerald robe on his forehead, walked out.

The eyes are like amber, exuding a faint cold light, the skin is pale, slightly sickly compared to the normal white, and the corners of the lips are black, as if he is practicing some kind of martial arts, but also as if he is suffering from toxins and a chronic illness that has been lingering for a long time.

But overall, he is still a very outstanding young man, not as handsome as Meng Zhao, not as strong and domineering as Meng Zhao, and even a little weak, but his unique temperament makes it easy for people to like him.

I saw this man holding an umbrella and strolling to the bow of the ship. When he saw Meng Zhao and others looking at him from the side, he smiled slightly and said loudly,

"But Meng Zhao of Nan'an Bo Mansion, Master Meng in person?"

The voice is crisp and clear, with a sense of purity and innocence unique to a child. However, when people listen to it, they will not think that the speaker is childish, but exudes an alternative charm.

Although Meng Zhao had a good sense of the sickly looking young man, he would never judge a person by his appearance or draw conclusions based on his first impression. After hearing this, he took a step forward and replied calmly,

"It's Meng Zhao. I don't know who you are, so I'm specifically looking for Meng Zhao. But is there anything important to deal with?"

While the questions were being asked and answered, the two Wupeng boats were still sailing towards the center of Qingxue Lake at a constant speed. And at some point, the drizzle in the surrounding lines gradually became heavier, the water mist was thick, and the surrounding areas were already covered with water. There was no sign of any other ships.

Liang Muchiu had concentrated her attention and was careful to guard against the situation around her and in the water. With a great master like her sitting in charge, most innate masters had evil intentions and were just here to die.

The young man was very happy when he saw Meng Zhao's affirmative reply. He bowed slightly towards Meng Zhao and saluted,

"Kang Tianyou, I am from the Guan Kuang family in Jianan. I came to Nan'an this time to visit Mr. Meng. I have important matters to discuss. I would like to invite him on board the boat to meet you."

When Meng Zhao heard this, his expression was startled. He was actually from Jianan Pass. This was really unexpected.

Jianan Pass is a place of exile for prisoners across the five states of Ji, Liang, Yan, Qing, and Wei. It is composed of large and small checkpoints, mountain roads, lake roads, wilderness, and even swamps.

Since the founding of the Great Yong Dynasty, Jianan Pass, together with the other four places of exile, has been known as the most dangerous, most ferocious, poorest, and most evil place. Sin, killing, death, and destruction are synonymous with Jianan Pass.

The people living there are all felons assigned by the imperial court.

Over more than a hundred years, there have been losers of various political party struggles, down-and-out families who have failed in the struggle, and various key criminals who have violated Dayong's punishment book and been sentenced to exile. It is so complicated that even the court cannot find out all of it.

He originally thought that this young man who was dressed in luxurious clothes and looked a bit noble should be a child of a big family, but he didn't arrive first and he turned out to be from Jianan Pass.

Because he never thought that he would have anything to do with Jianan Pass.

As for the Kuang family, he had no memory at all. No one would be bored to count which family was imprisoned in Jianan Pass in which year and month.