Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao asked his servants to bring the invitation, opened it and looked at it, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Xuanxin Guan, Fu Qingtong, why did he invite me to meet?"

Meng Zhao has not been in Lingwu City for too long, but he is familiar with the people in the city, big and small.

This rich young boy is one of the twenty-seven aristocratic families. He is a son of a rich family. He has been a disciple of Xuan Xin Guan since he was a child. He is the direct disciple of Fuyang Lao Dao and can barely be regarded as the queen of a famous family.

When Meng Zhao went to Xuanxin Temple to visit Fuyang Lao Tao, this rich young boy was also accompanying him. He was a young man in his mid-twenties.

He has excellent qualifications, deep internal cultivation, and a good Taoist spirit, and his future is promising.

However, due to identity issues, the two of them did not meet each other. It can only be said that they met each other and knew their names.

Looking at the meeting place, it is not far from Mengjiazhuangzi, about seven miles away. There is a place called Fangcao Pavilion. It should be a deserted pavilion in the wild, and it is really not a good place to meet.

Meng Zhao was always a cautious person. Recently, he had offended too many people and had too many things pressing on him. He was afraid of being plotted against.

I didn't want to pay attention to it. After all, he had no interaction with Fu Qingtong. At most, he had something to do with his master.

However, after careful consideration and consideration, I decided to keep the appointment.

However, I will bring more troops to ensure my safety to avoid being plotted against.

Meng Rong was very curious when she saw this.

"Fourth brother, do you want to go out to meet friends? Can you take me with you? I will be very good."

Meng Chuan also looked at Meng Zhao eagerly. He was not interested in the disciples of Xuanxin Guan, but he wanted to learn the martial arts of Xuanxin Guan.

After all, it is the Holy Land's secret technique inherited from Zhenwu Temple, one of the thirteen schools, and it has its own uniqueness.

Meng Zhao shook his head directly. At the moment, he still didn't know what the rich Qingtong wanted to do with him. He only said that he had something important to discuss with him.

Meng Zhao took the people there, and it didn't matter whether they stayed or left. If he took the two of them with him, he would definitely be tied up.

Checking the time, it was already very close to the appointed time. Meng Zhao thought about it and informed Cang Shuyun. Taoist Zhahua and Xue Huaiyong followed, as well as dozens of well-trained Suzaku Divine Guards. .

Unless you meet the terrifying old man who rescued Meng Rong, your safety should be guaranteed.

Fangcao Pavilion is an octagonal pavilion built on an ancient cross road in the wilderness. The blue stone is dull and the brown logs are covered with mottled cracks, which are the accumulation of time and the erosion of wind and rain.

On the top of the pavilion facing the north, there is a plaque with a poem on it, which is a farewell word. According to legend, it was written by a great scholar in the late Ming Dynasty. The authenticity is unknown, but because of this rumor, Many people regard this place as a farewell place, also called a farewell pavilion.

When Meng Zhao and others rode their horses to the Fangcao Pavilion, they found that the ancient roads extending in all directions had been heavily blocked by a group of gray-clad blade-wielding warriors. This group of people was well-trained, but lacked murderous intent. They should be members of a certain family. Or the power is purely based on the family strength gained through training.

After Meng Zhao dismounted from his horse, someone came forward to receive him. He was polite and introduced himself to his family. He was the steward of the Fu Mansion, and led Meng Zhao and his party to the Fangcao Pavilion.

There was only one person sitting at the stone table in the pavilion. He was wearing a green scarf, with big sleeves fluttering, his eyebrows were like knives, his round eyes were like stars, and his high nose gave him a bit more arrogance. Although he was not as handsome as Meng Zhao, he still had a different look. Elegance and elegance.

He was the direct disciple of Fuyang Lao Taoist who once had a relationship with Meng Zhao, and he was a rich young boy from a wealthy family.

When he saw Meng Zhao arriving, he quickly stood up, strode to Meng Zhao, cupped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile,

"The young boy has met Mr. Meng.

It has been some time since we last had a farewell meeting in Xuanxin Guan. Today we meet again. The young master is even more elegant than before. He is really desirable! "

Meng Zhao was not sure what his purpose was for the moment, and even doubted whether he was the mastermind behind Tie Xiongfei, but he remained calm and replied humbly,

"No matter what the rich man said, I am just a person wallowing in the world of mortals. How can I compare with the rich man who quietly recited Huang Ting and was at ease in the world. This leisurely and leisurely cultivation of Taoism is the envy of others."

The two complimented each other, looked at each other and smiled, then walked hand in hand into the Fangcao Pavilion and sat opposite each other.

The other two masters following him stood outside the pavilion, leaving ample space for the master to communicate privately.

After sitting down, Meng Zhao asked directly without arguing with him,

"I wonder why the rich master invited me here today?"

"One is for my selfish thoughts, and the other is for someone to entrust me to see Mr. Meng."

Meng Zhao was surprised, and then he smiled warmly, with a calm temperament. Compared with the strong and domineering power in the past, he seemed to be indifferent to fame and fortune, playing with the world like a young master.

"Meng is all ears and listens attentively. I don't know what his selfish thoughts are. What does it mean to be entrusted by others?"

But in his heart, he ruled out the possibility that he ordered Tie Xiongfei to poison him.

Fu Qingtong maintained a smile on his face, but in his round eyes, there was a trace of dignity and enthusiasm.

"I have worshiped under the Xuanxin Temple since I was a child. I once went with my master to the Zhenwu Temple to meet the ancestor. I was taught the unique skill of melting soldiers. I feel that the fire I have cultivated is unstoppable and fierce. With the same level of cultivation, few people can compare with it. rival.

However, the master once commented that the Meng family's unique skill, the Red Flag Order, is the supreme in fire, and its domineering power is still superior to that of Melting Soldiers.

A rich man but not a talented man, when he saw Mr. Meng from Xuan Xin Guan, he would like to ask for advice, or he could compare and refer to it in detail, and each of them would have their own understanding. "

Meng Zhao sighed in his heart, it was another person who came to ask for advice because of the world-famous Red Flag Order.

It has to be said that the reputation of the Meng family's heirloom skill is really not as great as ordinary people. The so-called colleagues are enemies. Whether it is the Xuanhuo Sutra or the Weapon Smelter, they are also the first-class Yanghuo system in the world. With his unique skills, how could he not want to spar with the Red Flag Order, who is known as the Supreme in Fire?

Meng Zhao pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Meng shouldn't have declined the invitation from the rich brother, but there is something he has to say.

I have had an unexpected encounter, and my foundation has changed. What I have learned is no longer the family's red flag order. I am afraid that the rich brother will be disappointed. "

After saying that, Meng Zhao placed his right hand on the stone table, with his palm facing the sky. Between his five fingers, five lifelike red dragon-shaped qi energy snaked out, coiled together, and powerful winds swept outward.

The nature of its true energy is indeed as hot as molten lava, but its fundamental will has become a real dragon.

Anyone who has reached a superior level of martial arts cultivation can easily see that what he said is true.

Fu Qingtong was also dumbfounded, his eyes were shining, and after a long time, he sighed with emotion,

"Mr. Meng is really a source of good fortune. He has such an opportunity and is able to practice magical skills. I am Meng Lang."

He was almost sure at the first moment that the martial arts that Meng Zhao had transferred to was extremely mysterious and powerful, and it was definitely better than the Red Flag Order. Otherwise, why would he need to transfer to another school?

Especially the huge pressure that was brought to him was even more difficult to describe.

Meng Zhao, on the other hand, shook his head and comforted,

"That's not necessarily the case. My fifth brother has just arrived in Lingwu City. He is a talented person. He is practicing the ancestral Red Flag Order magic skill, and his cultivation level is also suitable.

If Brother Fu is willing, you can choose a time to come to the village to have a discussion with my fifth brother. You will not be disappointed. "