Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The founding nobles, hereditary succession, and the Meng family's hundreds of years of heritage brought more pressure than the small family that had always cultivated the land of Lingwu City.

Therefore, Meng Zhao had the strength and background, and was so arrogant that no one dared to face the wind for a while.

Except Wang Xuanjing.

He was insulted by Meng Zhao's words. He was an idiot and a bitch in and out of his words. His contempt and disdain were not concealed. Moreover, in front of so many forces in the city, he was simply embarrassed.

His reason was like a bursting dam, overwhelmed by anger, so he yelled and asked the masters of the Wang family around him to capture Meng Zhao and hold him accountable.

However, his movement was stopped by someone.

Although the leader of the Wang family this time is Wang Xuanjing, there is also someone around him who can suppress him, that is, another old man in silver shirt who is a witness to the life and death fight.

Not only is he an old man in the city, a martial arts master and highly respected, he is also Wang Xuanjing's martial arts mentor. His own daughter is also married into the Wang family, so not only are his interests closely related to the Wang family and are constantly involved, but his status is also very high.

Even though he cannot hold great power, at critical moments, even the head of the Wang family must pay attention to his opinions.

Therefore, when Wang Xuanjing lost his mind, he directly used his deep inner strength to use the crutch in his hand and used an invisible fingering technique to touch a hidden spot on Wang Xuanjing's chest to wake him up.

Then he gave Wang Xuanjing a cold, serious look, then cleared his throat and said,

“Meng Zhao, although Xuanjing’s words were a little too blunt and would not be listened to, he was also thinking about you.

He is your senior after all. You spoke harshly and treated him like this. Not only did you ruin your own reputation, but it also brought shame to your Meng family. Isn’t that a joke?

I know that you are young, energetic and enterprising, but there are still rules in this world.

Your knife-wielding brother relies on violence, ruthlessness, and almost demonic style. This is not a good thing for you, and it is easy for you to make enemies everywhere.

Why not take this opportunity today to clean up the family style and let him know the rules.

This is not a shameful thing. If this young man works hard and achieves something from now on, he may become a good story.

If you can do this, we won't make things difficult for you, and Xuanjing won't argue with a junior like you. What do you think? "

I have to say that Jiang is still very spicy. This old guy's words are tepid, but the content is quite interesting and thoughtful.

First of all, he placed Wang Xuanjing on a higher level than Meng Zhao, not because of his status or strength, but because of his age and seniority, which made his big words and scoldings just like children's nonsense. What's the point? To blame?

Not only did it save Wang Xuanjing's face, but it also gave Meng Zhao a good step forward.

Secondly, the old man still has bad intentions and wants Meng Zhao to punish Han Pu, but it is not a forced suppression and persecution like Wang Xuanjing, but a soft knife to cut people, with the attitude of "I am doing it for you", how can you Don’t know what is good and what is bad?

It's a bit like moral kidnapping. If he doesn't obey, he will offend everyone present. This may not be true, but it is deliberately created to create such an illusion.

Meng Zhao was a man of two generations with a deep mind, and he couldn't help but secretly thought that there was something about being immortal.

Han Pu listened to the sidelines and secretly reflected that perhaps what this man said was somewhat reasonable. If he was not too murderous and instead taught that boy a lesson, he might not have caused dissatisfaction among everyone, and then put his young master into such a dilemma. situation.

Feeling regret in his heart, he secretly sent a message:

"Young Master, what this old man said is indeed true. This time it is Han Pu Meng Lang, not as good as Young Master."

Before Han Pu could finish his words, he was blocked by Meng Zhao's cold eyes and kept silent. He obviously knew that what he had just said had offended him.

In fact, Han Pu also cares and leads to chaos. Otherwise, with his wisdom, it would be easy to see the sinister intentions of this old guy. Sometimes, people who talk sweetly and have swords are often more dangerous than vicious people.

Meng Zhao was determined, but he had already made up his mind, without any hesitation or hesitation.

After the silver-shirted old man finished talking about five breaths of time, he fiddled with his Buddhist beads and spoke slowly,

"Old senior, Wang Xuanjing is arrogant and arrogant, and I don't even bother to argue with him.

But when you talk about rules, I have to refute it.

Who sets this rule? Is it me, the emperor of Dayong, or the princes in the court?

It seems that there are no records in the Six Codes of Dayong and the Holy Orders and Penal Codes of Tianxingtang. "

At this time, a young and beautiful girl from the Wang family with beautiful features seemed to be dissatisfied with Meng Zhao's domineering attitude and muttered,

"Why not? This is a murder in public. Isn't it a violation of the law?"

However, as soon as the little girl finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Hula's body, which was still breathing hot blood. Not long after she had vomited, another surge of acid water surged up in her stomach. She covered her mouth and... I felt like vomiting, and I was also very panicked.

This guy was chopped in two just because of his bad mouth. Of course, the little girl was afraid that she would also be attacked by Han Pu.

Therefore, while panicking, he couldn't help but look at Han Pu with his big, bright eyes, looking pitiful and pitiful.

Han Pu actually had some murderous intent, but when his eyes met that beautiful face, as panic-like as a white rabbit, his heart felt like an electric shock. His whole body was stiff, stunned, and he could not control himself.

And for some reason, the palm holding the Changyang Divine Sword is a bit soft, even though he is obviously full of true energy and strong blood. If he really wants to draw the sword, his speed will be affected a lot.

He was startled and quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, his heart was pounding, and he didn't know what to think.

At this scene, almost everyone focused on Meng Zhao. After all, he was the head of the Meng family and the real target of some people in this incident.

However, Han Lu was different. Han Pu was her second brother and was at the center of the storm, so she naturally paid close attention to him.

When she saw Han Pu and the little girl from the Wang family looking at each other, she was also startled and had a vague suspicion.

Could it be that his second brother had just started falling in love and fell in love with this girl?

For a moment, Han Lu observed the girl carefully.

In terms of appearance, there is nothing to say. She is pretty and charming, with a slim figure. She is a beauty. What is even more exciting is that she has a very unique temperament. I can’t say what it feels like specifically, but she does match her second brother very well. look.

Well, the second brother is like a big tree, and the Wang family girl should be the vines attached to the big tree, growing together, which is also weird.

With a sudden move in her heart, Han Lu took the initiative to walk to Meng Zhao, leaned close to his ear, and then told her guess through rumors.

Although Han Lu was supported by Meng Zhao regardless of resources, and she also washed her essence and cut off her marrow to enhance her qualifications, her cultivation time was short after all.

Only by shortening the distance between each other in this way can the method of transmitting sound into the secret be fully used, otherwise her voice would be easily heard by outsiders.