Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

At night, the dark clouds that had been gloomy for a long time finally flickered with dazzling electric light, lighting up the dark county city several times, and just then the sound of rumbling thunder could be heard from far to near on the horizon.

The strong wind blows and slaps people's faces, and you can smell the thick moisture, which is cold and refreshing. I think it won't be long before a heavy rain falls.

Outside the swaying lantern flames, Zhang Dun, wearing coarse cloth clothes that he had just changed into, hurriedly walked ahead. While identifying the path based on his own memory, he introduced the nearby layout to Meng Zhao and Wei Qi.

The inn where Meng Zhao stayed was in the southern district, while Chen Sheng's wife and children lived in Datongfang, west of the east district of the county city.

Therefore, early in the morning, Wei Qi pulled Zhang Dun and used Qinggong to rush to the East District. When he reached the nearest boundary, he put him down and Zhang Dun pointed out the direction and rushed towards the Chen family.

Along the way, Zhang Dun's performance was pretty good. He didn't talk much, but when he did say something, he did so by observing what Meng Zhao was saying and following Meng Zhao's preferences. His words were meaningful and rarely talked nonsense.

Of course, what makes Meng Zhao even more satisfied is that Zhang Dun has been working in the inn all year round. He has seen all directions and listened to all directions. He has a very detailed understanding of Kunnan and even Yanzhou as a whole. Maybe some of it is hearsay. But at least in Kunnan County, it is still relatively credible, and he also has a general understanding of Kunnan.

Not long after, the three of them came to the gate of a private house, which was also the destination of their trip, Chen Sheng's house.

Under the dark, moonless night sky, under the bright red door plaque with the word "Chen Mansion" written on it, a circle of funeral wreaths was hung, and a white leather lantern was hung on both sides. Through the white cloth, the burning green inside was vaguely visible. Fireworks.

The two stone lions were originally majestic and domineering objects that guarded the house. At some point, they were splashed with red blood. Under the environment of white lanterns, green fireworks, dark night, and impending storm, they looked particularly eerie and terrifying, like A haunted house deep in the mountains and forests.

Zhang Dun saw the blood stains on the stone lions and the scratches on the wooden pillars on both sides of the gate as if they had been struck by axes. He looked angry, clenched his fists, and turned back to Meng Zhaodao,

"Sir, please see, this is what those guys in the city who were taught a lesson by Chen Daxia did. This is just spilling blood. I heard people say that on the day Chen Daxia just passed away, there were people who threw firecrackers into the inner house to intimidate Chen Liu. Both Shi and Chen Tai couldn't handle the funeral for a while.

Later, the servants and servants of the Chen family were really unbearable. They ran away and fled, taking away a lot of family property.

It is said that there is only a blind and lame old man left in Chen Mansion, who lives and dies with the Chen family. "

Although Zhang Dun was complaining to Meng Zhao, he became more and more angry as he spoke, and his words inevitably contained a sonorous and sad tone.

After the death of the majestic Kunnan swordsman, a famous swordsman and a hero, his family members suffered such a tragic experience, which is really sad and hard to forgive.

Meng Zhao smiled. He had a good impression of Zhang Dun. He had a good heart and was better than a wolf-hearted guy. He was also convenient and smooth to use.

comforted,

"Okay, now that I have decided to intervene in this matter, I will not let the situation continue to deteriorate. Those guys who added insult to injury will have the opportunity to settle accounts with them sooner or later.

Please go knock on the door and tell me that I admire Chen Daxia's reputation as a hero, and I came here to offer incense and express my respect. "

Zhang Dun nodded, holding a lantern in one hand, stepped onto the steps, and pulled up the animal ring on the door of Chen's house. The knocking sound was not so harsh under the cover of the roaring wind.

Not long after, I heard the door being opened from the inside, and a person suddenly poked out.

Under the light of the lantern, it can be seen that this man has gray hair, a messy beard, and an eyepatch. He is a one-eyed old man in his fifties or sixties. Under the deep wrinkles, there is a determination and a will to die.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, and when he stepped out of the gate, he dragged his right leg. He was obviously old and disabled, but he looked like a crazed tiger that wanted to devour anyone.

He was also holding a sharply sharpened spear in his hand, with a section cut off in the middle, which could be used as a long sword.

Seeing Zhang Dun outside the door, he looked at Meng Zhao and Meng Zhao who were some distance away. He seemed to realize that the visitor was not the evil guest he thought. The old man's miserable aura calmed down and he asked with a cold face,

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The voice was not quiet, not only Zhang Dun could hear it, but Meng Zhao and Wei Qi could also hear it clearly.

Wei Qi seemed to be very disdainful of the old man and whispered,

"Master, this old man is pretending to be powerful, but in fact all his inner strength has long since dissipated. He is nothing but a paper tiger."

Wei Qi's evaluation of warriors is very simple, it depends on their internal strength. No matter how weak they are, those who have strong internal strength will always have two brushes. If their internal strength is weak, no matter how impressive they are, they will still be nothing more than show-offs.

This is also a reflection of his own martial arts. His true energy is so rich and unparalleled that even men like Meng Zhao, who has unparalleled foundation, are slightly inferior. However, he only has true energy, and he is indeed an extremely partial person.

Meng Zhao found this lame and blind old man interesting. Although he was disabled and his internal strength was broken, his spirit and will were extremely condensed. In a certain state, his whole person was like the extremely sharp tip of a spear polished in his hand, possessing extreme of lethality.

However, the lethality is only the lethality. As Wei Qi said, he is no longer in peak condition and may only be able to sustain one blow. After one blow, he can only wait to die.

Of course, no matter how powerful he is, this old man can only deal with acquired level warriors at most, and cannot pose a threat to Xiantian, because this gap is as big as a natural chasm.

Therefore, even if the old man still has some secret skills that can cause a fatal blow, he will never be able to withstand the revenge of the bully's son that may come at any time. If there is no accident, the Chen family will inevitably be destroyed.

All in all, the old man may have the idea of ​​​​death to save his life, but he is powerless.

Zhang Dun didn't know this, so he was somewhat respectful to the lame and blind old man, and honestly said a few words according to Meng Zhao's instructions.

At the same time, he also mentioned in a subtle way that my master was of noble birth and had an extraordinary background. He had no interest in your Chen family. He simply admired Chen Sheng's chivalrous demeanor, and he might even be able to help.

Zhang Dun was also afraid that the old man would be too sensitive, speak inappropriately, and offend Meng Zhao, which would cause endless harm.

However, he underestimated the old man.

Even though he was lame in one leg and had only one eye left, his eyesight might still be dim, but his eyesight was still not comparable to that of a boy who was born as a waiter.

After glancing at Meng Zhao and Wei Qi who were not far away, the old man's remaining single eye burst out with a fascinating look. His originally cold expression showed some hope. He nodded and said something to Zhang Dun, and then opened the door of the Chen family. Pull away completely and invite Meng Zhao and the others into the house.

Meng Zhao knew that the opening of the Chen family's door also meant that his plan to make a move was more than half successful.