Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Not long after the group walked, they arrived at a teahouse outside the pier.

This teahouse is six stories high, with antique decoration, elegant charm, and a sharp contrast with the passenger terminal not far away. The business in the past is also very good, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

But today, at this moment, the teahouse seemed extremely empty and quiet, with not a single noisy sound coming out. Every tea table and box was empty.

There was only a tea table in the center of the tea hall on the first floor. There were three people sitting there, two men and one woman, one strong and two young. Their clothes were as golden as the sun, extremely gorgeous and noble.

And beside the three people, there are about eight servants who seem to be accompanying them. Although they all have low eyebrows and submissive eyes, each of them is like a sleeping ferocious beast, possessing unparalleled tyranny and aura that connects the world. An innate level warrior.

When Meng Zhao and his party pushed open the door and walked into the tea hall on this floor, they saw this scene.

When the two men and one woman who were drinking tea and chatting out of boredom saw Meng Zhao and his entourage walking in, they all stopped what they were doing and focused on the newcomers.

The burly and muscular man with a short beard, and the swordsman with an iron sword on his back and a powerful sword, entered the teahouse and hurriedly walked to the table of people. After bowing respectfully, they turned sideways to the three of them. The young man said,

"Master, we are lucky enough to live up to our orders. Mr. Meng has already been invited."

The young man waved his hands lazily, and the two big men stopped talking and blended into the other eight people very familiarly, standing quietly like sculptures.

"Hmph, a person looks like a dog, but what he does is not called human affairs. The Li family of the Imperial Tang Dynasty is nothing more than that."

Niu Dali snorted, looked at the people in the teahouse, and cursed in his heart. If he hadn't been worried about the opponent's large number of people and unknown combat power, and Meng Zhao secretly restrained him, he would not have cursed, but said directly. Out.

Yuan Bin was also slightly stunned, looking at the three people sitting at the tea table, their every move, gorgeous clothes, and movements of their eyes, and he couldn't help but fall into memories. He had also seen people from the Li family.

As early as when he was ten years old, a direct descendant of the Li family visited the Yuan family in Qingzhou to discuss important matters. At that time, Yuan Bin's life had become difficult, but he was fortunate enough to get a glimpse of the Li family's style.

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From his appearance, from his clothes and decorations, from his words and deeds, he could indeed be regarded as an outstanding person, but none of them left an impression on Yuan Bin at that time. Only between his eyebrows, the aloofness that seemed to go deep into his bones made it difficult for him to forget.

The people of the Li family have a kind of arrogance that comes from deep in their souls. They have the same attitude when facing the poor people at the bottom, the powerful heroes, and even the aristocratic families like the Yuan family. It's like a high-altitude god, facing the ants under the clouds, with disdain and no hindrance, just like grass and trees.

It was obvious that the three people sitting at the tea table were all legitimate descendants of the Li family, and of course they had inherited the arrogance that originated from the Li family.

Even Meng Zhao, one of China's top geniuses, could not arouse their emotions, and he did not even bother to stand up to meet them, even a slight act of saving face.

They just sat there quietly, as if waiting for Meng Zhao to pay their respects like a servant.

"It's hard to deal with. I don't know if the Li family is crazy. It's just a matter of inviting Meng Zhao. What are you trying to do? Do you really think this is Xuzhou and this is the Li family?"

Yuan Bin secretly complained. It was not him who poured cold water on him. In Xuzhou and even in the areas around Xuzhou, the Li family certainly had this arrogant qualification. It was no good if he refused to accept it. He could only endure it and hold it back, because the Li family was strong and would beat you until you accepted it.

But where is it now?

It is the land in the north, where the Li family's power cannot reach, and it is also an area where the Li family's power is extremely weak.

They actually dared to make such a condescending gesture so unscrupulously. They were facing a powerful and domineering person like Meng Zhao. Yuan Bin felt that it would be a matter of time before they fell out and started fighting.

Therefore, I have secretly made preparations. If I take action, I can ensure that I can release the cultivated insects as soon as possible. I will first destroy a few of the opponent's combat forces.

Little Chen Tai, who had been following Meng Zhao step by step with his sword in his arms, also saw these people. His young mind was purer, and he could better sense the intentional or unintentional contempt of the other party. He clenched his little hands and gritted his teeth. Don't turn your head and stop looking at the other side.

Meng Zhao, on the other hand, changed from his previous indifferent and cold expression to a smile on his face. The jade beads on his wrist had been strung in his hands at some point, and he was twisting and fidgeting with his fingers.

His eyes were as gentle as the warm sun, without any hostility, and he looked at these people carefully.

Let’s talk about the middle-aged man first. He is about forty years old. He has three fine lines on his forehead. His long hair is combed and supported by a red crown. His skin is dark and his facial features are relatively ordinary. There is nothing special about him. He is just someone you can find in a crowd. That kind of ordinaryness.

Handsomeness is out of the question, ugliness is out of reach, simple, ordinary person.

Of course, there is something unusual about it, and that is the palm of his hand holding the tea cup.

Different from the darkness of the rest of his body, it has a faint sapphire color, and his skin is delicate and moist, almost as good as those of the most beautiful and beautiful women.

A dark-skinned, old, ordinary-looking man has a pair of extremely beautiful hands. This is certainly not normal. Perhaps it is caused by practicing some kind of Kung Fu, or it is caused by the internal and external use of some kind of medicine.

As for how strong it was, Meng Zhao couldn't tell. Even with the Emperor's Qi Reading Technique, it would be difficult to find out the opponent's details when the opponent deliberately restrained himself.

This surprised Meng Zhao and made him interested.

In fact, ordinary people, even if they are restrained and hidden, cannot hide from his eyes and the Emperor's Qi Reading Technique. The fact that this person can do it is probably not only due to his advanced skills, but also closely related to what he has learned.

The Li family of the Imperial Tang Dynasty were the descendants of the powerful Tang Dynasty in the Middle Ages. It was absolutely normal to inherit the unique skills of the ancient royal family.

As for the young man and woman, they look very similar.

The man was about twenty-three or four years old, with phoenix eyes, slanted eyebrows, and a high nose. He was extremely handsome. He could be said to be the most handsome and handsome man Meng Zhao had ever seen.

Little fresh meat, butter boy, handsome man, all kinds of names are not exaggerated when applied to this person.

If one were to judge each other's strength by appearance, Meng Zhao felt that the other party was probably slightly better than him.

There was no way around it. Although Meng Zhao was evil, handsome, with a strong body, and an extraordinary bearing, all in all, he was a top-notch handsome man, but there was a mountain as high as a mountain. The kid opposite him was enough to rely solely on his facial features and ignore all other factors.

If a woman sees this man, if she sees him right, 70 to 80 percent of the time she will become a nymphomaniac.