Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

It's autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp, and the breeze is blowing.

White clouds are floating in the sky, and the scenery behind is a clear blue. It is a beautiful and sunny weather.

The county town was extremely lively at this time.

Starting from the county government as the center, radiating to all directions, the flow of people is blazing and bustling.

Every household and tall building is immersed in laughter and laughter.

Occasionally, fireworks soared into the sky and suddenly exploded like misty rain, causing many naughty children to shout and scream with excitement.

This day is the festival of the Flower God, which is popular in the local area. It requires sacrifices and there is a Flower God Festival.

Every household will pick a flower and decorate it in front of the door. It can be said that a hundred flowers are in bloom, competing for beauty and beauty.

On Nanshi Street, Meng Zhao was wearing a light blue silk dress with a high collar and narrow sleeves, a jade ring hanging from his waist, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, and his long hair half-covered. He walked leisurely among the bustling crowd, moving lightly.

He had a smile on his face, his eyes contained a faint purple glow, and he had an extraordinary nobility.

His handsome face and tall and slender figure make many young girls who come and go flutter with excitement.

His eyes followed his steps unknowingly, almost bumping into others and making a joke.

Meng Zhao followed Meng Chuan on the left, with short hair like a steel needle and a cold and unsmiling face.

His huge body was wrapped in a water-blue robe, and he stood out among the crowd, even more eye-catching than Meng Zhao.

It is rare to see such a powerful and strong person.

On the right side of Meng Zhao, Lu Le had a round face and was embarrassed, slightly bent over, holding a bunch of colorful flowers in both hands, and complained,

"Master, since you don't want to have contact with these big girls and young wives, why do you accept flowers from others?

The little slave is now covered in the scent of flowers and his nose is full of pollen. "

As he spoke, he sneezed untimely, causing everyone around him to avoid him, and Lu Le turned bright red.

The God of Flowers is also the famous God of Love. On the birthday of the God of Flowers, boys and girls will leave their homes and visit temple fairs.

When traveling, if you meet someone you like, you will give them the flowers in your hand to show your love.

Of course, most of this approach is just an expectation and yearning for pure romantic love, and few people actually use it to make a private decision for life.

Parents' orders and matchmaker's words are the mainstream methods of marriage.

However, just because there are few does not mean that there are none. During the Festival of Flower Goddess, there have also been some touching love stories, breaking through the shackles of ethics and thoughts, pursuing true love, and making people yearn for it.

Naturally, it is inevitable that the spring breeze will cause dark knots in the bead.

Meng Zhao has a handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, and luxurious clothes. He can be regarded as a first-class romantic talent.

Walking on the street, I was naturally favored by many women and collected flowers one after another.

It may not really be love at first sight, it may be more about love at first sight.

Of course, even though he accepted the flowers, Meng Zhao had no intention of having sex with these women.

After all, he is still young (he thinks to himself), and his pure and childish spirit is also very important and cannot be given up easily.

"The love between martial arts and girls cannot be let down.

Ah Le, if you are envious, you can also find a girl you like and show your love with flowers. Maybe you can give Uncle Zhong a grandson soon.

I see that he has been depressed recently, and it is very boring to stay at home. If he can entertain his grandchildren and enjoy family happiness, it will be of great help to his cultivation. "

Facing Meng Zhao's teasing, Lu Le's round face became even redder and swollen, and he finally choked out a sentence,

"My adoptive father said that although the Wuxiang Hunyuan Jin that I cultivate does not pay attention to the pure yang boy body, it is best to keep the yang energy pure before the innate.

This will be of great benefit to your cultivation and future martial arts. "

When Meng Zhao and Meng Chuan heard this, they looked at each other, and then laughed out loud. It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

After all, Lu Le is just a young man who is less than twenty years old.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan's expression changed, as if he had seen something that made him angry, and he trotted forward with a huff.

Meng Zhao looked around and saw that Meng Rong, who was walking at the front of the crowd, was being pestered by a young man with oily hair and pink face. The man also gave Meng Rong a flower, which was obviously a sign of love.

Although Meng Rong is young, she has a pink face, peach cheeks, delicate facial features, and skin as white and tender as jade. She already has the appearance of a stunning beauty. It is not surprising to have such a wild bee and butterfly.

But it's a pity that although Meng Rong is naive and inexperienced in worldly affairs, she is not a small family. She has expert guards around her, not to mention Meng Chuan, a man as powerful as a god. When he stepped forward, he was scared to death. , I didn’t want the flowers anymore, turned around and left.

Meng Zhao smiled and was in a happy mood. He didn't realize that Meng Chuan actually had the hidden attribute of being a girl.

These days, his life can be described as hard work.

Set aside half an hour every day to deal with the affairs of the second house.

With Lu Le's help, he gradually became more comfortable, making no mistakes, and everything was in order.

The rest of the time, he only focused on two things, the first was reading, and the second was practicing martial arts.

I read a lot of miscellaneous books, including serious history books, miscellaneous notes, biographies, local anecdotes, etc. Most of them were books on martial arts knowledge, which were very useful for broadening my horizons, understanding, and increasing my wisdom. help.

Martial arts training is the top priority. Every day, I use the wood-attributed earth spirit beads to absorb the essence, practice internal skills, and make brave progress. At the same time, I pay attention to using the current function of the sky mirror to consume energy points little by little to assist myself in practicing iron hand. The two martial arts of Shifangbu are also quite rewarding.

It can be said that the two strings of his body and spirit are very tight.

Going out for fun today was a spontaneous and proactive act on his part.

After all, in everything, you should pay attention to the importance of going too far and being relaxed. Since you have worked hard for so long, it is okay to reward yourself for a day of relaxation.

Suddenly, the smile disappeared from Meng Zhao's face, and purple light suddenly appeared in his eyes, as deep as autumn water, and he subconsciously used his skills to be on guard.

Within his dantian, six red flags and a seventh flag that had condensed most of the flag were roaring and burning, rolling up a sea of ​​​​fire that filled the sky and spread to every corner of his body. A heat wave surged out of his body.

Others didn't know why, but they subconsciously looked up at the sky, wondering why the weather was so cool, why did they feel so hot, as if they were standing next to a stove?

All the strange movements were due to Meng Zhao's instinct that danger was approaching, as if an extremely dangerous beast was lurking beside him, watching eagerly, waiting for an opportunity.

Meng Zhao's spiritual sense was different from others'.

Because other people may be neurotic and have inaccurate intuition.

But there is a sky mirror in his mind, and his intuition is hundreds of times stronger than that of ordinary warriors. It is not an exaggeration to call him a radar.

The feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his eyes moved erratically.

Soon, he discovered the source of his dangerous instincts.

Ten feet away from him, in front of the cake shop, among the crowd.

A tall and strong man, wearing a black close-fitting samurai uniform, with long hair tied back by a short scarf.

This man was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, thick eyebrows and a broad nose, and a dignified appearance.

But between the eyes like copper bells, there was a coldness as cold as the cold winter in Sanjiu, and they were pointed directly at him.

Meng Zhao had a sudden thought and felt bad. Who is this person and why is he so hostile to him?