Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

After taking his seat, Meng Zhao sat beside Fang Xiaohou. The rest of the family members of Nan'an County were spread out in all directions. There were quite a few people, but they were much quieter than the previous noisy hustle and bustle.

Mr. Fang Xiaohou seemed to have come to a strange place and seldom saw acquaintances. Therefore, when he saw Meng Zhao, a familiar face who had eaten, drank and fisted with him in Yujing City, he felt particularly close and fond of him. Stop, like pouring out bitter water, and pour out the suffering you suffered in Yujing City.

Why do you wake up early and don't get enough sleep? Why go out to drink and the girl who is accompanying you is snatched away by a relative of a certain emperor? Why don't you get along with your colleagues in the inner court guards and end up being repaired...

Hearing this made Meng Zhao's head tremble, but he still had to smile and agree at any time. Occasionally he heard smiles, and he felt that this young Marquis Fang was a wonderful man. Although he was a bit exaggerated like a son of a wealthy aristocrat, he was still a good person. A straightforward man.

After pouring out his bitterness, Mr. Fang Xiaohou looked at Meng Zhao eagerly and asked,

"Meng Xiaosi, I have said so much, should you say something about yourself next?

After returning to the Meng family, did you feel uncomfortable adjusting to it? Did your family members bully you? The most important thing is whether your property has been occupied by unscrupulous relatives. If so, you can tell me and I will make the decision for you. "

As he spoke, he patted his chest very hard. In his free time, he liked to listen to stories and sing ditties. He saw too many people who were wolf-hearted and disregarded human relations and family ties for the sake of profit, so he wondered if Meng Zhao was in trouble.

Before Meng Zhao could speak, Meng Xi had already interjected with innocent eyes,

"Little Marquis, what you said is wrong. After my fourth child came back, he was quite favored in the house. My father and my third uncle valued him even more. They left several important matters to the fourth child in succession. No, where can I bully him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone beside him echoed his words, and even recounted a few things Meng Zhao had seen recently, often with added embellishments.

It was clearly Meng Zhao's secret plan. He first weakened Shi Siming's martial arts and blocked his acquired power. Then he made mental calculations without any intention. He pretended that he could not fight for a long time and waited for the opponent to take the bait before defeating him.

In some people's eyes, it was Meng Zhao's unparalleled bravery. He used the Meng Mansion's Red Flag Order and the Demon Subduing Hand Seal to beat Shi Siming until blood spurted out of his mouth. He was red all the way and almost died under Meng Zhao's palm.

God knows when Meng Zhao learned the unique palm skills such as the Mahamudra of Subduing Demons, he himself didn't even know.

Even if Shen Tianci valued him, he actually just mentioned it. In these people's mouths, it became full of praise for Meng Zhao's martial arts talent, thinking that he would be a master in the future and catch up with his ancestor Meng Shentong.

What is even more outrageous is the incident with Hu Wanwan. He apparently committed suicide, but the rumor turned out to be that Meng Zhao was vicious and cruel. He tore his son Hu Yingming in front of Hu Wanwan, and then used Hu Yingming's head as bait to take advantage of Hu Wanwan's death. He was unprepared and killed him. When he died, blood spurted out from his body, which was too horrible to watch.

The three things became more and more outrageous as they were spread. Meng Zhao's face turned dark, his eyebrows twitched, and his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

However, Mr. Fang Xiaohou listened with gusto, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and later he even clapped his hands in admiration, turned to Meng Zhao and said,

"Okay, Meng Xiaosi, I didn't realize that you still have such abilities. When you were in Yujing City, you were the most boring. You looked ordinary. I didn't expect that you did so many great things in such a short time after returning home. amazing."

Meng Zhao glared angrily at Young Master Zhou who had just added fuel to the fire, and replied with a wry smile,

"Young Master, you are ridiculous. What Brother Zhou just said was an exaggeration. I just used a clever trick to take advantage of Young Master Shi. I can't take it seriously."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, another person was unhappy. He stopped playing with the white jade gourd at his waist and said seriously,

"Brother Meng's words are too modest. A few days ago, we were drinking tea and discussing martial arts at Yuzhuxuan. Zheng learned Brother Meng's red flag command and fingering skills, and he admired them endlessly.

Even if I take action, I may not guarantee victory. It is not unusual for my senior brother to lose to Mr. Meng. "

This guy is simply a stick, even in private. On such an occasion, in front of so many people, he still doesn't forget to hit his senior brother. If his master Mingxia finds out, he will be slapped in the mouth.

It's not that there can't be family scandals, it's that family scandals shouldn't be made public. This guy directly brought the turmoil between brothers and sisters to the table.

However, as soon as these words came out, many people present were suspicious. They looked at Meng Zhao with more solemnity and fear. Of course, there were also eyes of admiration and eagerness to try.

Just like Shi Siming back then, Zheng Kexie had been in Nan'an for a few days and relied on his status as a direct disciple of the Fire Dragon Cave. He also challenged many masters, both young and old. He was sure to win with his sword, and his sharpness was even better than before. Shi Siming is scary.

Everyone concluded that this great ancestor who was born in the Fire Dragon Cave would sooner or later challenge Meng Zhao to vent his anger and create trouble for his senior brother.

Unexpectedly, the two had fought before, but no one knew about it. And judging from the result of this fight, it seemed that there was no winner, and Meng Zhao even had the upper hand.

Otherwise, with the temper of this Fire Dragon Cave student, he would not be so easy to talk to.

Of course, what shocked many people even more was that Zheng Kexie's words implicitly disparaged Shi Siming. Could it be that there was some discord between the two people?

Some guys who like to watch the excitement secretly regretted in their hearts that Shi Siming was not here today. Otherwise, if these two fellow disciples had a dispute or a fight, they would not know what the scene would be like.

At the same time, no one doubted that Zheng Kexie’s words were true. Everyone already knew about the relationship between the Fire Dragon Cave and the Sun family, and the tit-for-tat confrontation between the Sun family and the Meng family did not happen overnight.

In this case, Zheng Kexie would never say a good word for Meng Zhao without conscience.

After Meng Xi heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Zheng Kexie in disbelief, with extremely strange and complicated eyes.

He heard about this from Meng Chuan and Meng Rong, and saw with his own eyes the red-tailed fox at the center of the heated dispute between the two parties.

The little guy is quite clever and cute.

But he never imagined in his wildest dreams how this man could be so polite to Meng Zhao. Instead of using words to express sarcasm and ridicule, he even talked about Brother Meng and even praised him. Did the sun rise in the west?

He didn't understand. When his second son met a disciple from the Fire Dragon Cave, his shit was almost beaten out. He lay in bed for more than a month and only recently recovered.

Why did Shi Siming fall into the hands of the fourth child when he met gods, killed gods, and defeated demons? Zheng Kexie was so polite and kind to him, and people like Hu Wanwan were no match for him.

Is it possible that during the ten years that the fourth child of his family had been fasting and chanting Buddha's name in the capital, he had really cultivated great merits, been blessed by hundreds of spirits, and had endless merit?

It's unrealistic.

Fang Xiaohouye winked at Meng Zhao and said,

"Okay, Meng Xiaosi, I know you are a low-key person, but you can't be too low-key.

Since you are so obsessed with me, from now on, brother, I will have to take more care of you when I am wandering around in your territory, right? "