Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

They finally understood that they didn't have the ability to bargain with the outside world, and sometimes they had to count the money for others when they were sold out, so they still had to support Meng Zhao to a certain extent.

Especially when facing the rebels, this kind of support can be maximized, and it is not impossible for them to be the last. In short, it is all for the Danchi family.

Meng Zhao, who received an affirmative answer, also smiled. This time, he did not show any signs of acting, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as He Xin is willing to work hard, he is not far from success.

In fact, if the uncle and nephew of the Ji family hadn't made things too bad before, the possibility of success would be even greater.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, He Xin looked at Meng Zhao, hesitated, and said proactively,
"Returning to the station, I would like to invite Brother Lu to accompany me so as to convince my Shangfeng, is it possible?"

This request cannot be said to be rude, but it is also rather abrupt. At least the uncle and nephew of the Ji family are a little hesitant.

Follow He Xin to the rebel camp alone, if this is a trap, an opportunity to remove the nail, then wouldn't it harm Meng Zhao?

However, from a rational point of view, people have been tirelessly sending envoys to show their favor. Now that they have made a decision to vote for each other, they have put forward two seemingly harsh conditions. There is little chance of it being done.

Sincerity is reflected, only asking, not giving, where is the sincerity?
Before Meng Zhao could reply, Ji Zhenyun had already blurted out,
"It's better than this. I will return to the station with you, Lao He, to meet your Shangfeng and tell the situation."

As the head of the clan, his safety actually comes first, because the Dan Chi clan needs him to be at the helm.

Such a dangerous thing should not be done by him. If Meng Zhao doesn't go and let Ji Rufeng replace him, he can also show his sincerity.

In terms of identity, Ji Rufeng is not only his nephew, but also the future patriarch of the Danchi Ji clan, so he has this value and has convincing influence.

But, this is his nephew after all, and also the future of his Dan Chi clan, he couldn't just send Ji Rulin out because he was worried about Meng Zhao's safety.

That's why he wanted to go there in person, and the head of the clan went to be the representative, which was enough to express his sincerity.

When Ji Rulin heard this, he immediately came to his senses and said excitedly,

"Uncle, you are the head of the clan, and you shoulder the heavy responsibility of the clan. How can you take risks? Let me go."

Meng Zhao was also a little moved when he saw the two uncles and nephews scrambling for the future. No matter what the purpose was, it was a reality that the two of them were looking out for his own good, so he could only persuade,

"Father-in-law, brother Lin, since I proposed this matter and was in charge of the negotiation, if I want to go, of course I have to go.

As for safety, you don't need to worry, even if there are thousands of troops, I can come and go freely. "

He Xin looked at the performance of the three of them, especially the kind of self-confidence that Meng Zhao repeated over and over again, and he couldn't help being curious.

"Haha, there's no need for the three of you to compete, since I invited you, I must have kept my heart safe and won't harm you.

However, at this time, I couldn't help being curious about Brother Lu's martial arts, and wondered if I could open my eyes. "

Earlier, Ji Rulin said that he was defeated by this Lu Yang with a single move, and that he was strong in martial arts and unscrupulous, and he praised him like a flower inside and outside the words.

He Xin couldn't help muttering in his heart, does this boy with a pretty face really have such shocking martial arts?

As for himself, he is also a strong man, similar to Purple Butterfly's martial arts. He can win four or five out of ten battles. Among the rebel camp, he can be regarded as an upper-level combat power.

The martial arts he practiced are also quite powerful, and the highest one can become a master. Of course, it can't compare with those real magical skills, but it can be regarded as high-quality martial arts.

Meng Zhao's face is tender, he looks only sixteen or seventeen, even if his real age is older, 20 years old, even if he started practicing kung fu at the age of six, for more than ten years, no matter how good he is, how good can he be?
In this world, there are still many mediocre talents and few geniuses. Like Shen Tianci, the supreme talent who shines in China from the birth of his mother's womb is even rarer.

Meng Zhao thought for a moment when he heard the words.

He didn't have any opinions or ideas about this person's temptation, but he was simply thinking about how far he should go.

Should he keep his hand a little bit, and be able to explain the past with almost no difference, or directly use the domineering power to suppress everything to make the other party fear.

Soon, he made a decision that this power would sooner or later be felt by the rebel camp, and it would also be an important bargaining chip for him to fight for the power of the rebel army in the future, so it would be fine for him to experience it first.

After thinking up to this point, Meng Zhao nodded and said to He Xin,
"I'm a little tricky, so I'll ask Envoy He to give me some pointers."

After finishing speaking, I saw him filling the empty wine glass with red fruit wine without haste.

As he fell down, a very special aura rose from the wine glass, and a chill like frost and snow spread throughout the entire wooden building.

This kind of chill is not real, it can make people feel that the blood is cold, and the breath turns into ice.

But just a feeling deep in the heart, thinking.

He Xinrao looked at Meng Zhao's move with interest. He couldn't see any moves or strength, but spiritual practice and spiritual martial arts were definitely a strong hand among strong hands, not ordinary.

The next moment, He Xin, Ji Zhenyun, and Ji Rulin present here had a flash in front of their eyes, and unexpectedly saw the bright moon rising, bright and flawless, shining down, with a somewhat intoxicating sense of intoxication in the coldness.

The moonlight is like wine, the more moonlight you see, the more drunk you are.

At the same time, there was a sound that sounded like the cry of a frog or the cry of a toad. After croaking, the bright moon in the eyes of the three of them fluctuated. The hair is narrow, and the moon-white light gradually becomes deep red.

When the special charm dissipated, the three people present were still unsatisfied, as if they had already indulged in that illusory scene.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, it's really a wonderful martial art. With this one move alone, He is willing to bow down to him. In our army, there are very few of them.

Brother Lu is indeed an incomparable genius, who can practice martial arts to such a superb level. "

The root of Meng Zhao's move is actually the Mang Toad Swallowing the Moon Kungfu, but with wine as a medium and supplemented by spiritual martial arts, all three people present are drawn into the artistic conception of this magical skill that Meng Zhao understands.

What it shows is by no means how mysterious his moves are, how strong and arrogant his strength is, but simply how lofty, mysterious, and mysterious his realm is.

And in fact, it's the rarest of all.

Moves can be honed over and over again, and skills can be continuously accumulated, but this kind of practice and comprehension in martial arts cannot be achieved simply by hard work.

It must be a combination of talent and hard work.

At this time, He Xin admired Meng Zhao's talent.