Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 1373 Arrival, Story (for Subscription)

On Guangping Mountain, the water cage inspired by the iron order lasted for about [-] breaths. During this period, Zhao Hun has been closely observing the surrounding movements, in order to know whether anyone is coming at the first time.

The main thing is that people who are worried about what they want to wait, those who can't wait, those who don't want to wait, come uninvited.

Fortunately, the location he chose was quite special, the surrounding environment was relatively open and clear at a glance, and there was no blind spot in his vision. In addition, he was proficient in a night vision method. He was in all directions, heaven and earth, but if someone came, he would not be able to escape his eyes.

It's a pity that until the power of the master inspired by the iron order dissipated for [-] breaths or more, there was still no sign of trouble, which made him feel faintly lost.

"Could it be that Meng Yuanqiao has already left the Meng Family Manor, so I just fetched water from a bamboo basket in vain?

Or, the power of the master inspired by this iron order is not enough to attract the attention of the other party? "

Zhao Hun felt that the former possibility was more likely, because according to what Longcheng said, the master was in secret before Meng Zhao returned, hiding in the manor to protect the members of the Meng family.

Now that Meng Zhao has returned, with Meng Zhao's unrivaled martial arts, he is unparalleled in combat power and does not need the protection of others.

Therefore, there is a high probability that the Meng family master has left here and continued to wander in China.

Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Hun felt very uncomfortable. Could it be that his only hope of making a comeback has just come to nothing?

Just when he was about to leave, his ears trembled slightly, and he heard an extremely unusual sound. It was the sound of someone traveling through the void at extremely high speed. At the same time, within his sight, A figure also descended from the sky.

The reason why it is said that it is a figure, rather than a person with clear facial features, is because in Zhao Hun's eyes, the surface of this person is distorted and blurred by a layer of air wall, or force, which makes him unable to see the other person's true nature. appearance.

However, Zhao Hun was not surprised, but instead was overjoyed. He thought his plan had failed, but he didn't expect that the turn of events would actually attract people.

He wasn't worried about identifying the wrong person, because now in the land of China, there are still very few master warriors, and by such a coincidence, he hid in the Meng family village and was attracted by him. Apart from the Meng family master, he couldn't think of anyone else .

Meng Yuanqiao leaped to the top of Guangping Mountain at a very high speed, and when he saw a mysterious man wearing a bronze mask, his heart moved, and he said coldly,
"Who are you to have such a means to lure me here on purpose?"

It turned out that while waiting, Zhao Hun had already put on the mask in advance, so Meng Yuanqiao saw a mysterious man wearing a bronze mask instead of his familiar face.

"Senior is Meng Yuanqiao from the Meng Family?"

This sentence caused Meng Yuanqiao's eyes to stab sharply, and the terrifying sense of oppression was solidified, as if the next moment he wanted to, he could shock the target person to life and death.

"Interesting, you were able to guess my identity, no wonder you have the guts to lure me here.

Tell me, what is your identity, what is the purpose of calling me here.

This is the second time I have said this sentence, don't ask me to say it for the third time. "

Zhao Hun was terrified in his heart, this person's martial arts were really at the pinnacle, although he had never used any means, but the manipulation of breath was also superb.

At this time, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and the touch between his skin seemed to be in a hot furnace, and would be reduced to ashes at any moment because of a single thought of the other party. He didn't dare to be careless, and said quickly,
"Senior Meng, please don't worry, I don't mean any harm, I just want to tell you a story.

After listening to this story, I can tell you why I am here today. "

Meng Yuanqiao has been in the rivers and lakes for many years. He has seen too much and experienced too much. In fact, he doesn't care about or be interested in the so-called stories. Willing to show up and deal with these ordinary people.

Dragons do not live with snakes, he has become a master, and in this land of Shenzhou, he can be said to be the pinnacle, and he still has a foundation, so it might be impossible to go further, and naturally he has a superior mentality.

It is by no means a false statement that there are great Confucian scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication.

However, there is a weird thing, this kid's voice is young, and he still has a sense of familiarity. In addition, he can recognize his identity, which is very unusual.

During these years of traveling in China, he did meet some people and knew his identity. However, these people were either of the same generation as him, or they were top masters who were also masters.

The younger generation, logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to know that his name is Meng Yuanqiao, but this kid knows, of course he is curious.

Meng Yuanqiao was curious, but he also had enough patience and time to listen to the story told by this kid.

Seeing that Meng Yuanqiao didn't refuse bluntly, Zhao Hun was overjoyed, his eyes flickered a little, and he started his own narrative.

The beginning of his story is not the present, but 13 years ago.

Hearing this year, Meng Yuanqiao's heart skipped a beat. It was too familiar. 13 years ago, Meng Zhao was sent to Yujing City, Daci'en Temple by an imperial edict, and became a fake monk for ten years.

Could it be related to Meng Zhao?

He did not interrupt hastily, but still listened patiently.

From his perspective, he gradually restored the story told by the bronze mask.

Thirteen years ago, the Great Emperor Beitangsheng, who had been plagued by disasters year after year since he came to power not long ago, called 13 descendants of nobles from all over the world to pray for blessings in the Temple of Mercy, hoping to suppress the aura of disaster in the world through the noble spirit of the dynasty.

This move really succeeded, however, these people who were sent to Yujing City became the victims of their respective families.

At that time, these people were of different ages.

The older one is 15 years old, almost an adult, while the younger one is only six or seven years old.

Meng Zhao is not the youngest, only eight years old, and his parents are dead, so he has no one to rely on in the family.

He didn't think it was the emperor who called him by name, he just thought that his parents died early, uncle and third uncle bullied him, an orphan who was helpless, so he sent him out.

Such deeds are actually not uncommon in the vast land of China.

Clan and kinship are of course dependent on individuals, but when they belong to the same clan, there are also distinctions between close and distant relatives.

Those in power, who are in power, see that it is beneficial, and replace them with their own heirs, and see that there are disadvantages, and then push out other people's heirs, and the relationship with the superiors, collusion, fraud, and deceit, couldn't be easier.

It is precisely this kind of thinking that Meng Zhao has no affection for his so-called uncle and third uncle, and he still has a lot of hatred.

He even suspected that his father was defeated, wounded, and died in depression, and his uncle was also responsible for it.

Otherwise, Meng Zhengan was extremely talented back then, and was deeply loved by the old Patriarch, so it would be impossible for him to inherit the Nan'an Bomeng family business.

(End of this chapter)