Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

To be more blunt, who among Meng Chuan, Lu Le, Zhou Hu and others didn't hold Meng Zhao's thigh to soar upwards and achieve their current cultivation level all the way?

Meng Yan is just lazy and realistic, but he is also a man of temperament. When it comes to hugging thighs, he has no taboos, but it gives people a sense of intimacy.

Especially Lu Le and Zhou Hu, the two of them didn't have a good impression of Meng Yan at first, but when they heard that Meng Yan admired their young master so much, they couldn't help feeling a little closer in their hearts.

Several people left the room, facing the bright moonlight, Meng Yan saw Zhen Cheng who was bundled into a zongzi, and his heart moved, this is the person who took care of him for a few days and pried away the Tianwu Qishu from him?
Zhen Cheng's eyes are not blind, and he saw the group of people who came out, especially Meng Chuan, who was the most eye-catching. His tall and majestic figure was like the reincarnation of a giant spirit god in the world. , not to mention its aura surging and rushing, like the Yangtze River, rolling heat waves hit?

"Sir Meng, would you like to listen to me?"

This was the first sentence Zhen Cheng said after he was kidnapped, and it was definitely not aimed at Meng Zhao's subordinates, but Meng Yan.

He knew very well that if he fell into Meng Zhao's hands, it would definitely not be a good thing. Fortunately, this place is still far away from the Meng family, and Meng Yan, as Meng Zhao's cousin, should have some influence. If he can be persuaded, It is not impossible to let yourself go.

Unfortunately, it was not Meng Yan's turn to reply, Meng Chuan had already snorted coldly, and his eyes swept towards Zhen Cheng like lightning,

"Stop deceiving and sophistry, it's useless, the fourth brother has already confessed that once you and your accomplices are arrested, no one can talk to you, let alone interrogate you, everything will be handled by him.

Come to think of it, the fourth brother already has guesses about your origins, so you just stay honest! "

Zhen Cheng who said these words was even more confused. Whether he, Jian Si, or Luo Peng, they all boasted that they acted cautiously and carefully. In the process of dealing with the Meng family in the past, they basically did not show their feet. With such great supernatural powers, can they guess their origins?
However, if they hadn't guessed their origins, how could there be such an order? He obviously didn't want other people to have contact with them, because he was afraid of tearing his face, and he wouldn't end well?
Thinking of it this way, he couldn't help feeling agitated.

He has seen many powerful people in his life, the emperor has met more than one time, but facing this Northern Meng Dragon King, he is still terrified, he only feels that this person is terrifying, he can be ranked among the top three people he has seen.

After all, it is the emperor who pays attention to it. How can the outstanding people who have to deal with suppression be ordinary and mediocre?
He also put out the idea of ​​asking for friendship with Meng Yan. The youngest of the Meng family is a pure waste. Meng Zhao may save him for the sake of blood and family affection, but if he wants him to bow his head and listen to him, he will never even think about it. .

Speeding all the way, running all night, and finally rushed back to Meng's manor when the sky was about to brighten.

Like Meng Yan, as the third son of the Meng family, he was arranged to be served by a beautiful maid. After washing, he was taken to a fragrant room to rest.

As for Zhen Cheng, after removing his disguise, he was taken to a slightly elegant and quiet study room.

In the huge room, on the row of bookshelves, thousands of volumes of books can be seen, and the strong smell of ink mixed with the smell of paper wafts in the air, which makes Zhen Cheng, who entered it, moved and panicked. , anxiety, and fear, seemed to gradually calm down along with the volumes in the room.

Meng Chuan, who brought him in, was a little cautious. He picked up a scripture from the side of the bookshelf, and sat on a wooden chair against the wall to watch it, very absorbed.

With Meng Chuan's skill and energy, even if he didn't sleep all night, he was still full of energy, without any signs of fatigue.

Although Zhen Cheng's martial arts were sealed, his eyesight was still there. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scroll that Meng Chuan was looking at. It was actually a secret book of swordsmanship. In addition to densely packed insights into mental methods, there were also sword manuals such as moves.

He has a very high level of knowledge, but he only tastes a few sporadic methods, and he feels that although this method is not a powerful martial art, it is more than enough to be used in the acquired practice and tempering the swordsmanship. The technique of Fayunjin is quite ingenious, and can be compared with superior swordsmanship.

His heart moved, could it be that the huge study room is full of bookshelves, thousands of books are all martial arts cheats?
When he thought of this possibility, he felt dizzy. This, how is this possible? There are so many martial arts, so vast, it is possible to collect so many martial arts with Meng Zhao, and even the Meng family alone?

This is simply more exaggerated than the so-called holy land of martial arts.

Fortunately, he glanced at it. Except for the one in Meng Chuan's hand, most of the nearby bookshelves were marked with astronomy, geography, mountains and rivers, human biographies, etc., which made him feel at ease.

Although Meng Chuan was flipping through the sword technique, he was also distracted to pay attention to Zhen Cheng. Seeing that he was horrified at first, then understood, he let out a sigh of relief, and sneered.
"Why, I was frightened, thinking that the room is full of martial arts cheats?"

As he spoke, he raised the sword manual in Yang's hand.

Zhen Cheng settled down and said,

"I was really taken aback at first, but even in the Holy Land of Martial Arts, there may not be a Musashi of this scale, so if you think about it carefully, you know it's impossible."

"You're right, even in the Holy Land of Martial Dao, it's impossible to have such a collection of books, but if my fourth brother is willing, it might be possible to turn this full house of books into martial arts.

For example, the sword manual in my hand was created by my fourth brother in just two sticks of incense time. "

Speaking of this, Meng Chuan's voice and expression couldn't help revealing respect, admiration, and fanaticism.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such absurd words.

But, just because I saw it with my own eyes, I know how monstrous Meng Zhao really is, and how difficult it is to catch up with him.

Of course Zhen Cheng doesn't believe in this kind of thing. Although there is a saying in martial arts, it must follow the basic rules, that is, specialization in martial arts.

Meng Zhao may be able to create some excellent martial arts in his field of expertise, but to say that he is omniscient and omnipotent and can fill the entire study room is a bit of a fantasy.

"Ha, I know you don't believe it, but it doesn't matter, my fourth brother doesn't want to do that either.

I just want to tell you through this matter, in front of the fourth brother, don't be self-righteous, and don't play petty tricks.

He is a man of great wisdom, as long as you cooperate honestly, you may have a chance to survive. "

"Don't doubt it, the reason why I told you this is because the third brother told me that when you imprisoned him, you treated him pretty well and didn't treat him harshly. Although he hated you for arresting him and imprisoning him, he also treated you somewhat gratitude.

I hope you will not disappoint my third brother's kindness. "

After all, Meng Chuan waved his hand and continued to focus on the sword manual, while Zhen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his attitude softened in his heart. (end of this chapter)