Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Although Bian Lao Er has many shortcomings, such as being too arrogant and not cautious enough in his actions, he also has his own strengths. In addition to his loyalty to Beitang Shu, his strong willpower is also one of them.

His will is as strong as iron. He cannot be bent by force, cannot be corrupted by wealth and honor, and cannot be subdued by punishment. What can you do with such a person?

After a few breaths, Bian Lao Er regained consciousness, even thanks to the severe pain in his shoulders.

"Since you have found out so clearly, then go and destroy them. I tell you honestly, the forces you mentioned are less than one-third of what I have seen. If your Meng family is brave enough, destroy all those you have found and see if you can stop these people from wanting to join the royal family!"

Liang Muchu shook his head and looked at Bian Lao Er with more appreciation.

"You are deliberately provoking me and want me to eliminate these forces. This is because there are not only people who are loyal to Beitang Shu, but also people who have never surrendered to Beitang Shu but just don't want to cause trouble, so they deliberately conceal this information, right!"

In fact, Liang Muchu could think it through without Bian Laoer deliberately doing so.

Yes, Beitang Shu has certain advantages in identity and bloodline, and his reputation is enough, but it does not mean that he can bring everyone under his command with just one move. There are still quite a number of people who are unwilling to join Beitang Shu, and do not want to offend Beitang Shu.

You can call these people fence-sitters or you can say they are cautious, but in any case it is understandable.

They are the poor people who survive in the gap between the two giants, Meng Zhao and Beitang Shu. Of course, in the eyes of Meng Zhao and Beitang Shu, such centrists are as hateful as the opponents.

"Liang Muchu, you are indeed a smart woman, but I don't understand, if you are so smart, why do you say so much nonsense to me.

You know very well that I am loyal to the Ninth Prince and will never betray him, so don't even think about getting any useful information from me."

Bian Laoer speculated that Liang Muchu not only wanted to know from him which forces he had contacted and which people were traitors, but also wanted to know whether he had any companions and whether he would alert the enemy.

And he was actually expecting this.

I am incompetent. I was carrying the heavy responsibility of being the Ninth Prince, but I was captured so easily. I really feel ashamed of the Ninth Prince.

In this case, it would be better to use my own life to give the Ninth Prince a warning.

Meng Zhao and the Meng family cannot be trusted and cannot be used. The only right way is to suppress them, invade them, and destroy them.

It is even a good idea to give the other party wrong information.

Liang Muchu slowly took out a yellow incense stick that was as long as a foot and as thick as his little finger from a mahogany cabinet in the room.

He took it to the oil square burner in front of Bian Laoer, pressed the dome of the yellow incense stick with the tip of his thumb, applied slight downward force, and then with extremely skillful force, inserted the yellow incense stick into the oil square burner.

"Do you know what this stove and this incense are?"

Bian Lao Er suddenly felt something was wrong. In fact, he had already discovered that the Meng family had extremely diverse methods and a lot of good things in their hands, otherwise he would not have been caught here in a confused and unclear manner.

This greasy incense burner and this thing that looks very different from ordinary incense products are probably not that simple. Could it be that they are specially used to deal with me?

Liang Muchu did not wait for Bian Laoer to answer and continued,

“This oil incense burner is made from the fat of a ferocious beast, and was smelted for several days by the alchemy master recruited by my Meng family.

It also contains a variety of secret medicines of the alchemy master to maximize the miraculous effects of the beast's meat and fat.

And this yellow incense stick, called the God-confusing incense, was made by my husband Meng Zhao himself. Do you know what secrets are hidden in it?" The more Bian Lao Er listened, the more uneasy he felt. He thought that he had a strong will, and even torture or death threats would never make him speak. But Liang Muchu must have his reasons for taking out these things.

Although the ferocious beast did not specify what it was, its oil generally had the effect of confusing people. Similarly, the incense made by Meng Zhao probably had the same effect.

Wouldn't it be possible for these two combined to break through one's mental defenses?

But Bian Lao Er is not an ordinary person, he said coldly,

"It's just a crooked way. I have the supreme spiritual secret technique given by the Ninth Prince. You are just showing off your skills in front of an expert."

This is not an exaggeration.

As Chen Siyuan and Fu Fei said before, the second and the eldest are both Beitang Shu's close confidants and important people.

After all, he was the old man who had been by his side since Yujing City.

Bian Lao Da had the talent of a general, so he joined the army to train soldiers and command the troops for Beitang Shu.

Bian Lao Er has a talent for martial arts. In addition to his own unique skills, he was also given a secret martial art by Beitang Shu.

Although he has not reached the level of a grandmaster, he can possess the abilities of a grandmaster when pushed to the limit.

This secret martial art, named Yuanguang Jingchan, originated from Taoism and was later used by great Buddhist monks and turned into a secret art of Buddhism.

The core essence is to use the body of round light and the mind of pure Zen, and to use both body and mind to stimulate the special potential of the human body and condense a seed of divine essence to leverage the power of heaven and earth. In addition, Bian Laoer once attempted to become a master, but although he failed, he has experienced this level of realm.

That is why one can, without being at the level of a grandmaster, rely on a secret martial art to reach the power of a grandmaster.

Yuanxin Pure Zen also has a great effect in tempering and protecting the mind and spirit of Bian Laoer.

Perhaps it is not as powerful as Meng Zhao's Ziwei magic to protect the soul, but it is also a good secret technique.

This is also where Bian Laoer’s pride lies.

Liang Muchu chuckled, and with a flick of his finger, a ray of flame was rubbed to the round top of the incense stick. Curls of yellow smoke rose up. At the same time, a bright, hot red light extended downward along the round top of the incense stick, and soon touched the oil incense burner.

Bright and fine lines suddenly lit up on the four sides of the incense burner, triggering the mysterious power in the void. The lines spread out, and a strange smell, like that of a fox, emanated from the incense sticks.

Bian Laoer had no choice but to hold his breath, while Liang Muchu leisurely took out a piece of transparent gauze and covered the lower half of his face. At the same time, he pointed his hand in the shape of a sword and poked thirteen times in the air, connecting the thirteen major acupoints on Bian Laoer's body.

Originally, Bian Laoer could still hold his breath, but when the thirteen major acupoints in his body were broken, his true energy suddenly flowed backwards in his body, and his mind gradually became scattered. He could not control himself, and in the blink of an eye, he swallowed all the bewitching fragrance and the smell of the fox into his mouth and nose.

In a daze, Bian Laoer had forgotten where he was, when he was, and who was in front of him.

His thoughts turned, his spirit went back, as if through a great power from the unknown, he traveled through time and space and returned to the past. He saw, saw the Ninth Prince, Beitang Shu? (End of this chapter)