Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 616 Rich Young Boy (for Subscription)

Meng Zhao asked his servants to bring the invitation, opened it and looked at it, with a hint of doubt in his eyes,
"Xuanxinguan, Fu Qingtong, why did he invite me to meet?"

Meng Zhao has not been in Lingwu City for too long, but he is familiar with people of all sizes in the city.

This rich young boy is one of the 27 aristocratic families. He is a son of a rich family. He joined Xuanxin Guan's sect since he was a child.

When Meng Zhao went to Xuanxin Temple to visit Fuyang old Taoist priests, this rich young boy was also there as a companion. He was a young man in his 25s.

Excellent aptitude, deep internal cultivation, quite Dao rhyme, the future is innately promising.

However, due to identity issues, the two did not meet each other. It can only be said that they met each other and knew their names.

Looking at the meeting place again, it is not far from Mengjiazhuangzi, about seven miles away, there is a place called Fangcao Pavilion, it should be a deserted pavilion in the wild, it is really not a good place to meet.

Meng Zhao was originally a cautious person. Recently, he had offended too many people and had too many burdens on him. He was afraid of being calculated by others.

I didn't want to pay attention to it, after all he had nothing to do with Fu Qingtong, at most he had something to do with his master.

However, after careful consideration and consideration, he decided to go to the appointment.

But I will bring some more people to ensure my safety, so as not to be plotted against.

Seeing this, Meng Rong was very curious.

"Fourth brother, do you want to go out to meet friends? Can you take me with you, I will be very good."

Meng Chuan also looked at Meng Zhao eagerly. He was not interested in Xuanxinguan's disciples, but he really wanted to learn Xuanxinguan's martial arts.

After all, it is the unique knowledge of the Holy Land inherited from Zhenwu Temple, one of the thirteen schools, and it has its own unique features.

Meng Zhao directly shook his head, it is not clear what the Fu Qingtong wanted him for, he only said that he had something important to discuss.

Meng Zhao took people there, and he didn't care whether to leave or stay. If he took the two of them, he would definitely be tied up.

Looking at the time, it was very close to the appointed time. Meng Zhao thought about it, and then someone notified Cang Shuyun, Taoist Priest Picking Flowers, and Xue Huaiyong to follow, as well as dozens of well-trained Vermilion Bird guards. .

Unless he met the terrifying old man who rescued Meng Rong, his safety should be guaranteed.

Fangcao Pavilion is an octagonal pavilion built on the ancient cross road in the wilderness. The blue stone body is dark, and the brown logs are covered with mottled cracks, which are the accumulation of years and the erosion of wind and rain.

On the top of the pavilion facing the north, there is a plaque with a poem on it, which is a farewell poem. According to legend, it was written by a scholar in the late Ming Dynasty. The authenticity is unknown, but because of this rumor, Many people regard this place as a farewell place, also known as a farewell pavilion.

When Meng Zhao and others rode their horses to the Fangcao Pavilion, they found that the ancient road extending in all directions had been heavily blocked by a group of gray-clothed blade-wielding warriors. This group of people was well-trained, but lacked murderous intent. They should be from a certain family. Or a strong family whose power is purely based on training.

After Meng Zhao got off his horse, someone came forward to receive him, with all the courtesy, he announced that he was the steward of the rich mansion, and took Meng Zhao and his party to the Fangcao Pavilion.

There is only one person sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, wearing a green scarf, with fluttering sleeves, eyebrows like knives, round eyes like stars, and a tall nose that looks a bit more aggressive, although it is not as handsome as Meng Zhaoqing, but it is also different. Merry and elegant rhyme.

It was the direct disciple of Fuyang old Taoist who once had a relationship with Meng Zhao, a rich young boy from a rich family.

When he saw Meng Zhao coming, he got up quickly, strode up to Meng Zhao, clasped his fists and saluted, and said with a smile,
"Qingtong has seen Mr. Meng.

It's been a while since I watched farewell in Xuanxin last time, see you today, the young master's demeanor is even better than before, it's really yearning! "

Meng Zhao didn't know what his purpose was for the time being, and even doubted whether he might be the black hand behind Tie Xiongfei, but he kept his face calm and replied humbly,
"What does the rich son say? I'm just a person rolling around in the world of mortals. I can't compare to the rich son who quietly recites Huang Ting and enjoys himself in the world. This leisurely and leisurely heart of cultivation is the envy of others."

The two flattered each other, looked at each other with a smile, and walked into the Fangcao Pavilion hand in hand and sat opposite each other.

The other two masters who followed stood outside the pavilion, leaving enough space for the master to communicate privately.

After taking his seat, Meng Zhao didn't argue with him, and asked directly,

"I don't know why Mr. Fu invited me here today?"

"One is for my own selfish thoughts, and the other is entrusted by others to come to see Mr. Meng."

Meng Zhao was surprised, and then smiled warmly, with a quiet temperament, compared with the previous strong and domineering prestige, he seemed to be indifferent to fame and wealth, playing in the world like a jade son,

"Meng listened attentively, not knowing what his selfish thoughts were, and what was the matter entrusted by others?"

In his heart, he ruled out the possibility that he ordered Tie Xiongfei to poison him.

Fu Qingtong maintained a smile on his face, but in his round eyes, there was a trace of majesty, three points of fanaticism,

"I worshiped under the Xuanxin Temple since I was a child, and I went to the Zhenwu Temple with my master to meet my ancestors, and I was able to pass on the unique skill of melting soldiers. I feel that the fire power of my cultivation is unstoppable, fierce and fierce. At the same level of cultivation, few people can match it. match.

However, the master once commented that the Meng family's unique skill Chiqi Ling is the supreme fire, and the domineering momentum is still above the hands of Rongbing.

A man who is rich is not talented, and when he saw Mr. Meng from Xuanxinguan, he wanted to ask a question or two, or he could compare and refer to each other, and each had his own understanding. "

Meng Zhao sighed in his heart, another person came to discuss and ask for advice because of the world-famous Chiqi Order.

It has to be said that the reputation of the Meng family's family-inspired skills is really not ordinary. The so-called peers are enemies, whether it is the Xuanhuo Sutra or Melting Soldiers, they are also the first-class Yanghuo system in the world. Don't learn, how can you not want to make gestures with the Chiqi Ling who is known as the supreme fire in the fire?

Meng Zhao pondered for a moment, then shook his head,

"Brother Fu's request, Meng shouldn't refuse, but there is something I have to say.

I once had an adventure, I have changed my foundation, and what I have learned is no longer the family's red flag order, I am afraid that Brother Fu will be disappointed. "

After finishing speaking, Meng Zhao put his right hand on the stone table with his palm facing the sky, and between his five fingers, five lifelike red dragon-shaped energy snaked out, coiled together, and a gust of extremely strong wind swept outward.

The nature of its true energy is indeed scorching hot like lava, but its fundamental spirit has become a real dragon.

Anyone who has reached the highest level of martial arts can easily see that what he said is true.

Fu Qingtong was also dumbfounded when he saw it, his eyes sparkled, and it took him a long time before he said with emotion,

"Young Master Meng is really a source of good fortune. To have such a chance and to be able to practice magical skills is to be a servant of Meng Lang."

He could be sure right away that the martial art Meng Zhao switched to was far more mysterious and mighty than the Chiqi Order, so why bother to switch?
In particular, it is even more difficult to describe the overwhelming pressure that faintly brought him.

But Meng Zhao shook his head and comforted him,
"It's not entirely true, the fifth younger brother just came to Lingwu City not long ago, he is a genius, he is practicing the family-passed Chiqi Commander's magical skill, and his cultivation level is also suitable.

If Brother Fu is willing, you can choose a time to come to the village to compete with my fifth brother, you will not be disappointed. "

(End of this chapter)