Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 99 The Birth of the Flower God and Hostility (Subscribe)

It is autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp, with a cool breeze.

White clouds are floating above the middle sky, and the scenery behind is as blue as washing. It is a sunny and sunny day.

In the county city, it was extremely lively at this time.

From the county mansion as the center, it radiates in all directions, and the flow of people is blazing and bustling.

Every household, with its gates and tall buildings, is immersed in laughter and laughter.

Occasionally, fireworks would burst into the air and explode like misty rain, causing many naughty children to yell and get excited.

This day is the birthday of the flower god, which is popular in the local area, and sacrifices are required, and there is a flower god temple fair.

Every household will pick a flower and decorate it in front of the door. It can be said that a hundred flowers bloom together, competing for beauty and beauty.

On Nanshi Street, Meng Zhao was wearing a light blue silk dress with a high collar and narrow sleeves, a jade ring hanging from his waist, a Buddhist bead in his hand, and his long hair half draped.

He had a smile on his face, his eyes had a faint purple brilliance, and he had an air of nobility that transcended the common world.

The handsome face and tall and slender figure made many young girls who came and went with their hearts throbbing.

His eyes followed his steps unknowingly, and almost bumped into someone else, making a joke.

Meng Zhao followed Meng Chuan on the left, with short hair like steel needles and an indifferent and serious face.

Her huge body was wrapped in a water-blue robe, and she stood out from the crowd, even more eye-catching than Meng Zhao.

Such a mighty and strong person is really rare.

On the right side of Meng Zhao, Lu Leyuan had a troubled face, bent slightly, holding a cluster of flowers in both hands, and complained,

"Master, since you don't want to have contact with these big girls and young wives, why accept the flowers from them?

As a result, Xiao Nu's body is now covered with the fragrance of flowers, and his nose is full of pollen. "

As he said that, he sneezed untimely, causing people around to avoid him one after another, and Lu Le blushed completely.

The Flower God is also a well-known God of Love. On the birthday of the Flower God, boys and girls will come out of their homes and enjoy the temple fair.

When playing, if you meet someone you like, you will give them the flowers in your hand to express your heart.

Of course, most of this kind of practice is just a kind of expectation and yearning for pure romantic love, and few people really decide their life on this basis.

The order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker are the mainstream ways of marriage.

It's just that few of them don't mean none. During the Flower God's Birthday, there have been some epic love stories, breaking through the shackles of ethics and thoughts, pursuing true love, and making people yearn for it.

Naturally, the spring breeze once, and the dark knot of the bead tire is also indispensable.

Meng Zhao has a handsome appearance, an extraordinary temperament, and luxurious clothes. He can be called a first-class romantic talent.

Walking on the street, he was naturally favored by many women, and the flowers were harvested one after another.

It may not really be love at first sight, it's more about love at first sight.

Of course, even though he accepted the flowers, Meng Zhao had no intention of having a romantic relationship with these women.

After all, he is still young (he thinks himself), and the pure yang boyishness is also very important, and cannot be easily discarded.

"Only martial arts and the love of girls, you can't let them down.

If you are envious, Ah Le, you can also find a woman you like and present flowers to show your love. Maybe you can give birth to a grandson for Uncle Zhong sooner.

I see that he is depressed recently, it is very boring to stay at the house, if he can entertain his grandchildren and enjoy the family happiness, it will be of great help to his self-cultivation. "

Faced with Meng Zhao's teasing, Lu Leyuan's face became even more flushed and puffy, and he finally choked out a sentence,
"Yifu said, although I don't pay attention to the pure yang boy's body in my practice of Wuxiang Hunyuanjin, it is best to keep the yang energy pure and pure before innate.

This is of great benefit to cultivation and future martial arts. "

Meng Zhao and Meng Chuan looked at each other when they heard the words, and then laughed out loud. It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

In the final analysis, Lu Le is just a young man who is not yet 20 years old.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan's face changed, as if seeing something that made him angry, he trot forward a few steps.

Meng Zhao looked, it turned out that Meng Rong, who was walking at the front of the crowd, was being entangled by a boy with a greasy hair and pink noodles. The other party even gave Meng Rong a flower, obviously intending to show his love.

Although Meng Rong is young, she has pink face and peach cheeks, exquisite facial features, and skin as white and tender as jade.

But it's a pity that although Meng Rong is naive and ignorant of world affairs, she is not a small family, and she has expert guards by her side, let alone Meng Chuan, a man as mighty as a god, who is as powerful as a god, immediately scared the kid to the ground , I don’t want any flowers, just turn around and leave.

Meng Zhao smiled and was in a happy mood. He didn't realize that this Meng Chuan had a hidden sister-controlling attribute.

These days, his life can be described as hard work.

Set aside half an hour every day to deal with the affairs of the Erfang mansion.

With the help of Lu Le, he gradually became more comfortable, never made mistakes, and everything was in order.

For the rest of the time, he only focuses on two things, the first is reading, and the second is practicing martial arts.

I read a lot of books, very miscellaneous, there are serious history books, miscellaneous notes, biographies, local anecdotes, etc., and more books on martial arts knowledge, which are very useful for broadening horizons, understanding, and increasing wisdom. help.

Practicing martial arts is the most important thing. Every day, I use the wood and earth spirit beads to absorb essence, practice internal strength, and strive to be brave and diligent. At the same time, I pay attention to using the current function of the sky mirror to consume energy points little by little to assist myself in the cultivation of iron hands. Shifangbu and two martial arts are also quite rewarding.

It can be said that the two strings of his body and spirit are very tight.

Going out to play today can be regarded as an act of his own initiative.

After all, it’s not too much to be too particular about everything, and there is a degree of relaxation. Since you have worked so hard for so long, it’s okay to reward yourself for a relaxing day.

Suddenly, the smile on Meng Zhao's face disappeared, and purple light appeared in his eyes, which were as deep as autumn water, and he subconsciously exercised his vigilance.

In the dantian, the six red flags, and the seventh flag with more than half of it condensed, were hunting and blazing, rolling up a sea of ​​flames, spreading to every corner of the body, and a wave of heat gushed out of his body.

Others didn't know why, but they subconsciously looked up at the sky, thinking that the weather was very cool, why did they feel so hot, as if they were standing by a stove?
All the changes were due to Meng Zhao's instinctive intuition that danger was approaching, as if an extremely dangerous beast was lurking beside him, eyeing a tiger, waiting for an opportunity.

Meng Zhao's spiritual perception is different from others'.

Because other people may be nervous and have inaccurate intuition.

But he has a sky mirror in his mind, and his intuition is more than a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary warriors, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a radar.

The feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his eyes moved erratically.

Soon, he found the source of his danger instincts.

Ten feet away from him, in front of the bakery, among the crowd.

A tall and strong man, wearing a black close-fitting samurai uniform, with long hair tied behind his head by a short scarf.

This person is eight feet tall, with big arms and round waist, thick eyebrows and broad nose, and a dignified appearance.

But the eyes that were like copper bells exuded a coldness like the cold winter of March [-]th, and they were directly aimed at him.

Meng Zhao's heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was wrong, who is this person, and why is there such hostility towards him?
(End of this chapter)