Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao and others were unaware of and did not care about the various discussions and emotions of these unrelated people.

The group of people was like a sharp sword, cutting through thorns and cutting across the long street.

Finally, under the guidance of Bai Shicheng, he arrived at the door of a rather low-key and elegant house.

"Hush!"

Meng Zhao tightened the horse's reins, and at the same time used both legs to clamp hard on the black-scaled horse's belly, which was as hard as steel.

Just now, he stopped the heterogeneous horse with the blood of the ferocious beast, looked at the house, and said with some surprise,

“This is Master Hong’s residence?

This is really low-key. The houses of ordinary wealthy households are probably more elegant than this one. "

In Meng Zhao's expectation, since Mr. Hong is a big boss, although he is not as powerful as the first-class power in Lingwu City, he is still in the second-rate and mid-range level. The mansion is luxurious and extravagant, which is in line with common sense.

But I didn't expect that I had misjudged him. He had financial resources and power, but he didn't reveal it.

If the information wasn't accurate, he must have thought that Bai Shicheng had led him the wrong way.

Bai Shicheng had already dismounted first, comforted his mount, and replied,

"Master Hong is indeed very low-key. Ordinary people in the world don't even know who the real owner of this land is.

He also rarely does things that are in the limelight, and he rarely offends people. "

Meng Zhao's face immediately became serious, and he could see that this Mr. Hong had a low-key temperament and was also tactful.

He might as well take the risk of offending someone and help him find out the identity of the person who kidnapped Meng Rong.

However, since Meng Zhao is here today, he will definitely gain something. This does not depend on Master Hong's cooperation.

If he knew it, then Meng Zhao would owe him a favor, and he would have to repay it tenfold or even a hundredfold in the future.

If Mr. Hong doesn't know the truth, the many innate strong men behind him are not just decorations.

After thinking clearly about this joint, Meng Zhao no longer hesitated and quickly turned over and dismounted. Meng Chuan, Liang Muchiu and others also did the same.

At this time, an old man of quite a certain age walked out of the open door of the small house. He was dressed as a butler and his dim pupils shrank when he saw Meng Zhao and his party.

He gestured to the person next to him without leaving a trace, and then he led a few boys to come forward and said with an energetic clasp of fists,

"I wonder which hero came to pay his respects. Is there any famous post?"

Although Meng Zhao and others had just arrived, their horses' hooves were like dragons, roaring like thunder, and rolling towards them.

Anyone who is not deaf can hear it. It is not surprising that he left the house early after learning about it and made such a gesture.

Bai Shicheng blinked, glanced at the old man, and then the message reached Meng Zhao's ears,

"Sir, this old man's martial arts are not weak. Although his energy and blood are withered, his cultivation is truly innate."

Meng Zhao knew what he was doing, so he quickly came to the old housekeeper and said straightforwardly,

"My dear, Meng Zhao, because something unexpected happened, I didn't prepare a name card. I hope that the old man will do it conveniently and take me to see Mr. Hong as soon as possible. I have something important to ask."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old housekeeper's nervous mood suddenly relaxed a little.

Although it was just a few sentences, it actually revealed a lot of information. The most important point was that Meng Zhao did not come here intentionally to be an enemy, but seemed to want to ask for some information.

After thinking about it for a while, a look of solemnity and curiosity appeared in his eyes, and he said,

"Could it be that Mr. Meng from Nan'an?"

"It's Meng!"

The average people in Guizhou may not know much about Meng Zhao's name, or have even heard of it, but people like him, or people who are in the martial arts world, will definitely not have heard of him.

The Iron Hands Guild is still a top-notch gang in Lingwu City. In terms of background level, it is still above Hong Ye's power. The Meng family casually destroyed the Iron Hands Guild. Their strength is so strong that it is comparable to the established aristocratic families in the city, not to mention him. Also has a strong background.

Furthermore, some time ago, there were rumors that Meng Zhao was poisoned and murdered, and that he was in a coma and that his life was in danger. Even the servants in Lord Hong's house were talking about it. How could he not know about it?

However, when I looked at him today, although Meng Zhao looked nervous and impatient, his complexion was extremely good, and his whole body was filled with a strong and powerful aura. He was by no means a weak person who was recovering from a severe poison.

It seems that as many people have speculated, the Meng family master may have been poisoned, but he was not harmed. Instead, he used it to attack and swallow up the Iron Hand Society. He is definitely a ruthless character.

In addition, looking at the innate strong men behind Meng Zhao whose aura stretched from heaven to earth, like a majestic sacred mountain or a vast abyss, the old housekeeper's evaluation and attitude towards him also climbed several levels again.

He didn't dare to rely on his old age, let alone deliberately delay or shirk the blame, so he quickly said,

"Since you are Mr. Meng, please come with me. Master Hong is practicing calligraphy in the study room of the house at this time."

Meng Zhao clasped his fists and thanked him, then walked with his head high and followed the old butler's lead into the Hong family's mansion.

Everyone was riding black-scaled horses, and they were being held and looked after by the servants of the Hong Mansion.

Along the way, he frowned and was worried. He had no idea of ​​spying on the Hong family and didn't care about it. He was just eager to see Mr. Hong.

The old housekeeper was surprised to see this. He knew that the Meng family master must have encountered some difficulty, and he was a little curious.

Even such a big shot can't solve the problem. Can my master do it?

The house was not big, so Meng Zhao was quickly taken outside the study room where Mr. Hong was. The old housekeeper led him into the room first, and he waited outside.

This is etiquette, and it is what it should be. Just because he is in a hurry, he cannot break the rules, especially now, he still has something to ask for.

To be honest, this was the result of the old housekeeper deliberately letting go and taking some responsibility for him.

Otherwise, just blocking him out and communicating back and forth would take a lot of time.

Not long after, I saw a man wearing a gray robe, a yarmulke, a dark red face, and an elderly man with a Chinese character opened the wooden door of the study and walked out.

He is about forty-five or six years old, short in stature, with a kind face and a mellow temperament without any sharp edges.

To describe him as having a breath like water is very appropriate and appropriate.

Moreover, this person is an out-and-out master. Liang Muchiu, Bai Shicheng and others have secretly told Meng Zhao through the method of transmitting sounds into the secret.

Mr. Hong walked out of the wooden door of the study and came to Meng Zhao and others. He cupped his fists with a smile and said,

"You are Meng Zhao?

I have long heard that the young master of the Meng family has a handsome appearance, a towering head and horns, and the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation. "

The so-called bridal sedan chair was carried by everyone, but Mr. Hong praised Meng Zhao and admired it. He was an old man.

If it were in the past, when Meng Zhao had plenty of time, he would have plenty of time to play Tai Chi and talk nonsense with him.

But I was really in a hurry today, so I could only suppress my emotions and smiled reluctantly,

"I'm ashamed, junior. Before I came to Lingwu City, I had already heard about Lord Hong's reputation for being anxious for public good and righteousness. I wanted to come and pay him a visit, but I was always entangled in trivial matters and found it difficult to get away.

There is a big trouble today. I just came to the house to pay my respects. I hope Master Hong will not take offense. "

The words were very polite, and it also pointed out that he had something important to do.