It is autumn, the weather is high and the air is cool and the breeze is buzzing.

White clouds float above the middle of the sky, and the scenery behind them is blue, which is a beautiful and beautiful weather.

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

From the county government as the center, it radiates to all directions, with people rippling in full swing and bustling.

Every household, the tall buildings, was immersed in laughter and joy.

Occasionally, fireworks soared into the sky and suddenly burst out, like misty rain, causing many naughty children to scream and be very excited.

This day is the prevalent local flower god birthday, which requires sacrifice and 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 in full bloom, competing for beauty and beauty.

On the streets of Nanshi City, Meng Zhao was wearing a light green high-necked, narrow-sleeved silk dress, a jade ring hanging on his waist, a Buddhist beads in his hands, and half covered in long hair. He walked leisurely among the bustling crowd, moving his style lightly.

He smiled on his face, his eyes were filled with a faint purple light, and he had a noble spirit that was beyond ordinary people.

His handsome face and tall and slender figure made many young girls who were interacting with each other and were heartbroken and froze.

His eyes followed his steps without realizing it, almost hitting someone else and making a joke.

Meng Zhao followed Meng Chuan on the left, with short hair like a steel needle and a cold and serious face.

The huge body wrapped in a water-blue robe is also stands out among 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 Le was embarrassed with a round face, bent over slightly, holding a cluster of flowers in both hands, all in colorful shapes, complaining,

"Young Master, since you don't want to have contact with these big girls and wives, why should you accept the flowers you send?

The little slave is now full of flowers and his nose is full of pollen."

As he said that, he sneezed out of place, causing people around him to avoid him, and Lu Le was perfectly red.

The God of Flower is also a famous God of Love. During the birthday of the God of Flower, boys and girls will walk out of their homes and visit the temple fair.

When you are traveling, when you meet someone you like, you will give the flowers in your hand to the other party to express your feelings.

Of course, this approach is mostly just an expectation and yearning for innocent and romantic love, and few people really use it to privately decide for life.

The orders of parents and the words of matchmakers are the mainstream ways of marriage.

However, it rarely does not mean that there are no. During the birthday of the Flower God, there have been some heroic love stories, breaking through the shackles of ethics and thoughts, pursuing true love, which makes people yearn for.

Of course, there is also the fact that the spring breeze is once, and the pearl fetus is secretly knotted.

Meng Zhao has a handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, and luxurious clothes. She is a first-class romantic talent.

Walking on the street, I was naturally favored by many women, and I collected flowers one after another.

It may not be true that you fall in love at first sight, but you may feel more about sex when you see it.

Of course, although I received the flowers, Meng Zhao had no idea of ​​having spring breeze with these women.

After all, he is still young (he thinks), and the pure Yang boy's aura is also very important and cannot be given up easily.

"Only martial arts and the love of a girl cannot be disappointed.

Ale, if you are envious, you can also find a woman you like and offer flowers to show your love. Maybe you can give birth to a grandson for Uncle Zhong as soon as possible.

I saw that he was depressed recently and was very bored in his home. If he could enjoy his grandchildren and enjoy the joy of family, it would be of great help to his cultivation."

Faced with Meng Zhao's teasing, Lu Le's round face became even more flushed and bulging. Finally, he put a word on it.

"The adoptive father said that although the formless Hunyuan jin I practice does not pay attention to the pure yang boy body, it is best to keep the yang energy pure before the innate.

This will be of great benefit to cultivation and future martial arts.”

When Meng Zhao and Meng Chuan heard this, they looked at each other and then laughed out loud. It turned out that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare.

After all, Lu Le is just a young man with a strong spirit under twenty years old.

Suddenly, Meng Chuan's face changed, as if he had seen something that made him angry, and he trotted forward a few steps.

Meng Zhao looked at it and found that Meng Rong, who was walking in front of everyone, was entangled by a boy with greasy and pink face. The other party also gave Meng Rong a flower, which was obviously intended to show love.

Although Meng Rong is young, she has pink face and peach cheeks, delicate facial features, and white and tender skin as white as jade. She already has the appearance of a beautiful woman. It is not surprising that she has such a crazy bee, waves and butterfly.

But it's a pity that although Meng Rong is innocent and ignorant of the world, she is not a small family and has masters around her. Not to mention that Meng Chuan, a powerful man like a god, stepped forward and frightened the boy so much that he was so scared that he didn't want the flowers, so he turned around and left.

Meng Zhao smiled and was in a happy mood. He didn't realize that Meng Chuan actually had hidden girls' attributes.

These days, he has lived a hard life.

I took half an hour a day to handle the affairs of the Second House Mansion.

With the help of Lu Le, he gradually became more and more skillful, without making any mistakes, and everything was in order.

He only put two things in the rest of the time, first reading books and second practicing martial arts.

I read a lot of books, very mixed, including serious historical books, miscellaneous notes on experiences, biographies, local anecdotes, etc., and more books on martial arts knowledge, which are very helpful for broadening horizons, understanding, and increasing wisdom.

Practicing martial arts is the most important thing. Every day, using the wood-original spiritual beads to swallow essence, practice internal strength, and be brave and diligent. At the same time, pay attention to using the current functions of the Sky Mirror, consuming energy points bit by bit, assisting yourself in practicing the iron-smelting hand, and the two martial arts of the Ten Directions Steps are also quite rewarding.

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

Going out today is a spontaneous and proactive behavior.

After all, it is too much to pay attention to everything, and it is easy to relax. Since you have worked hard for so long, it is not necessary to reward yourself with a relaxed day.

Suddenly, Meng Zhao's smile disappeared, and a purple light suddenly appeared in his eyes, as deep as autumn water, and subconsciously used his skills to be wary.

Inside the Dantian, six red flags and the seventh side condensed most of the flags, making a sound, burning with raging waves, rolling up the sky and sea of ​​fire, spreading to every corner of the body, and a wave of heat surged out of his body.

Others didn't understand why, so they just subconsciously looked up at the sky, feeling that the weather was very cool, why did they feel so hot, as if they were standing by the stove?

All the abnormal movements were just because Meng Zhao instinctively felt that there was danger approaching, as if a very dangerous beast was lurking beside him, staring at him, waiting for an opportunity to go.

Meng Zhao's spiritual awareness is different from others.

Because other people may be nervous and have inaccurate intuition.

But he had the existence of the Zhaotian Mirror in his mind, and his intuition was more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary warriors, which was not an exaggeration to say that it was a radar.

His heart was feeling stronger and stronger, and his eyes moved swaying.

Soon, he found the source of his dangerous intuition.

Ten feet away from him, in front of the pancake shop, in the crowd.

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

This person is eight feet tall, has big arms, round waist, thick eyebrows and wide nose, and looks handsome.

However, the eyes that were like copper bells were filled with a cold feeling like the cold winter, and their eyes were directly aimed at him.
Chapter completed!