Ever since he could remember when he was three years old.
He understood this very well.
He knew that he would be the leader of the Yu world in the future...
No.
To be precise, these were the two leaders of swordsmanship in the world during the Northern Wei Dynasty and Dayu Dynasty.
This issue.
It was determined from the moment he was born.
So for a long time, he was not in a hurry to practice.
Compared to martial arts, he would rather live a good life and experience other things.
For example, reading.
For example, Taoism.
If Lion Rock was not far away from Muzhou, he would even consider whether to experience the true meaning of Buddhism.
After all, he knew that he would definitely become the leader of the swordsmanship in these two worlds.
So since that day will come sooner or later, what's the harm in being one day earlier and one day later?
His failure to do his job properly has been criticized by others for a long time.
Especially when everyone knows that he does have some talent, a young master who is behind the generals does not practice martial arts. He reads books full of books all day long and likes to interact with several people in the Taoist temple in the city.
A Taoist priest talks about Taoism, but he looks like a man who is playing with things and losing his ambition.
This situation lasted until he was twelve years old.
He remembered that it was a summer afternoon when Meng Ziliang returned from collecting scenery outside the city with several servants at home. During those days, he happened to be fascinated by ink painting, so he wanted to paint a picture of summer in southern Xinjiang.
The sun was shining brightly, so with the help of several servants, he climbed over the wall and left home.
When I got home, I happened to see a guest coming to my house.
He had been grounded at home these days because he was neglecting his martial arts. Naturally, he didn't want to be discovered by his father, so he hunched over and tried to pass through the main house and sneak back to his room.
But after taking a few steps, he was stopped by his father.
He thought he would be scolded by his father again, but that day his father just said: "I just know how to have fun outside."
Then there was no further text.
Then he introduced the visitors to his home.
A man of the same grade as his father - Zheng Jingtong, the peak master of Liuhuan Peak in Tianxuan Mountain.
The other is his daughter, Zheng Lingyin, who is one year older than Meng Ziliang.
The father seemed very happy that day. While chatting enthusiastically with Zheng Jingtong, he asked Meng Ziliang to sit aside. It was rare that he did not scold Meng Ziliang at all for his playfulness.
The next day, Zheng Jingtong left the Meng Mansion, but his daughter stayed.
In his words...
Zheng Lingyin likes the scenery of southern Xinjiang and wants to stay at home temporarily.
Meng Ziliang's father was busy with the training of the Silver Dragon Army, so the matter of entertaining the distinguished guest Zheng Lingyin was left to Meng Ziliang.
…
To be fair, Meng Ziliang didn't really like this job at the beginning.
Of course it's not because I hate Zheng Lingyin.
In fact, Zheng Lingyin is a very beautiful girl.
Even though she was only thirteen years old at that time, she was already well-off and generous.
He just has a very clear plan for his life.
He had to learn to draw hard, and he had to try to write a few articles, and well... it would be best to write one or two romance novels. For this purpose, he could not read hundreds of best-selling stories on the market, but the huge amount was not enough.
He also needs to study the Taoist alchemy technique and delve into the method of cultivating Taoism.
There are also armor-breaking techniques, puppet techniques, and even shikigami techniques, and he wants to know more about them.
If everything goes well, you can go to Lion Rock when you are eighteen years old and listen to the teachings of eminent monks.
Wait until you are twenty years old before you start practicing swordsmanship.
There was enough time for him to become the leader of swordsmanship in the Dayu and Northern Wei Dynasties before he was twenty-eight years old.
Although his talent is not very high whether it is writing articles or teaching Buddhism, it can even be said that he is quite stupid in these aspects.
But that's what he wanted to know.
He couldn't explain why he felt that way, but secretly, he just wanted to understand these things.
It's like making up for some regrets.
Therefore, under such a tight time schedule, anything else would be a trouble for him.
He pushed the matter to the servants at home and asked them to receive Zheng Lingyin happily.
But Zheng Lingyin didn't buy it. Whenever she had free time, she would appear next to Meng Ziliang, asking him intentionally or unintentionally where there was fun in Muzhou, and when he would be free to take her to play.
Meng Ziliang was just pushing the envelope.
He said he would take her there if he was free, but when Zheng Lingyin asked him when he would be free, he was vague.
Probably because he noticed Meng Ziliang's absent-mindedness, Zheng Lingyin never came to him for nearly half a month.
Just when he thought that the other party had lost patience with him, Zheng Lingyin appeared in front of her again.
He happened to be painting that day, and this time, she happened to bring rice paper and pen and ink.
He didn't ask any more questions, he just sat down next to Meng Ziliang, asked his servants to set up the tables and chairs, and followed Meng Ziliang in painting.
She painted whatever Meng Ziliang painted, without making a sound or disturbing him. She just stayed with him quietly, doing the same thing as him.
Meng Ziliang felt strange at first.
He secretly thought that the other party was deliberately against him.
But as time passed, he gradually realized that Zheng Lingyin didn't seem to be angry with him.
She just followed him. When he painted, she also painted. When he read, she also read. When he listened to music, she also listened to music.
In short, she did whatever he did, but she never disturbed him or asked too many questions.
Finally one day he couldn't hold it in any longer and asked Zheng Lingyin, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Zheng Lingyin, who was only thirteen years old at the time, just blinked at him: "You seem to be very busy and don't have much time to talk to me."
"I just thought that if I did the same thing as you, I might get to know you better."
"But why do you want to understand me?" Meng Ziliang asked puzzled.
The girl didn't have any high-sounding reasons, she just said seriously and honestly: "I want you to like me."
"Why?" Meng Ziliang was a little surprised.
"I am Zheng Jingtong's daughter." Zheng Lingyin responded.
"Then what?" Meng Ziliang still didn't understand.
"But I can't practice..." Zheng Lingyin said again.
Hearing this, Meng Ziliang looked up and down at the girl in front of him.
This kind of sizing had already happened when the two met.
But this time, compared to the last time, it took him a few more breaths.
Then, Meng Ziliang said: "But it's not your fault."
"Maybe." Zheng Lingyin was noncommittal about this. Her face showed a calmness and maturity that was different from that of a girl of this age.
"But I want to make up for it, no matter whose fault it is."
Meng Ziliang frowned: "I still don't quite understand."
"My father is the peak master of Liuhuan Peak. Our Zheng family has been the master of Liuhuan Peak for generations. Not only because we have enough background in Liuhuan Peak, but also because every generation can have one who can intimidate other people who covet Liuhuan Peak."
The helmsman of Xiaoxiao."
"That person should have been me, but I can't practice cultivation, so I have to let someone who can help the Zheng family like me, marry me, and be my husband."
Meng Ziliang finally understood what the other party said.
He was stunned for a moment, with a little displeasure in his heart: "So, you just need someone with enough potential to help you stabilize everything in your Zheng family, and it doesn't really matter who that person is, right?"
"Yeah." Zheng Lingyin nodded straightforwardly.
But the next moment he said: "But I hope that person is you."
"Why?" Meng Ziliang was a little surprised.
"Because you don't like me." Zheng Lingyin came up with a very strange logic.
"Although I can't practice cultivation, I am Zheng Jingtong's daughter after all, and I am pretty good-looking. If you marry me, you will own the entire Liuhuan Peak."
"Few people can refuse such a thing, but you don't seem to care about it."
Meng Ziliang burst into laughter, remembering that his plan last year was to read enough novels about ghosts and monsters. There were many such scenes in those various stories.
The daughter of a wealthy family often dislikes wealthy young men who are courteous to her, but is often attracted to poor young men who are indifferent to her.
"So, you wealthy families, um... that's not right. Top wealthy families like you have this habit of liking others the more they dislike you." He couldn't help but ask curiously.
"I'm not sure, but I don't have such a fetish."
Zheng Lingyin responded very straightforwardly.
Then she looked at Meng Ziliang and said again with a childish but serious face: "I just know that if you know this now and still don't like me, then when you fall in love with me one day
hour……"
"That means you really like me."
Meng Ziliang was in a daze.
"Are you so sure that I will like you?"
"Not sure, but I want to try."
"Because, after growing up, no one has ever really liked me..." At that moment, a certain emotion that a girl of her age should have appeared on the girl's face - yearning for the future, longing for some beautiful things.
expectations of things.
Meng Ziliang's heart trembled. He didn't quite understand what he said.
He's not very smart to begin with.
Except for swordsmanship, in many things, his talent and understanding can be called a complete mess, at least that's what he thinks.
He just felt the hidden bitterness behind these words.
"But...if..."
"I mean what if."
"Even if I like you, will you definitely like me?"
"If we didn't like each other, would getting married make you happy?" Meng Ziliang asked with a frown.
At that time, the girl who was only one year older than the twelve-year-old Meng Ziliang lowered her head. She was like a cat abandoned in the pouring rain. She was obviously shivering from the heavy rain, and she was clearly shaking in her heart.
Pretending to be full of grievances.
But he couldn't even utter a word of blame, he just turned all the sadness into a touch of bitterness, melted it on his cheeks, and said something dull.
"For someone like me..."
"Just the fact that he really likes me is enough to be the whole reason for me to like him."
Meng Ziliang was stunned.
He looked at the girl in front of him, and he didn't know whether she looked so much like the tabby cat he had lost a few years ago, or whether he was already used to having her by his side, playing the piano and painting.
Anyway.
From then on.
The boy who has a very clear plan for his life.
I decided to take some time out of my busy schedule and my already busy schedule.