In the outer city of Lingwu, the Meng family manor is colorful, fragrant with flowers, and in a garden with deep paths.
The shade covered by circles of silk cotton leaves is like clouds in the sky.
The chirping birds jumped happily among the branches, occasionally catching small insects on the trees.
The artificially dug stream flows gurglingly, and the water quality is clear and translucent. You can see the pebbles of different shapes at the bottom of the stream.
The stone steps on both sides are polished smooth and translucent. Cups made of green bamboo are placed on the stream, tied with long strings, and sway with the flow.
There are fragrant juices and fragrant wines irrigating it, which is quite like a meandering stream.
Meng Zhao has a handsome face, long hair disheveled, wearing a loose white robe, sitting cross-legged on a blue cloth blanket.
Holding an ivory chopstick in his hand, he struck the gold plate and jade bowl, making a tinkling sound that was either crisp, melodious, long, or thick.
While tapping, sing loudly,
"The sea laughs, the tide surges across the strait, ups and downs follow the waves, just remember the present..."
The artistic conception of his lyrics is heroic, and his music is majestic and majestic. Unfortunately, the voice of the person singing the song is a bit light.
At the same time, it does not have the kind of mentality that sees through the world of mortals, which makes this classic a little more flawed.
Of course, in this world, there is no profession of singers. There are many actors who make a living in taverns, teahouses, or brothels, so there is no comparison.
At least, this song and these words still sound quite scary.
Han Lu and Zhu'er, who were sitting on the blanket with Meng Zhao, were stunned by Meng Zhao.
The two women held their cheeks in one palm at the same time, their beautiful eyes flashing with dazzling light, looking at Meng Zhao infatuatedly.
They were reluctant to look away for a moment, as if there was a magnet firmly attracting their gazes.
Beauty is in the eye of the lover, as is Song Yu and Pan An. There is no doubt that Meng Zhao at this time is so charming in the eyes of the two women that he is like a humanoid hormone.
After finishing the song, Meng Zhao was over his addiction. With one move of his hand, the green bamboo cup that undulated with the stream fell into his palm under the pull of invisible force.
I raised my head and took a sip, wiped my mouth, and the sweetness in my mouth spread to my heart, just one word, cool.
There is also a bit of happiness on his fair and handsome face. It is a rare and sunny expression on him.
Meng Zhao has been in this world for a long time, and practicing martial arts takes up most of his time. The rest is mostly about conspiracy, fighting, killing, and conspiracy and fighting.
Leisure time is either used to read books to recharge and understand knowledge, or to work hard and plan external affairs.
It can be said that there is no leisure for a moment. The real time for Meng Zhao to relax and relax is not that there is no time, but very little, and it is difficult to fully enjoy it in many cases.
All kinds of pressures and secrets are like a whip, forcing him to move forward all the time without daring to slack off.
This time it was different, because Tie Xiongfei sent people to poison and assassinate him, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and use it as an excuse to pretend to be poisoned and swallow the Iron Hand Club. This destined him not to appear in the public eye for a short period of time.<
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This is also a matter of attitude. Some people may guess or even be certain of his thoughts, but as long as they can keep their face, those people will not hold on to it. This is the rule.
And recently, he must suppress his cultivation to avoid entering the innate realm, exposing Ziwei's body, and being suppressed or even hunted down by the Beitang royal family.
Therefore, even daily martial arts training is a bit more relaxed and not as diligent as before.
Naturally, I have a lot more time to enjoy life.
It just so happened that the Meng family manor occupies an extremely large area with beautiful scenery and an idyllic scenery, which is also suitable for his leisurely mood.
"Wow, Meng Zhao, I didn't expect that you can also sing. You can sing pretty well. Can you sing to us more in the future?"
Zhu'er was more direct, saying good is good and bad is bad. When Meng Zhao finished singing, she immediately started chirping and commenting, her face flushed and her round little face full of joy. At the end, she even swung Meng Zhao's arm around her.
He will sing similar songs more often in the future.
Han Lu was not as direct as Zhu Er, but she smiled and nodded, as if she agreed very much.
In particular, although she is not very old, she has gone through a difficult time and has matured as a person. She also has her own opinions on some things, and she can especially appreciate the open-minded meaning in that word.
The only strange thing is how my young master can write such words that see through fame, fortune and worldly affairs.
Because according to the artistic conception written in Canghai Yiyixiao's poem, it is impossible to say that one day Meng Zhao will take them to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to take root, stay away from the world, fight, struggle, and enjoy the quiet years.
After all, words can express a certain state of mind of a person. A person's state of mind with a burst of laughter should be not far from retirement, but the reality is the opposite.
Meng Zhao did not see through the world of fame and fortune, but was ambitious and had great vision and expectations.
Meng Zhao might be able to hide this from others, but he could never hide this from Han Lu, who spent time with him day and night.
Han Lu doesn't care whether Meng Zhao will retire, because no matter what, she will always be by Meng Zhao's side, support him, and take care of him.
Meng Zhao smiled, shook his head and said,
"The music is good, the lyrics are also good, but unfortunately the mood is not enough, I guess it's just this time.
So, you two have some fun, you two are the only ones in the world who can hear me, Meng Zhao, singing."
Zhuer sighed, her face full of disgust. Of course, it was more because Meng Zhao rejected her.
However, Han Lu was a little uneasy and didn't pay much attention to the music. She worriedly said,
"Master, do you think something will happen to my second brother?
I heard that Lou Guanlan is the deputy gang leader of the Iron Hand Society and is a master of the Nine Innate Apertures. The second brother has the Innate Seven Apertures. The two worshipers who come to the hall are not as advanced as the second brother. I'm afraid, I'm afraid."
Meng Zhao waved his hand, interrupted her directly, and comforted her,
"Don't worry, your second brother is different from ordinary warriors. Not to mention just the Nine Innate Apertures, he is a strong man in the Zhoutian Cycle. He may be able to defeat him. I have enough confidence in him, and you must have confidence too."<
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No one knows Han Pu better than Meng Zhao, except Han Pu himself.
The simplest and most direct point.
Han Pu has a special physique, the body of a star. Lou Guanlan, who has been hanging out in Lingwu City for so many years, is just a master with some fame and martial arts, and it is impossible to have a special physique.
In this way, the so-called cultivation gap will not only be ignored, but it can even make Han Pu watch the action.
Is a special physique that cannot compete across levels still called a special physique?
Not to mention, Han Pu also has the Earth-level magic weapon, Changyang Magic Sword, Heavenly Man Martial Arts, and Burning Sky Five Ultimate Swords. This configuration is already second only to him.
If Han Pu like this can lose to Lou Guanlan, it can only be said that Meng Zhao's vision of people needs to be strengthened.
Han Lu frowned and sighed, obviously still worried.