When Meng Qinghuai was poisoned and died of blood all over his body, Meng Zhao and his party had already galloped on horseback, ran out of the county town, and were heading along an official road.
At this time, the weather is entering autumn. Although the sun is shining brightly in the sky, the weather is not hot. Riding on the horse, there is a bleak cool breeze blowing on my face, but I don't feel short of breath when it hits my face.
Meng Zhao has also been depressed in the Meng Mansion for a long time. Although his life is comfortable, rich and worry-free, he is inevitably a little depressed.
At this time, when I came to the official road in the wilderness, I saw the green grass and blue sky forming an endless line.
In the distance, there are green mountains hidden in the mist looming. Occasionally, there are terrifying beast roars that shake the mountains and fields, accompanied by a burst of majestic pressure. All the depression, suffocation, and narrow-mindedness in the heart are swept away.
Suddenly tightening the reins, holding the whip in hand and pointing to the distant mountain peak where the roar of beasts came from, he asked the people on his left and right,
"Where is that place? Did you know that there is such a terrifying beast?"
Lu Zhong was beside Meng Zhao at this time. He seemed to feel that his young master was happy and relaxed at this moment. He smiled and said,
"Master, that's called Yunwu Mountain. It connects our three counties of Nan'an, Dingxiang, and Julu. It towers into the clouds. It is one of the top three large mountains in Jizhou. It contains countless ferocious beasts and rare treasures. , Herb Ore.
It is a paradise for adventurers and a hell.
According to legend, in the deepest part of the mountain, there are pure-blooded dragons, black jade unicorns, purple electric rocs and other extremely powerful ferocious beasts. Our old family master once went deep into them, hoping to surrender those ferocious beasts as mounts, but unfortunately we were never able to discover them. Traces of ferocious beasts. "
Since the rise of humanity in ancient times and the defeat of hundreds of tribes, humans have been the protagonists between heaven and earth. During the medieval dynasty, the human race suppressed the world and expanded Chixian Shenzhou. Whether there are ferocious beasts or spiritual beasts in the world, The remnants of hundreds of tribes were all crushed to death.
At this stage, it is the same. Those ferocious beasts do have a place to survive, but they are often worried about the dignitaries of the Chinese Dynasty. Having a pure-blooded ferocious beast as a toy, pet, and mount is a very prestigious thing.
The former head of the Meng family, Meng Zhao's nominal grandfather, had once had this idea in mind, and with his peerless martial arts that was infinitely close to that of a master, he had a slight chance of success.
But after all, the fate is still shallow, and there is no trace of the ferocious beast that can catch the eye.
After listening to Meng Zhao, the roar of the ferocious beasts in the distant Yunmist Mountains was still faintly echoing in his ears.
"One day, I will follow the example of my ancestors, enter the Cloud and Mist Mountains, and surrender a pure-blooded ferocious beast as my mount."
All pure-blood ferocious beasts, once they reach adulthood, have innate combat power at worst. For example, the powerful ferocious beasts from ancient times can even compete with ancient gods and demons, and their strength is simply earth-shattering.
Meng Zhao's move also revealed his ambition and martial arts vision, and he was full of confidence.
After hearing this, the people on the left and right said good words and compliments one after another, but most of them were not well-educated, and their flattery was rough, but it was not as happy as the simple expression of appreciation on Kumaru's face, which made Meng Zhaolai happy.
This was just a small episode on the way, but Meng Zhao's speech instantly enlivened the atmosphere of the entire team. Even though they were riding on horseback and bumpy, it was still difficult to hide the excitement and excitement in everyone's hearts.
Soon, they rushed all the way to the edge of a small village outside the county town.
As soon as Meng Zhao and others dismounted, the second-fang warrior who had ambushed and monitored in advance came to meet them and summarized the surveillance information of the past few days to Meng Zhao and Lu Zhong.
In fact, nothing much has changed. Regardless of whether the family is using it as bait to catch Meng Zhao, there is a high probability that nothing will happen until Meng Zhao shows up.
Meng Zhao had no intention of hiding his identity at this time and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand.
"Gather everyone and go directly to the village."
After he said a word, within half a stick of incense, more than a hundred Meng family warriors gathered behind him. They were all holding sharp blades and had a good momentum. At the very least, they were all at the level of entry level.
Moreover, although this group of people has not undergone strict training, their personal qualities are still quite strong. Under the crowd tactics, they can also contain the innate masters.
At this time, the magic bat may be secretly observing Meng Zhao and others in a corner.
Lu Zhong did not dare to be careless and quietly placed Kumaru, who was disguised as a warrior of the Meng family, next to Meng Zhao, and he felt a little relieved.
When everyone gathered together, Meng Zhao took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the village. Behind him were stars holding the moon and a group of warriors guarding him. His footsteps thumped, the dust he stepped on flew up, and he could feel a strong masculine blood from a distance.
In someone's house in the village, a magic bat with a black robe, a ferocious face, and scarlet eyes was hidden in the shadows. He was keenly aware of the blood as strong as a furnace, and stretched out his tongue to lick his own in an extremely perverted way. The corner of the mouth is happy,
"What a grand young man, but this time is not in vain. If you can absorb so much masculine blood, even if you can't improve your cultivation level, it will be no problem to condense a few blood bat clones. It's a big gift. ah."
He was the only one involved in this operation. The God of Wealth also offered to send someone to help him, but the magic bat refused.
In his opinion, if you invite me, then I will be able to complete the task. Otherwise, if you ask me to come and find help, wouldn't you look down on me?
The brain circuits of batch people are abnormal, but they are also based on their confidence in their own strength.
With his martial arts cultivation of the Nine Innate Apertures and the particularity of the martial arts he learned, the Heavenly Bat Transforms Blood Sutra, as long as he does not encounter an opponent who can suppress him head-on, the human sea tactic will be beneficial to him.
Especially a group of Houtian warriors who are full of energy and blood, it is no less than a gluttonous feast for him.
If you can attract so many people, if nothing else, the trip to Nan'an will be worth it.
At the entrance of the village, there were a few old people chatting while basking in the sun, and it seemed like a quiet place. However, after hearing the rumbling footsteps like an earthquake, I saw a large black crowd coming from a distance, holding sharp knives. It seemed that he had some evil intentions, and he was suddenly frightened and scattered.
None of them looked old or clumsy. Instead, they ran as fast as they could, returned home, locked the door, and informed their families.
Then there is a storage cellar with a cellar, but without a cellar, it is also a wardrobe, with rice jars to stuff people into.
They didn't know whether Meng Zhao was a soldier or a thief, but they knew that the other party's force was not something that a small village could withstand. For the sake of safety, they naturally walked and hid whenever they could.
In the past, bandits and horse bandits attacked villages. Their survival was not due to the kindness of those inhumane people, but to their own initiative to avoid danger.
Meng Zhao paid no attention to these villagers and did not deliberately disturb them. Instead, under the guidance of a warrior from the Meng family, he went directly to the door of the house where he was suspected to be the descendant of the brother who slaughtered his wife.
Meng Zhao is determined to get the third key to Tu Xiu's treasure, regardless of whether this descendant is true or false.
Just let his samurai break through the door.
With a muffled thud, the faded red iron door shattered and shot towards the back of the door.
A group of warriors jumped in, scattered around, and instantly controlled the entire farmyard, and the people inside were naturally arrested.
