Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

It was very difficult for Meng Zhao and Beitanghe to kill Zhu Xie Chiri or to drive him away.

At least the imperial court can't suspect them, and this has to pass the test of the royal family master.

Afterwards, the two met twice and discussed several methods, but they couldn't achieve perfection, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

If something goes wrong, no one can afford it, and it can only be delayed.

On this day, just after noon, the sun was hanging in the sky, the golden sun shone down, and the temperature on the earth rose, which was a rare weather.

Meng Zhao and several of his women talked about love in a room, and also taught them the way of martial arts, so as to improve their cultivation.

With Meng Zhao's martial arts attainments at this time, it is more than enough to point out even a talented fighter like Niu Dali, let alone a group of women?
The atmosphere in the room is also very natural and harmonious.

Not to mention Liang Muqiu, Han Lu, and Zhu'er, the newcomers Xun Wenjun, Ding Zhanyun, and Zhuo Muling have already blended in very well.

At least on the surface, the relationship seems to be harmonious, and it won't cause Meng Zhao a headache.

The three of them, Xun Wenjun, have good martial arts. After all, they are all from rich families, and their aptitude is not bad.

This point, even if Xun Wenjun is praised as a talented woman, it is the same. A talented woman is just a hobby, martial arts, that is the capital for living and living.

The most important thing is that the three of them have superb internal skills, and they have a solid foundation.

It's just that they are not good at fighting and fighting, and belong to pure practitioners.

It is enough to be able to practice or not to be a theoretical master, and it is much better than not knowing anything.

Meng Zhao didn't expect all of them to become such powerful figures as Liang Muqiu.

But in three years, at least he has to practice innate state, so that he can be with him for a long time in the future.

Otherwise, the difference in martial arts is too great, after all, it is just a momentary pleasure, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the situation that ends in darkness.

This point, Meng Zhao also confided to the three daughters respectively after having a happy bed, hoping that they can improve themselves.

Not to mention the future, even now, the martial arts environment and resources that Meng Zhao provides to the three girls are all top-notch in China.

The most suitable martial arts cheats for their physique and talent can maximize their potential.

Unrestricted and effective resources, such as the pool of blood created from the territory, are something that the general big forces can only hope for but can't ask for.

Even a pig can be piled up into a beast.

In the future, if he becomes a master, a celestial being, or even a realm.

It's not impossible to ascend to heaven, to help women break through their own barriers and potentials, and go one step further.

However, this requires the three women and him to be of the same mind.

Otherwise, no matter how hard he tried unilaterally, he would have little effect, and it would not even be worth his effort.

Fortunately, the three daughters are all from big families and have received good education.

Although the personalities are different, some are gentle and some are playful, but they all belong to the type of marrying and obeying their husbands in essence.

For Meng Zhao's suggestion, I value it very much, so these days, apart from accompanying Meng Zhao and helping him take care of some trivial things, more is practicing martial arts, and the progress is not bad.

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It is better for three people to compare each other, support each other, and take care of each other than to be alone.

In addition, the three girls try their best to get closer to Meng Zhao, take the initiative to express their kindness, and make friends with Liang Muqiu and others, which is considered a wise move.

It's only a matter of time to integrate into the Meng family.

At this time, Lu Le, wearing a brown cotton robe and a felt hat, with a round face tense, hurried outside the house, knocked on the door, and walked in.

Without even bothering to salute these women, she approached Meng Zhao and whispered a few words in his ear.

Hearing this, Meng Zhao's complexion suddenly changed, and a terrifying aura was released, which immediately made the faces of the women who were not yet sufficiently cultivated turn pale and their pretty faces turn pale.

But he quickly restrained his energy, settled his mind, and said to the girls,
"I have something to go out, you stay in the village obediently, don't wander around, and wait for me to come back."

The girls were even more at a loss when they heard the words, mainly Xun Wenjun and the three, but they still responded obediently.

It seemed that Han Lu and Zhu'er didn't take it seriously at all.

Anyway, in their hearts, Meng Zhao is the patron saint, and there is no problem that he cannot solve.

Meng Zhao thought for a while, then said,

"Mu Qiu, you come with me."

Liang Muqiu was originally sitting limply on the double couch, reading a travelogue of a character lazily.

The extremely hot figure was perfectly displayed by the self-cultivating Daiqing butterfly pattern clothes. Hearing this, he curled his lips.

Putting away the travel notes in her hand, she threw it into Zhu'er's arms, pinched Zhu'er's round, fleshy baby's fat face, and said,
"Little Pearl, put the book with you first, keep it for me, and I will read it when I come back!"

Lu Le's head was so low that it was about to stick to the ground, her cheeks bulged slightly, but she forced herself to hold back her smile, and even the solemnity just now disappeared.

Meng Zhao's eyelids twitched, but he was helpless.

There is no way, although he used clever means to temporarily appease Liang Muqiu, so that she would no longer be entangled in the arrival of the third daughter.

But the head of Minshan is not an ordinary woman, she has no resistance to him, but starts to play with Han Lu and Zhu'er.

According to her, since you, Meng Zhao, don't cherish these two girls, my mother will cherish them for you, so what are you afraid of?
The whole female hooligan, but it's not too much, it's mostly a joke, Meng Zhao can only let it go.

When the three of Meng Zhao left the room, the atmosphere between the three daughters of Xun Wenjun and the two daughters of Han Luzhu'er became a bit jerky.

When Meng Zhao was there, everyone was happy and harmonious. When Meng Zhao was not there, Liang Muqiu, the elder sister, was holding her head down. It was barely peaceful and harmonious, but once the two of them were not there, they could only be silent.

Xun Wenjun is known as a talented woman, and among the three women, she is also the smartest. Knowing that Han Lu and Zhu'er should not be underestimated, she took the initiative to ask them for advice on martial arts.

Han Lu wasn't qualified yet, but Zhu'er was barely able to teach, so the relationship that was originally jerky and indifferent became relaxed again.

After all, they are all Meng Zhao's women, and their status is not high, so they can't be said to be competing for favor.

In the future, if Meng Zhao's career gets bigger, he has a regular wife and heirs, the relationship may deteriorate, and it may be common to see open and secret fights.

On the other side, after going out the door, Meng Zhao took the lead and walked out along the straight corridor, with Lu Le and Liang Muqiu following beside him.

Liang Muqiu was a little puzzled,

"What exactly happened that caused you such a big reaction, you still have to ask me to come out with you."

Meng Zhao stopped and rubbed his temples on both sides, Zitong faintly glowed,
"Zhu Xie Chiri died, and he died on the border of Lingwu City in Jizhou. Do you think it's a big deal?"

"What, Zhu Xie Chiri is dead?"

Liang Muqiu was also shocked, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he exclaimed.

Then he calmed down, and his originally sloppy expression became serious.

This is more than a major event, it is a major event that pierces the sky.

Myths Begin From Boys' Gong