Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 11 Chariots and departures

In the early days of Weishi, although the sun is still scorching, everything is ready.

Followed by Lu Le, who was holding an umbrella to shade the sun, Meng Zhao walked out from the side door of Xiyuan and stood outside the half-foot-high vermilion threshold.

Looking at the configuration of the team, the eyes are very satisfied.

Thirty bodyguards, Qing Yishui's capable and brave men, although they are tall and short, they are also fat and thin.

But the warrior aura that overflows from the inside out is the same.

And in the eyes of many people, there is a sharp edge, which is the murderous look that Meng Zhao has been familiar with in the past year.

According to Lu Le, although most of them are only at the level of absorbing breath and condensing essence, they are only at the introductory stage the day after tomorrow.

But in the end, you can also develop your internal strength. When you shoot, your internal strength is added to your fists, feet and swords. It is completely different from those big bosses who rely purely on brute force and physical fitness. They have truly entered the gate of warriors.

In addition, he has experienced many fights and battles, and has rich experience. He is a bit more powerful than ordinary Lianjiazi.

And the mounts beside these warriors are also outstanding, black horses with double stirrups and saddles.

These tall horses are all famous big pottery horses that are abundant in Liangzhou in the north of Dayong.

All of them have black and shiny fur, handsome appearance, and sufficient physical strength. They are best at running and attacking. They are the standard war horses of frontier cavalry.

If there is a person with excellent riding skills, riding this famous big pottery steed is enough for someone to use horsepower to increase the strength of his shots.

As for such a cherished horse, although it costs a lot to purchase, the support is an astronomical sum.

It can be said that non-luxury homes cannot support them.

The entourages who guarded Meng Zhao this time were all riding on this famous pottery horse, which also indirectly showed that the Meng family was really rich.

However, if these thirty big pottery horses were compared with the two horses pulling the cart, they looked mediocre.

These two chariot horses are nearly ten feet tall, muscular, and their eyes are red and bloody, and their vicious aura makes the nearby big pottery horses not dare to approach them if they encounter natural enemies.

What's even more frightening is that they don't have long and smooth hair, but shiny black scales that look like metal.

It is fine and seamless, and occasionally the lips and teeth are exposed. It can be seen that the sharp teeth are like knives and saws, extremely fierce.

Although the shape is similar to a horse, it is far stronger than the ordinary black-scaled horse.

This black-scaled horse has a trace of the blood of a fierce beast in its body. It is extremely powerful and has a violent temper. It does not eat grass every day and must be fed with flesh and blood to maintain its physical fitness.

In terms of strength, few of these guards could match these two black-scaled horses.

As he was secretly observing, two distinctive and imposing burly men stepped out from among the guards.

One was tall and burly, wearing a half-sleeve black dress, his exposed muscles were as tough as a rock, very strong.

On the face, there is a long scar from the center of the eyebrows to the left cheek, like a climbing centipede. After seeing it, all the attention is attracted by the scar, but subconsciously ignore his specific appearance.

This should be Scar. No one knows his real name. He only knows that he took shelter under the Meng family's command because he was hunted down. After many years, he has gradually gotten used to life in the Meng family.

The other person has a relatively ordinary figure, and his appearance is also mediocre. He is wrapped in a blue robe and is not conspicuous in the crowd.

However, when he walked out from the crowd, there was a heavy and thick aura rushing towards his face, which was unremarkable.

Meng Zhao especially noticed that this person's hands were thicker than ordinary people's, covered with calluses, and the phalanges protruded.

While walking, he waved his arms, and the back of his exposed palms showed blue blood vessels like earthworms, full of palpitating explosive power.

Dao Scar and Wang Tao, the founder of the mountain, both of them are acquired masters, that is to say, warriors who have trained their internal strength to the level of meridian mastery, and their cultivation base is still higher than Meng Zhao.

But facing Meng Zhao, they still had to lower their dignity as warriors, kneel down to salute, and greet respectfully.

Because in a sense, everything about them belongs to the Meng family, including the martial arts they are proud of.

"Subordinate Scar (Wang Tao), pay homage to the young master."

It was not the first time for these two people to meet Meng Zhao, because they were the two masters who escorted Meng Zhao back to the family.

It's just that it's different from the dull and lonely performance before. This time, Meng Zhao left a good impression on the two of them, and he has more expectations for the future second wife.

Meng Zhao's delicate face was full of smiles, his right hand was slowly playing with the jasper Buddha beads, and his left hand was stretched out in front of him,

"Please, Meng Mou is going to Zhuangzi outside the city this time, and the safety on the road depends on the two of you."

Even if he is the boss of the company, these two can be regarded as high-end talents, and the necessary respect is still required.

The two followed the trend, exchanged pleasantries, and then told Meng Zhao the route they had chosen after leaving the city, the approximate travel time, possible dangers encountered along the way, formation allocation, and so on.

It sounds like two words, professional.

Anyway, while being cautious, bring out their various strengths and advantages.

There is only one ultimate goal, to strengthen protection and reduce risks.

Whether it is a possible enemy in the dark or a beast that has a low probability but may appear, all of them are taken into consideration.

Meng Zhao had no objection to this, and readily agreed, giving the two of them the utmost trust and respect.

Then board a gorgeous carriage drawn by two black-scaled horses.

Holding a long black whip covered with spikes, Lu Le jumped into the front room of the carriage and acted as a temporary groom to help Meng Zhao drive.

The main reason is that these two black-scaled horses are so fierce that ordinary coachmen can't control them at all, so he can only do things for them.

Under the orders of Dao Scar and Wang Tao, these Meng's guards jumped on the horses, drove the big Tao Liangju, divided into several groups, guarded the carriages in the middle, and slowly moved towards the side of the long street.

The side gate of the West Garden of the Meng Mansion is located in a remote and secluded place, and there are mostly wealthy families nearby, so there were not many pedestrians at the beginning.

After leaving the long street and arriving at the main street, it became bustling and noisy.

The main street is spacious and straight, clean and tidy, and can accommodate three horse-drawn carriages running side by side.

There are many terraces on both sides, high-rise Qiongyu, and most of the buildings are very large-scale and bright everywhere.

All kinds of vendors and stalls are also like two long dragons.

There are many pedestrians on the street, coming and going, rubbing shoulders, rich and poor, old and young, men and women, mixed together, full of vitality, the world of mortals and the people's livelihood, forming a picture of all living beings.

As for the particularly eye-catching carriage and fine rider, Meng Zhao and his party also received countless gazes and attention, most of which were fear, and a few were envy and jealousy.

When Jingqi and the carriage approached, everyone avoided them and tried to hide on both sides.

Ordinary people are like this, so is the rich man who is accompanied by a servant, and the gangsters with weapons in their hands and dusty faces are also like this.

Inside the carriage, Meng Zhao could vaguely hear some people's discussions with his extraordinary hearing.

Most of the content is to marvel at the bravery and tyranny of the Meng family's warriors, and occasionally slander the Meng family for swaggering through the market and rampantly in the streets, which are almost quickly drowned in all kinds of admiration.

Sometimes there is a carriage approaching with exquisite and gorgeous decoration, and its owner is either rich or noble.

However, after learning that the nobleman of the Meng family was on the opposite side, he got out of the carriage from a distance, parked the carriage aside, and let Meng Zhao's team pass first.

This exaggerated the strength and dominance of the Meng family.

Putting down the curtains of the car window, Meng Zhaoliang's eyes were a little more emotional,
The rich family in Jizhou, famous in the world, is indeed majestic.

(End of this chapter)