Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

If they didn't let Ma Shaokang go temporarily, and if they didn't follow Ma Shaokang, how could they find such a valuable hermit master in the depths of Hengqu Mountain?

In particular, in Meng Zhao's view, Ma Shaokang was not even suffering from scabies. He was like a puppet in his hand, controlling his life and death.

In response to Grandpa Shanhua's doubts, Meng Zhao explained with a smile,

“I don’t take this kid seriously, but his experience reminds me of the protagonist in a vernacular novel, who was hunted down and persecuted, but had amazing luck and was able to not only escape from danger, but also turn danger into safety and have an adventure.

As expected, it was not enough for Ma Shaokang to escape with his life, but he was also able to meet the little girl Shanhua, win her favor, become her friend, and get closer to the old man. It can be seen that Ma Shaokang is indeed quite lucky. "

Grandpa Shanhua was stunned. He didn't expect that Meng Zhao followed Ma Shaokang all the way without taking any action. It turned out to be because of such a strange reason. At least with his level of cultivation, he couldn't understand what Meng Zhao could gain from doing this and studying Ma Shaokang so well.

He didn't care about these things, but just said,

"That's even better. I think Your Excellency should have seen the whole story and should know that my granddaughter Shanhua and Ma Shaokang just met by chance, and that she was brought here because she was naive and was being taken advantage of.

If you want to take Ma Shaokang away, just go ahead. I will never stop you.

But, I hope you can be a little more reserved with my granddaughter, otherwise it will easily cause trouble and make it difficult for me! "

Grandpa Shanhua didn't even ask about Meng Zhao's origins or why he wanted to deal with Ma Ruzhen. It seems that he is really a master who is devoted to seclusion and is indifferent to the disputes and struggles in the outside world.

However, the more he acted like this, the more Meng Zhao valued him. The old man himself might not have any desires or demands, but it was impossible for him to be the same for his granddaughter.

Therefore, I skipped the topic of Ma Shaokang and just asked,

"After talking for so long, Senior still hasn't asked about my identity or origin. Don't you care about it at all?"

"Not really. I'm just quite curious about your identity. You're so young, but your martial arts skills are so incredible that it makes me, who has lived for decades in vain, ashamed." Yes, even if he was curious, it was not about the things between Meng Zhao and the Ma family, but how Meng Zhao could practice such amazing martial arts at such a young age. It was simply bizarre.

Meng Zhao kept it a secret, just like a good friend talking to each other.

"When I killed Ma Ruzhen, even though it was the first time he saw me, he had already guessed my identity. Senior, you can also guess. If you guess correctly, I can give you a gift that suits your heart."

Grandpa Shanhua was speechless. This kid was really good at talking, but he had no control over the situation. The other person's martial arts was much higher than his. It would be fine for him, but he had a granddaughter nearby. How could he not be afraid of Meng Zhao?

However, Ma Ruzhen was able to guess Meng Zhao's identity upon their first meeting due to many factors.

Not only did Meng Zhao already have a high reputation in the entire martial arts world, but Ma Ruzhen was also the leader of the Moon Guards and had collected a lot of intelligence information, including some about Meng Zhao, so he was able to guess it right at once.

Grandpa Shanhua lived in seclusion in Hengqu Mountain for a long time. When he went out occasionally, he would only take Shanhua out to get some fresh air and see the scenery outside the mountain, but he seldom paid attention to the affairs of the martial arts world.

I have certainly heard of the so-called Beimeng Dragon King, but I only regarded him as an outstanding young junior. I never thought that he could achieve such martial arts skills in such a short period of time. It is simply shocking.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Grandpa Shanhua also found nothing and said helplessly,

"I have been away from the city for a long time, practicing in the mountains and living in seclusion. I don't know much about outstanding people in the outside world, but I have heard of the young generation of Nan Shen and Bei Meng. Could it be that you are one of them?"

In fact, Grandpa Shanhua didn't think that Meng Zhao was one of the two people at all. He was more inclined to believe that Meng Zhao was the heir and successor cultivated by some hidden powerful force. However, such a force was hidden among the crowd, so he knew nothing about it.

Meng Zhao clapped his hands and laughed,

"Senior, you really have a keen eye and you guessed it right at once."

Grandpa Shanhua was stunned for a moment. The smile on his ruddy face disappeared and his pupils dilated. Even with his profound cultivation, he could not suppress his shock. "What? You are really one of Nan Shen and Bei Meng? How is that possible!"

"Of course it's possible. Meng Zhao has met you, Senior. I wonder what you should address me as?"

Grandpa Shanhua was a little absent-minded and said absentmindedly,

"Just call me Shanjun!"

"Senior Shanjun, why do you feel surprised by my identity?"

"Of course, as far as I know, when Meng Zhao became famous, he was only at the Xiantian realm, and it has only been a few years since then. In a few years, he has cultivated such shocking martial arts as yours. Even I can't see through it. Of course I am surprised!"

However, that's all. There are many powerful monsters in this world. Meng Zhao is just one of the many monsters in the long river of history. He just stands out in the current Chinese land.

Of course, this is under the premise that Grandpa Shanhua has not truly understood Meng Zhao's strength and martial arts.

"Haha, you are too kind, senior. I have only achieved a few small things."

Grandpa Shanhua glanced at Meng Zhao. Judging from his appearance, he was only a few years older than Ma Shaokang, but his behavior and martial arts skills were completely different.

Of course, this is normal. If Ma Shaokang had the same martial arts skills as Meng Zhao, he would probably be able to chat and laugh in front of him instead of trembling with fear and treading on thin ice.

"Okay, you don't have to be so modest in front of me. I want to know now what your purpose is in coming here. You can kill Ma Shaokang at any time, or take him away, but you didn't do it. Did you know about the existence of Shanhua and me and have some thoughts on him?"

All I can say is that old people are more experienced. The fact that Shanjun was able to think of this did not involve much use of so-called logical thinking or reasoning. It was purely based on experience.

Meng Zhao nodded,

"Yes, originally I just wanted to see what opportunities Ma Shaokang would have, but I didn't expect to meet a hermit master like you.

Not only does he have an extraordinary level of martial arts, but he is also proficient in battle formations and the art of taming beasts. He is truly a rare talent.

I am not talented, but I am now quite powerful and I am in a position to dominate the region. I am eager to recruit talents, so I want to invite you to come out and accomplish something.”

The tiger nodded, feeling more relaxed.

He didn't want to fight with Meng Zhao, let alone have any conflict with him. Therefore, it was the best thing that Meng Zhao was just eager for talent and valued him.

We can attack when advancing and defend when retreating, and the safety is greatly enhanced. At least we don’t have to worry about Shanhua. (End of this chapter)