Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

At dusk the next day, several neighborhood boys were playing in the mud near Wen San's house. One of the boys' brother seemed to be a babysitter. He was fiddling with the puppy at his feet out of boredom, but his eyes would occasionally fall on the door of Wen San's house.

Until he saw several people coming to Wen San's house one after another and staying for a while, he hurried to find San Gouzi to tell the truth.

After all, San Gouzi grew up in Xiaohan Village. Although he is not on the same level as bullies like Wen San and Gu Xiaoqing, he is still very capable in the eyes of younger people and has won over a group of boys.

In the future, after several years, San Gouzi will probably be the next Wen San, or Gu Xiaoqing, and similar reincarnations have appeared in Xiaohan Village more than once.

After San Gouzi learned the news, he did not dare to delay and hurried to Meng Zhao's house to tell him the news.

At this time, Meng Zhao was sitting lazily in the small courtyard of Li Guizi's house, holding a piece of cloth coated with special pine oil in his hand, gently wiping and maintaining the long sword in his hand.

This sword is three feet and seven inches long. The blade is thin and light, and the texture is quite good. The overall color is light blue, just like the indigo in the distance.

The hilt of the sword is wrapped with extremely fine red thread. While it feels astringent, it can also deepen the sword owner's grip and feel very good.

Even with Meng Zhao's vision, he had to admit that this sword was very good. It could not be called a magical weapon, but at least it was an excellent and top-quality work of art.

The source of the money was that San Gouzi paid a large sum of money and exchanged the gold he got from Li Gouzi's house for it from an elderly person in the village.

This sword is actually quite old, but the family maintains it regularly and rarely uses it, so it is well protected.

As for the price, you can’t say you make a profit or a loss, it simply depends on whether you need it or not.

Meng Zhao, of course, needs this high-quality long sword as a weapon for self-defense.

With this long sword in hand, the memories of his previous life will be utilized to the greatest extent, and his combat power and lethality will also increase dramatically.

To put it bluntly, regardless of other things, just talking about swordsmanship and attainments in the way of the sword, there are very few people in the world who can be compared with Meng Zhao. He can be called the supreme master of the way of the sword.

All kinds of sword techniques and sword skills are at his fingertips. For Meng Zhao, the state of unity between man and sword can be achieved in just a breath.

That's why, even though he possesses a fine sword, he appears so lazy, leisurely, and indifferent, as if he doesn't care about anything.

It is because of the confidence that we are not afraid of any enemies or challenges.

When San Gouzi told Meng Zhao that he had gathered several people at Wen San's house and was planning to run away, Meng Zhao knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

He wanted to kill Wen San, but it was absolutely impossible for him to do so in Xiaohan Village. This would mean cutting himself off from Xiaohan Village, and he would not do that.

Therefore, if we can understand the activities of Wen San and others in advance, guess when they will leave the village, and ambush them on the road leading to the outside world in the village, we can determine the outcome.

"Okay, I know about this matter. Go back and pretend that nothing happened and you don't know anything. I will handle the rest!"

Of course Meng Zhao would not take San Gouzi with him. He was absolutely confident that he could kill the enemy and return successfully without any risk.

But, San Gouzi is not him.

Not to mention that San Gouzi was just an ordinary country boy who had never learned any martial arts and had no ability to protect himself.

Even if he learned some Kung Fu, it might not be of much use in a life-and-death battle.

No matter how powerful your fists and feet are, you will still die if someone hits you with a sword. This is the difference between a life-and-death battle and a sparring match.

Therefore, Meng Zhao would not bring San Gouzi with him, nor would he allow San Gouzi to participate in this matter.

However, San Gouzi felt that Li Zheng was a little too arrogant and said,

"Do you want me to call for more help? Wen San and his men are not easy to deal with. They must have weapons in their hands. You may not be able to defeat them alone!"

Although San Gouzi knew that Li Zheng had learned martial arts, he had the same idea as Wen San. He didn't think that he could learn much powerful things in such a short time. It would be a fantasy to want him to be able to display them.

"Don't worry, my future is bright. If I'm not absolutely sure, I won't take risks. Just listen to me and eat, drink and have fun at home. It's best to ask the little brother who helped us with the surveillance these two days to come with you. Leave the rest to me!"

Since Meng Zhao said so, San Gouzi had no choice but to agree.

He is not a bad teammate who has to go against Meng Zhao. Even if Meng Zhao doesn't let him go, he still goes secretly.

If he really disobeyed orders and fell into some dangerous situation, or fell into the hands of Wen San and others, Meng Zhao would never act like the protagonists in film and television dramas and let Wen San and others manipulate him.

After San Gouzi left, Meng Zhao returned to the house and changed into a set of black clothes, which could barely be considered a nightgown. He put on a black robe on the outside to keep out the cold.

At the same time, he prepared a dagger and the fatal spear given to him by Zhou Zhihan.

The dagger was hidden behind his waist, and the fatal spear was hidden in the scabbard of the dagger.

This is just in case, so that there are still powerful weapons available at critical moments. Of course, there is a high probability that it will be useless.

Meng Zhao never thought that with his swordsmanship skills, he would not be able to kill some rough country folk.

At the same time, he took some clean water from home and poured it into the wine gourd, and also took a bag of dry food.

Then he picked up his sword and hurriedly left the village at dusk when most villagers were having dinner at home.

He actually didn't know when Wen San and others would set off, but he thought it would be within a day or two.

Meng Zhao had enough time and patience to wait for them.

He also used this opportunity as an experience to hone himself.

Physical fitness, skills, murderous intent, sense of smell, etc., he must gradually peel off the omnipotent self of the past and reorganize this weak self but still with unlimited potential.

The reason why he had such an idea was because the frame-up of Wen San failed this time, and the flaw was so obvious that he had created it on his own initiative.

All we can say is that the previous Meng Zhao, although he was the reincarnation of a powerful being and possessed endless treasures, was too ambitious and lacked the skills to do so, and was easily taken advantage of.

Sometimes, suffering a loss often means the end of your life.

To do this, he must break his own prejudices and no longer look at these people and things from a condescending perspective, but personally integrate into, feel, and discover them.

This is bound to be difficult, but it is what he has to do.

Otherwise, he might be able to get away with this minor mistake, but if a major mistake occurs in the future, he might not be able to get over it. In life, we must be brave and diligent, but we must also be cautious and prudent.

Like this time, he did not make a rash decision, but made some design and planning before deciding to take action.

In fact, even without those young men in the village to help keep watch, Meng Zhao was still confident that he could kill Wen San and others.

The key is that he is sure that Wen San will definitely leave Xiaohan Village.

As long as he grasps this point, with three days left in the time limit, it will be even more difficult for Wen San to escape Meng Zhao's control.

At some point, small snowflakes began to float in the sky.

First it was just a few scatterings, then willow catkins began to fall, and finally it became a heavy snowfall. In just a short period of time, Xiaohan Mountain and the entire world were dyed white.

This is also the unique climate of Xiaohan Mountain. Among the twelve months of a year, there are about six months with extremely cold weather, and snow is common.

Of course, in such an extremely cold environment, the land is actually quite fertile, and the crops grown there are three points better than those grown in the outside world. This is also a miracle. Therefore, Xiaohan Mountain and Xiaohan Village are quite famous.

It was precisely because of the severe cold weather that Meng Zhao put on an outer robe and wore a cotton hat on his head.

In addition, there are special breathing methods to stimulate the circulation of qi and blood in the body and maintain body temperature.

Even though the climate was so cold, Meng Zhao still managed to adapt very well and was able to handle it with ease.

However, in this state, Meng Zhao's body's energy consumption is relatively large, making him more likely to fall into hunger.

Fortunately, he brought a lot of dry food and some cooked dried meat, so he didn't have to worry about this for the time being.

Xiaohan Mountain is a place of great scenic beauty, with mountains beyond mountains and numerous earthen slopes. There are actually four or five official roads leading to the outside world and to other places, such as other villages.

However, there is only one official road that must be passed through to get out of Xiaohan Village.

Finally, Meng Zhao chose a slope and spent some time digging a hole from a high vantage point. He buried himself in it and made sure he had a view at all times so that he could see the activities of people going out of Xiaohan Village in the distance. Only then did he settle down.

He exhaled, and a stream of water vapor rose. In a moment, a layer of ice beads hung on his eyebrows, which showed how extremely cold it was.

Meng Zhao calculated that in his current condition, to prevent the cold from entering his body, he could wait until tomorrow noon at most, which was a little more than six hours. If he continued like this, not only would his body be likely to become deficient, causing deficiency of qi and blood, but the cold would also enter his body, invade his internal organs, and corrode his vitality.

However, Meng Zhao felt that the result would be known within about six hours.

In other words, Wen San, you have to leave Xiaohan Village tonight.

On the first night, he needed time to prepare. On the third night, it was too late and he would be too conspicuous and easily targeted by the villagers. The second night was just right.

Time passed bit by bit, and Meng Zhao had to eat some dry food every once in a while to ensure that he had enough energy in his body, maintain the circulation of qi and blood, and ensure that his body temperature and his own condition were not affected.

This made Meng Zhao particularly aware that he had truly become a mortal again, no longer the supreme god who was not afraid of the severe cold or heat, and could not be harmed by swords and knives.

I don’t know what level the ultimate martial arts in this world can reach, and whether he can still feel the charm of the extraordinary path.

On the other hand, Wen San and others were indeed planning to leave Xiaohan Village tonight.

Moreover, the four of them, plus Wen San, once again feasted and drank a lot, and after making all the preparations, they left together.

At this time, it was already late in the morning, with wind and snow. The entire Xiaohan Village was in silence. Only a few houses had lights on. The vast majority of people had already begun to lie down in bed and fell into a deep sleep!
"Third brother, this damn weather is really weird. It didn't rain earlier or later, but it just happened to rain when we were out. It's really unlucky!"

Kong Daoba was a little worried. In such cold weather and at night, it didn't seem wise to hurry on.

If any unexpected situation occurs, it will be a disaster for them who are still ordinary people without any special powers.

Wen San doesn't think so.
"This is a good sign. The heavy snow is sending us to the county town. It is paving the way for us. We will have a bright future and wealth and honor in the future. It won't be a problem!"

He also knew that his statement didn't make sense and was a bit far-fetched, but if he didn't say so, the morale of the army would be shaken.

Doesn't he know that going out on the journey at this time would be asking for trouble?
Doesn't he know that traveling at this time is extremely dangerous?
However, the decision has been made. If he goes back on his word, what prestige will he have?

Not to mention going to the county town, even these four people would question him.

If you go back on your words, change your orders three times and five times, people may not believe or acknowledge what you say next.

Therefore, let alone snow, even if it was hail or knives, he had to find a way to hurry on his way. This was what he had calculated.

“You don’t have to worry. Although there is no post station on the way to the county town, there are dilapidated temples that can provide shelter from the wind and snow.

We all have enough dry food and money with us. As long as we can get through the most difficult period, the later stage will be smooth sailing!"

The others thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

Some of them had been to the county town and had some knowledge of this road.

In other words, they were relatively poor and had to rely solely on walking to get around. If they had horses, mules, or even donkeys, the journey would be much smoother.

I have to say that the time chosen by Wen San was indeed very good. Apart from the five of them, there was no one else in the village or even on the road outside the village. It seemed very quiet.

Meng Zhao walked out of Xiaohan Village ahead of them. It was already snowing, but as time passed, all the footprints were covered and buried by the snow. Not to mention Wen San and his friends, even professionals would find it difficult to find any traces.

After an unknown amount of time, the five people finally reached an uphill road. As long as they crossed the slope and walked another two miles forward, they would reach the official road built by the government, and there was also a dilapidated temple that could be repaired.

"Hurry up, the ruined temple is just ahead. Let's go to the ruined temple, eat the roast chicken we brought, and drink some wine to activate our blood!"

Wen San encouraged the others. He had studied this road more than once and knew that there was a teahouse five miles ahead of the ruined temple. It was usually run by a father and son and could be a place to rest.

However, just when several people were trying their best to reach the ruined temple and make repairs, suddenly, a dark shadow jumped out from the corner of the uphill slope.

In the dark night, it should have been invisible, but it was illuminated so brightly by the white snow on the ground.

At first glance, it looks like a ghost from the underworld. (End of this chapter)