Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

After all, it was late at night and it was snowing heavily. Half of the bright moon was covered by dark clouds, and the whole earth seemed very dark. If there was not some moonlight shining on the white snow, I would be blind.

Looking more closely, one can see that this is not a ghost, but a person wearing a pure black robe and a cotton hat, whose identity is unknown.

Wen San, Kong Daoba and the other two instantly became nervous. Such a place, such a time, and such people could not help but make them think too much.

Is he simply a passer-by, or is he a robber?
The five men put their hands on their weapons, ready to draw their swords and fight at any time. Of course, before they figured out the whole story and the other party's intentions, they would not act rashly and get themselves into trouble.

Soon, the figure approached them. With the moonlight shining brightly on the snowy night, they took a closer look and found that it was Li Zheng!
Wen San immediately felt something was wrong. How could it be Li Zheng? How could it be Li Zheng?
In his opinion, he had already made enough gesture by giving in and leaving Xiaohan Village. Although Li Zheng had some martial arts skills now, he had only just begun to develop them. It was still too early for him to achieve anything. It might take several years or even more than ten years.

Naturally, it is impossible for one person to cause any harm or damage to their team of five people.

However, it seems today that there is something that I have overlooked and not discovered.

This Li Zheng was far more resolute and cruel than he had expected.

The other four people had the same thought. They all knew that someone like Li Zheng would not come and wait for them for no reason, and they were afraid that he had bad intentions.

They did not have too many worries. With five people against one, the advantage was on their side. Even if Li Zheng had learned some mediocre Kung Fu, there was no way he could gain an advantage against five people holding weapons.

"Wen San, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Meng Zhao's footwork is also quite sophisticated. If someone were to look down from the air, they would be able to see that his movement speed is not very fast, but his pace and frequency are almost consistent, so his speed is definitely not slow.

What’s even more terrifying is that every step he took seemed to have been measured with a ruler. Every step he took was consistent and standardized, just like a robot.

This kind of footwork was created by Meng Zhao casually and can be called the Four Direction Step. Walking in all directions, every inch of the world is visible and every inch is bright. It is used to travel and move around. It is the most labor-saving, simple and agile.

When used on the battlefield, moving around erratically and charging recklessly can ensure one's own safety to the greatest extent possible and prevent one from being taken advantage of by chaotic soldiers.

Wen San looked at Li Zheng for a long time, and suddenly said,
"Are you really Li Zheng? Why, apart from your looks and figure, you don't resemble Li Zheng in any way? Who are you?"

Kong Daoba and the others were also stunned after hearing this. Could it be that this person was not Li Zheng, but someone else pretending to be him?
Although this world does not have martial arts as profound as those in Shenzhou, there are also techniques of disguise. By using special materials, painting the face, and filling in materials, the effect of changing one's appearance can be achieved.

In addition, human skin masks have always been the finest among masks. With the right bone structure, they can almost perfectly replicate the person's appearance, making them the most superior form of disguise.

Although they are not considered to be in the underworld, they have heard a lot of information about the art of disguise and naturally have some understanding of it.

Therefore, after hearing Wen San's words, they instinctively thought that the person in front of them was not Li Zheng, but a person who used the art of disguise.

Meng Zhao smiled. He was of course very clear that he and Li Zheng were completely different people and there was no similarity between them.

Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, and may just think that he has such a big change because he has learned martial arts, or has a background or support, or that he is no longer as forbearing and dormant as before.

However, only a true confidant, or a true enemy like Wen San, can vaguely sense that Li Zheng is no longer Li Zheng.

From this point of view, in the huge Xiaohan Village, Wen San is actually the person who understands Li Zheng the best. This is something that Cui Ying, Zhou Zhihan, or San Gouzi can never compare to.

They never doubted that Li Zheng might not be Li Zheng.

"Of course I'm Li Zheng. You should be able to recognize my voice. Also, I can tell you everything that happened between us in the past, including things that others don't know. Do you want to listen?"

Wen San waved his hands, his face gloomy and his eyes grim.
“No need, just pretend you are Li Zheng, what are you doing here?
Is it not enough to kill Li Guizi, frame me, and force me to leave my hometown, and do you want to continue to kill me?"

Meng Zhao was also a little curious.

"How can you be so sure that I was the one who killed Li Guizi and framed him? Is it just based on your intuition?"

Meng Zhao always felt that something was strange and not right.

Wen San seemed to be too stubborn towards Li Zheng, and his intuition seemed to be too accurate.

"Of course it's you. Although I don't have any evidence, I am sure it must be you.

There are only a few of us here. If you are a man, you should take responsibility for what you have done and tell me the truth!"

Wen San actually felt that his suspicions were groundless, as if they were simply speculations and conjectures caused by prejudice.

But it must be said that such thoughts have almost penetrated deep into his soul.

He also felt distressed and wanted desperately to figure out whether his thoughts were insane or correct.

Kong Daoba and his companions were also quite curious. Putting aside other factors, the death of Li Guizi was the most eye-catching event in Xiaohan Village in recent days. Everyone was gossiping and speculating about the murderer.

Even people like them have their own ideas.

Kong Daoba didn't know whether he was influenced by Wen San, but he also firmly believed that Li Zheng was the one who did it.

Meng Zhao sighed. This was really a difficult choice.

However, he really wanted to talk to these people.

Although he had been here for a short time, his mood was not very good and he had accumulated a lot of negative thoughts and emotions.

I desperately want to find a trash can to talk and let my feelings out.

After all, the best listeners are the dead.

People like Wen San were indeed the ones on his list who were bound to die.

With his hearing ability, he can ensure that there is no other person in the surrounding environment, at least within a certain range.

Unless the mysteries of martial arts in this world are more profound than he imagined, that might not be a bad thing.

Meng Zhao is not afraid of meeting an expert, but is afraid of not meeting an expert.

"You are right, Li Guizi. It was indeed me who killed him. I also framed him. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Wen San's expression was calm, and he did not have the expected sense of satisfaction, while the other four were extremely angry.

If it weren't for that bastard Li Zheng, why would they have to leave their homeland?
All of a sudden, they began to curse at Meng Zhao, saying that it was shameless to watch people in the countryside, and how many ancestors were gone. But Meng Zhao was very generous, thinking that these were just the revelry of the dead before they died, and were not worth mentioning.

However, Wen San showed quite a bit of magnanimity, which proved that his ability to judge people was indeed quite good. He could be considered a capable person.

"Why did you kill Li Cunzi? Do you have a grudge against him?"

"No grudges or hatred, just kill if you want to, it's just a spur of the moment decision!"

Wen San's heart sank. The Li Zheng in front of him was vicious and cold-hearted. He was completely different from the one he knew.

But for some reason, he had the idea that this was indeed Li Zheng, except that the previous Li Zheng was in a dormant period, while the latter Li Zheng was in a period of potential emergence.

Long, haha, is Li Zheng worthy of it?
"Were your martial arts really taught by someone whose origin and identity are unknown?"

This is actually Wen San’s biggest regret and also his biggest question.

Meng Zhao burst into laughter.

"Sure enough, this is what you want to know!
Well, since you are a person of some importance, I will tell you the truth.

In fact, no one taught me martial arts. I learned this martial arts in a dream, and it was taught by a god. Do you understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhao stretched out his right hand, and between breaths, he stimulated his qi and blood. His arm was like a swimming dragon, breaking through the layers of void with a hissing sound like a long snake spitting out its core. It was venomous, but also agile and graceful.

As the Qi and blood evaporated, bursts of heat rose, which was extremely obvious on a snowy night. It can be seen that this is real kung fu, not just a trick.

"This martial art was created by me at random. It can be called the Spirit Snake Hand or the Wandering Dragon Palm. In the modern world, it is considered a first-rate external martial art. Do you believe it?"

Meng Zhao's words were extremely eye-catching. He talked about a god teaching martial arts in a dream, and casually created a first-class martial art. It sounded like a story and couldn't be fake.

People like Kong Daoba and the other four didn't believe a single word of it. They were all furious, thinking that Meng Zhao was teasing them and making fun of them. They had to kill this bastard.

Wen San, on the other hand, listened attentively, and finally sighed,
"Perhaps, you are the reincarnation of some god from outer space. However, such a god may not be able to stir up any waves in today's world."

Meng Zhao's heart moved when he heard San say that. Could it be that there were more than one person like him?
At this moment, Meng Zhao's thoughts were in turmoil, and he seemed to be about to remember something, but then he was suppressed by an invisible force and returned to normal. As for what he had forgotten, he remained forgotten and never thought of it.

Seeing Meng Zhao silent, Wen San slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand. Although it was of poor quality, it was still a weapon that could kill people!

Upon seeing this, the other four also drew their weapons, a short knife with an umbrella handle and a long sword, which was considered a strong force.

What I want to say here is that when one does not have the extraordinary power like the Shenzhou martial arts, fighting with bare hands and holding weapons are two completely different combat forces.

With bare hands, humans only have ordinary strength, but they do not have the claws and fangs of lions and tigers, and cannot achieve ferocious killing power.

However, with swords and other weapons, combined with human agility and wisdom, their explosive power and lethality can easily surpass those of lions and tigers.

In particular, humans are social animals, and when multiple people are armed with weapons, their power is something that no one dares to underestimate.

Why did Xiaohan Village dare to rob people on the road?
It's not that the individuals in Xiaohan Village are really very strong, but they are just sticking together, with a large number of people, and there are many sophisticated weapons in the village. The deterrent force they create often does not require killing. Just pulling them out and making them stand out can have an extremely obvious and powerful deterrent effect.

"You came here today to kill us all. Are you really so confident that you can defeat five of us alone?"

It is not entirely true to say that they are all ordinary people without any military power and are just empty shells.

Wu Laodao retired from the army and returned to Xiaohan Village. Although he did not teach any real martial arts over the years, he still taught some routines to the villagers for them to use for self-protection and to improve the martial arts of the Xiaohan villagers.

Don't underestimate these skills as they are just some kung fu routines. However, Wu Laodao was a military man. His kung fu may seem simple, but in fact they are extremely lethal and practical, and cannot be compared with ordinary martial arts routines.

Take Wen San and the other five for example. They were at an age when they were brave and aggressive, and they had learned the art of killing in the army, so they were extremely ruthless.

With this ability, he would be considered a top-notch gang member in the county. He would be quickly recruited and even make a name for himself.

Chen Xian was an example back then. He learned Wu Laodao’s tactics and had good talent, so he quickly became successful.

It’s a pity that his foundation was too shallow, and not only did he offend outsiders, but he was also disliked by his own people. In the end, he was plotted against, and ended up in a miserable way.

Therefore, the fighting power of Wen San and the other five people is really unmatched by ordinary people.

To put it more bluntly, Meng Zhao is not taking any secret martial arts medicine or practicing any secret martial arts records, so he is still in the mortal realm.

In terms of strength and physique alone, even if he is stronger than Wen San and others, his strength is still extremely limited.

It is even more impossible to be attacked by swords and remain unharmed.

In other words, the weapons in the hands of these five people are not very threatening.

If they were armed with spears or long spears, and all were wearing iron armor, and five of them formed a formation and helped each other, Meng Zhao would also be at a loss.

It's not that Meng Zhao couldn't kill the opponent, but the opponent relied on the power of the weapon to use his strengths to attack his weaknesses. Even though Meng Zhao had extraordinary swordsmanship, it was difficult for him to defeat him easily. He could only fight with him in a mobile way, seize the opportunity and find the flaws, and then he could kill with one strike.

Meng Zhao also slowly drew out the long sword in his hand. The sound of iron friction was heard, which was particularly harsh in the quiet snowy night.

"Years of bullying and hatred will be settled tonight.

This heavy snowfall is a good thing, it’s perfect for avenging our humiliation!”

Meng Zhao felt happy and his blood boiled.

It was as if there was a soul inside his body, watching him intently, looking forward to his actions.

Whether someone has practiced sword fighting or not can actually be seen by looking at the way he uses the sword and the way he holds the sword.

Compared to Wen San and the others, Meng Zhao's posture as a swordsman is simply the most refined. One can tell at a glance that he has seen pure sword stances and his sword skills attainments must have taken at least several decades.

It doesn't make sense at all.

This is the priceless treasure that Meng Zhao brought from the land of China. (End of this chapter)