Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 565 Leisurely (for subscription)

The outer city of Lingwu, Mengjia Manor, is colorful, fragrant with flowers, and in a garden with deep paths.

The shade covered by circles of silk cotton leaves is like clouds in the sky, clustered in clusters.

Chirping birds jump and swim happily among the branches, occasionally catching bugs on the tree.

The artificially excavated brook is gurgling and flowing, the water quality is clear and bright, and pebbles of various shapes can be seen at the bottom of the stream.

The stone steps on both sides are smooth and translucent, and the cups made of green bamboo are placed on the stream, tied with long lines, and swing with the flow.

There are fragrant fruit juices and rich wines, which are irrigated, which seems to be like flowing water.

Meng Zhao was handsome, with loose long hair, wearing a loose white robe, sitting cross-legged on a blue cloth blanket.

Holding a pair of ivory chopsticks in his hand, he tapped the gold plate and jade bowl, making jingling, crisp, melodious, long, or heavy sounds.

While tapping, while singing loudly,
"There is a laugh in the sea, the tides on both sides of the bank, ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present..."

The artistic conception of the lyrics is bold and majestic, and the music is majestic and magnificent. Unfortunately, the voice of the singer is a bit light.

At the same time, there is no such state of mind that sees through the world of mortals, which makes a classic a little bit more flawed.

Of course, in this world, there is no profession of singers, there are many actors who make a living in taverns, teahouses, or brothels, so there is no comparison.

At least, this song, this word, still sounds quite bluffing.

Han Lu and Zhu'er, who were on the blanket with Meng Zhao, were taken aback by Meng Zhao.

The two women held their cheeks with one palm at the same time, their beautiful eyes gleamed with dazzling light, and they looked at Meng Zhao obsessively.

He was not willing to move away for a moment, as if there was a magnet firmly attracting the eyes of the two of them.

Xi Shi is in the eyes of the beholder, and Song Yupanan is also in the eyes. There is no doubt that Meng Zhao at this time is full of charm in the eyes of the two women, like a human hormone.

After a song, Meng Zhao had enough of his addiction, and with a single palm move, the green bamboo cup rising and falling with the stream fell into his palm under the pull of an invisible force.

He raised his head and gulped down a sip, wiped his mouth, the sweetness from his mouth to his heart, just one word, cool.

There was also a bit of joy on his fair and handsome face, a sunny expression that was rarely seen on him.

Meng Zhao had been in this life for a long time, practicing kung fu occupied most of his time, and the rest was mostly plotting, fighting and killing, plotting and fighting.

Idle time is not used to read books to recharge and understand knowledge, or to work hard and plan for outsiders.

It can be said that there is no idle moment, which really belongs to Meng Zhao's relaxation and relaxation time.

All kinds of pressure and secrets are like a whip, forcing him to keep moving forward all the time, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

This time is different, because Tie Xiongfei sent someone to poison and assassinate him, so he decided to push the boat along, pretending to be poisoned and swallowing the Iron Hand Society as an excuse.

This is also a matter of attitude. Some people may speculate or even confirm his thoughts, but as long as he can live up to his face, those people will not hold him back. This is the rule.

And recently, he had to suppress his cultivation, so as not to step into the innate realm, expose the Ziwei body, and be suppressed or even hunted down by the Beitang royal family.

Therefore, even the daily practice of martial arts is somewhat relaxed, not as diligent as in the past.

Naturally, there is a lot more time to enjoy life.

Coincidentally, the Meng family manor occupies a vast area, with beautiful scenery and an idyllic scenery, which is also suitable for his leisurely state of mind.

"Wow, Meng Zhao, I really didn't expect that you can sing. You can sing well. You can sing for us more in the future, okay?"

Zhu'er is more straightforward, good is good, bad is bad. After Meng Zhao finished singing, she immediately started chattering and commenting, flushing, her round face was full of joy, and at the end, she was shaking Meng Zhao's arm, entangled He will sing more similar songs in the future.

Han Lu was not as straightforward as Zhu'er, but she nodded with a smile, agreeing very much.

In particular, although she is not very old, after a difficult time, she is mature and has her own views on some things, especially the open-minded meaning in that word.

The only strange thing is how my young master can write such words that disregard fame, fortune and worldly affairs.

Because judging from the artistic conception written in Cang Hai's "A Laugh", one day Meng Zhao will take them to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to take root, stay away from the rivers and lakes, fight, struggle, and enjoy the peace of the years.

After all, words can express a certain state of mind of a person. The state of mind with a smile in the sea should not be far from retirement, but the reality runs counter to it.

Meng Zhao did not disregard fame and fortune, but was ambitious, with great vision and expectations.

This point, Meng Zhao may be able to hide it from others, but he can never hide it from Han Lu who gets along with him day and night.

Han Lu didn't care whether Meng Zhao would retire, because no matter what, she would always be by Meng Zhao's side, support him, and take care of him.

Meng Zhao smiled, shook his head and said,

"The melody is good, the words are good, but unfortunately the mood is not enough, probably only this time.

So, you two, have some fun, you two are the only ones who can hear my song, Meng Zhao. "

Zhu'er snorted, her little face was full of disgust, of course, it was more because Meng Zhao rejected her.

On the contrary, Han Lu was a little restless, and didn't pay much attention to the music, so she said worriedly,

"Master, do you think something will happen to the second brother?

I heard that Lou Guanlan is the deputy head of the Iron Hand Society, a master of the nine innate orifices, and the second elder brother is only innate with the seven orifices. The two enshrined in the hall are not as good as the second elder brother. I am afraid, I am afraid."

Meng Zhao waved his hand, interrupted her directly, and comforted her,
"Don't worry, your second brother is different from ordinary warriors. Don't say that he is just born with nine orifices, he is a strong man with a cycle of heaven and earth. He might not be able to win in battle. I have enough confidence in him, and you should also have confidence in him."

No one knows Han Pu better than Meng Zhao, except Han Pu himself.

The most simple and straightforward point.

Han Pu has a special physique, the body of a star, and Lou Guanlan has been in Lingwu City for so many years, but he is just a master with a bit of fame and force, and it is absolutely impossible to have a special physique.

In this way, the so-called gap in cultivation is not only negligible, but can even make Han Pu overwhelm Guanlan.

Is a special physique that can't fight beyond the ranks still called a special physique?
Not to mention, Han Pu also has the Earth-rank Divine Weapon, Changyang Divine Sword, Celestial Martial Arts, and Fentian Wujue Saber, which are already second only to him.

If such a Han Pu can lose to Lou Guanlan, it can only be said that Meng Zhao's vision of seeing people needs to be strengthened.

Han Lu frowned, and let out a hey, obviously still preoccupied.

(End of this chapter)