Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Meng picked his nostrils and said casually:

"From the point of view of identity, I am a public official, and you are just a small star of the [-]th line in the past, and now a jobless vagrant who eats the old."

"Wang also cut you down. Can your father go to Wudang Mountain to fight with Lao Niubi, or can he go to Kyoto to ask Wang Weiguo to pay?"

"But I'm different. You let Wang Ye move a finger of this baby? I can send him to the prison immediately, and it won't work for anyone."

Zhuge Qing: (′ー`)

'Mom!This guy is so annoying, I really want to beat him up, what should I do if I can't bear it anymore? '

Meng Lang, who kept prodding Zhuge Qing, seemed to see what his old friend was thinking, shook his head and sighed softly, "Give up, you can't beat me."

As he spoke, he handed his mobile phone to Zhuge Fox at the right time: "Look at this video."

Zhuge Qing reached out to take the phone and pressed the play button.

In the video is the uncensored footage of Wang Ye being hanged and beaten in all directions by Meng. From the beginning of the two-person martial arts performance to the end of Wang Ye being pierced into a rag doll by the ice sword, every detail of the whole battle was captured by Zhuge Dali. The superb editing technique is perfectly presented.

Zhuge Qing: ヾ(′▽｀)ゝ

"Hahahaha! We've been good brothers for so many years, how could I possibly hate you ~ what's more, you have become my brother-in-law again, and we are now a family that is even more intimate."

Meng Lang glanced at Zhuge Qing's arm that was resting on his shoulder again, took his finger out of his nostril and flicked it slightly, rubbing it casually while saying calmly:

"Okay, old man, take a look at it."

"Aren't I doing this for your own good? Life goes too smoothly and it's easy for people to get lost. To have someone who wakes you up when you go astray is a chance that many people can't ask for."

"Yes, yes. You are right!" Zhuge Qing smiled and listened to Meng talking about his Chicken Soup for the Soul that seemed reasonable at first glance, but tasted like fart after careful tasting. He nodded repeatedly on the surface, but his heart became more and more serious irritable.

'Hurry up and do something, let this guy shut up! '

Sometimes, life is so full of drama, Zhuge Qing's wish is obviously noticed by God's will.

So Meng Lang continued to blow for over an hour, until he was really thirsty before he closed his mouth and went back to the dining room to drink water.

A large bowl of water was down, and Meng was wiping his mouth when he heard someone shouting outside the door: "Where is the connection? Are Minister Meng and all the laymen of Zhuge's family here? Our head, please go to Longtouxiang and his party!" , I have something to ask for."

Hearing this, Meng Lang first exchanged glances with Zhuge Gong, who was swiping his phone not far away, and then got up at the same time, pulling Zhuge Dali, who was writing and drawing in a notebook with a blushing face, and listening with headphones. Zhuge Qing, who was purifying his ears with music, walked out of the room.

After a while, the four of them came to a stone hall not far from Wudang Nanyan under the guidance of the guide Daotong.

Before entering the stone hall, the sharp-eyed Meng Lang caught a glimpse of Wang Ye sitting cross-legged at Longtouxiang and his master Yunlong Taoist priest. It seemed that the kidnappers hadn't shown up yet.

Following Zhuge Gong halfway into the stone hall, what he saw was a thin old man who looked very ordinary.

If it wasn't for being in Wudang and wearing a Taoist robe, no one would have guessed that this unattractive little old man is Zhou Meng, the head of Wudang School, one of the two leaders of Taoism.

After the four of them entered the room, they took their seats in accordance with the etiquette, and they all bowed their hands and saluted: "This junior has met Taoist Zhou."

There was a slight smile on the old Taoist's wrinkled face like dried orange peel.

I saw that he first raised his hand and returned a half salute, then sighed and said: "Originally, Wudang Mountain should not treat you poorly when distinguished guests come to the door, but unfortunately something evil has been committed on the mountain today. The extra manpower will be used as entertainment, and I hope everyone will forgive me."

Hearing this, Meng Lang immediately stepped forward and waved his hands in a warm voice, "Old Zhou, what are you talking about? Don't say that I and other juniors don't need Wudang to treat you with courtesy. It's always respectful, now that there is an accident in Wudang, and it's too late for me to help, so why would I pick on you."

"Hehehe, Minister Meng is very tactful. Anyway, the old man will not be polite. This time I invite you to come here because I heard from Wang Ye that Minister Meng's lightness kung fu seems to be very good, and he can fly through the void?"

"Mr. Zhou doesn't need to be so polite to juniors. He can just call 'Meng Lang' directly. Juniors are not talented, so they can do it."

"Okay! Then the old man has the audacity to ask little friend Meng Lang for a favor."

"Senior, please speak."

"Boss Song is a girl, and her family's ancestors are also closely related to my Wudang. Now his only younger brother is kidnapped on my Wudang Mountain. The old man is naturally to blame."

"This time the villain left a letter asking us to put the ransom in a ridiculous place like Longtouxiang. Obviously, its fundamental purpose is not for the ransom."

"In other respects, I, Wudang, have complete preparations. The only thing I worry about is the safety of the hostages. Once the gangsters have nowhere to go and push Layman Xiao Song off the cliff, it may lead to a catastrophe."

"The younger generation understands, since this is the case, I will accompany Daoist Wang Ye and Daoist Yunlong to guard here. As long as the kidnappers show up, the safety of the hostages will be wrapped in Meng."

"So, thank you little friend!"

Just when everyone in the stone palace wanted to say a few more polite words, someone suddenly shouted outside the door: "Master! The villain has appeared!"

s: Happy Dragon Boat Festival holiday!The second change, the update is completed today, please ask for tickets and book reviews.

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Sayings about not going to Sanjiang

Ashamed of you, this book ushered in the result of failing to sprint to Sanjiang with the number one competitor on the same channel.

I wanted to complain about the shady scene or something, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

It doesn't make sense.

The subject matter of this book is the most niche in Dianniang itself, and the potential paying readers are far lower than Japanese comics.

And if I fail to attract even this small number of potential paying readers, then in the final analysis, my writing is not good enough.

That's all, no one to blame.

The author is very bitter, and the feeling of being shattered is really uncomfortable, and he once considered abandoning the book and not writing it.

But inexplicably reluctant.

Now I finally understand the feelings of other authors who wrote about one person and love apartment when they cut the book.

Did they love the story they wrote?

I think it's love.

But there is no way, the love is deep and the pain is deep.

After all, there are few paying readers and a small audience. This seems to be the norm for fans of Chinese comics and dramas.

"People haven't become a member before reading the original work, so why do you have to pay for a colleague who is desperately writing about you?"

——This is the last sentence that a certain author brother said to me before cutting the book.

Now, this book has failed to hit Sanjiang, and it is destined to not get any exposure in the next month or two except for the spontaneous publicity of Zhu Jun.

And at such a darkest moment, this book also ushered in the most severe test - charging for listing.

Really, I don't dare to think too much, because the estimates of the subscription ratio of my book by experienced authors around me are much lower than my own worst estimate.