Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

So, as long as there are no accidents, as long as the top figures of the Hundred Clans do not directly attack Longshu Monk, then no matter what his purpose is, he will definitely achieve it.

So, what is the purpose of this Longshu Monk? Is he really as Feng Ling worried, wanting to use the Buddhist method of salvation to do some shameful things and achieve his preset conspiracy?

Meng Zhao has never seen anyone who has refined Longshu Monk, so he will naturally not make a rash decision, but he has already made up his mind. Even if he does not get involved in this matter, he must pay more attention to this person.

After all, from the perspective of identity and position, the other party is from the Beitang royal family, and his bloodline cannot be changed. Now the Beitang royal family is in turmoil, and Meng Zhao intends to split the north and dominate one side. If this old guy is plotting intrigues in the polar ice field and intends to sneak attack him from behind, it will still be a great threat.

Everything is prepared, and if it is not prepared, it will be abandoned. The necessary precautions should still be taken.

In the end, Feng Ling's reason prevailed, and he decided to give up the inheritance of the monk Longshu, and devote himself to the protection of the Tongshen Tie and the clan war that was coming soon.

Afterwards, Meng Zhao's invisible and intangible soul left this place with a breeze, almost floating and wandering between heaven and earth, and it was like this all night. When it was dawn, Meng Zhao's soul returned to the spiritual platform. Not only did he not feel tired, but he was full of energy, vigorous and energetic.

"This method is really powerful, but it's a pity that it lacks the four-ear magical power of the Tingtian clan, so it can't be used to the fullest, and there are still obstacles that cannot be crossed."

Meng Zhao was very satisfied with this method that was integrated into the wind, which brought him a completely different feeling from before in his practice.

In the past, his soul was entrusted to the Way of Heaven, and when it left his body and wandered in the world, he felt a sense of perfection. The whole person was integrated with the Way of Heaven, and he felt a huge potential force that was majestic and immeasurable, which could directly kill anyone in the world. He comprehended the Way of Heaven and referred to his own martial arts. He needed to be careful to avoid being directly crushed by the huge power of the Way of Heaven.

If I use one word to describe it, it is to be in the game, whether it is good or bad, I have experienced it vividly.

And the method of the soul escaping into the wind last night and drifting between heaven and earth with the wind is another feeling.

There is no harmony, not entrusting the Way of Heaven, but observing and observing the Way of Heaven from a brand new, third-party perspective. Everything under the Way of Heaven, without the huge pressure brought by the power of the Way of Heaven, is a kind of leisurely and contented calmness.

If I use one word to describe it, it is to be outside the game, looking at the game, and having a third-party perspective.

His understanding of the Way of Heaven is definitely not as profound as the direct escape of the soul into the Way of Heaven, but from another perspective, he can feel, sense, and stimulate the spiritual perception, which is something the former cannot do anyway.

If another word is used to describe this method, Meng Zhao feels that the word "fresh" can generally make sense.

There are so-called "from complex to simple" and "from simple to complex" in martial arts practice.

The latter is to constantly study an extremely familiar road, but to comprehend new styles from it.

The former is to constantly learn new martial arts to see more and a broader world, and sublimate from it, and finally turn it into one's own way.

Therefore, the word "fresh" can barely be regarded as a process of blending hundreds of schools in martial arts.

When it was dawn, Meng Zhao finished breathing in the purple air, and felt comfortable physically and mentally, so he got up to wash.

Then he saw a very cute girl holding a food box and walked into the house.

The girl looked like a human of twelve or thirteen years old, with white skin and four ears on both sides of her head that looked cute instead of scary.

Meng Zhao could tell that the girl should be the daughter of a big shot of the Tingtian tribe, or even the direct descendant of Feng Ling. Her bloodline and martial arts skills were also very good, at least at this age, quite good.

She came to him with a food box at this time, obviously with some ideas, perhaps, she was instructed to get some benefits from him?

After all, Meng Zhao's cultivation was unparalleled and his martial arts were divine. Anything that flowed out of his fingers could make the girl's belly full.

This was an absolutely lucrative job.

Meng Zhao took the food box and saw that it contained six or seven small plates with special meat naan, baked buns, bamboo shoots and other side dishes.

From the perspective of the Shenzhou Pass, it was just so-so. Meng Zhao, with his power, status, and wealth, could have such a shabby breakfast.

However, this place is different from the land inside the pass after all. The resources are scarce and the environment is bad. Therefore, even if it is such a humble breakfast, it is actually the best in the huge Tingtian tribe.

It is no wonder that the Hundred Races have been clamoring to fight back to the land inside the pass and return to the ancient times when the Hundred Races fought for hegemony. The gap is really too big.

Damn it, the big figures in the Hundred Races, with unparalleled cultivation and unlimited power, have a worse quality of life than a small rich man in the land inside the pass of Shenzhou. How can this be justified? How can they be willing?

Therefore, there is still a problem with resource allocation. The Hundred Races are not small Karami. They have strength, foundation, and even background. They must find ways to pull the human race down from the position of hegemony. Maybe, they can tear off a piece of meat. At that time, the entire Hundred Races can benefit from it.

Meng Zhao was just stunned for a moment, and then he tasted the side dishes. Not to mention, the taste is not good, but it is very fresh, and naturally it is not bad.

It didn't take long for Meng Zhao to finish the breakfast in the food box, slightly satisfying the freshness of his taste buds.

Then he looked at the girl who had been carefully serving beside him and said,

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The girl was stunned. She never thought that she didn't say anything, but Meng Zhao made everything clear. She seemed a little nervous.

Then, she realized that this might be an opportunity for her.

A blush appeared on the girl's snow-white face, her eyes were like flowing waves, and her eyeballs like black gems turned around and said,

"Lord Meng, I, I want to ask you to teach me martial arts, I, I want to become the strongest person in the acquired realm, I, I want to defeat the people who come to the clan war, I, I want to fight on behalf of the clan, please help me!"

The girl's words were a bit upside down and incoherent. If Meng Zhao hadn't eavesdropped on Feng Ling's words last night, he might really be confused.

But now he knows very well what the girl means.

The clan war means that soon, the Lan clan will have a master come to challenge and fight to decide who will get the Tongshen Tie.

However, Meng Zhao was a little surprised. In the early days, the clan war was indeed a best-of-five game, but later it was changed to a best-of-three game, with high-level warriors fighting.

Although this girl has good talent and bloodline, she is only acquired. Is she not qualified for the clan war? (End of this chapter)