If you are not polite, who would have Meng Chuan, Lu Le, Zhou Hu and others, who would not have held Meng Zhao's thighs soared and achieved his current level of cultivation along the way?

Meng Yan was just a little lazy and realistic, but he was also a person with a temperament. When it comes to hugging his thighs, he did not shy away from it, but instead gave people a sense of intimacy.

Especially Lu Le and Zhou Hu, they had no good feelings for Meng Yan, but when they heard that Meng Yan praised his son so much, they could not help but feel a little close.

Several people left the room, and Meng Yan faced the bright moonlight and saw Zhen Cheng tied into a rice dumpling. He felt a little moved. How many days did he come to take care of him and pry away Tianwu Qishu from him?

Zhen Cheng was not blind, and he saw the group of people coming out, especially Meng Chuan's most eye-catching tall and majestic figure, which was like the reincarnation of a giant god in the world. Even if he did not understand martial arts, he also gave people a sense of oppression. What's more, his breath was surging, like the Yangtze River, and the rolling heat waves came?

"Mr. Meng San, would you like to listen to me?"

This is the first thing Zhen Cheng said after being tied up. He is definitely not targeting Meng Zhao's subordinates, but Meng Yan.

He knew very well that it would not be a good thing if he fell into Meng Zhao's hands. Fortunately, he was far away from the Meng family here. Meng Yan, as Meng Zhao's cousin, should have some influence. If he could persuade him, it would not be impossible to let him go.

Unfortunately, Meng Yan returned without a turn, Meng Chuan had already snorted coldly, his eyes swept towards Zhen Cheng like lightning.

"Don't be quibbling, it's just a waste of words. The fourth brother has already told me that once you and your accomplices are arrested, no one can talk to you more, let alone interrogate them, and everything is left to him.

I think, the Fourth Brother has already guessed your origins, so you can stay honestly!"

Zhen Cheng was even more confused when he said this. Whether he, Jian Si, or Luo Peng, he claimed to be cautious and meticulous. He basically did not show any excuses in dealing with the Meng family in the past. Meng Zhao really has such great magical powers to guess their origins?

However, if they didn't guess their origin, how could they have such an order? I obviously don't want others to have contact with them. Is it because I'm afraid of breaking up, so will he end up?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel up and down.

There are countless powerful people he has seen in his life. The emperor has seen more than one person, but he is still frightened when facing this Beimeng Dragon King. He only feels that this person is so terrible that he can rank among the top three of the people he sees.

After all, it is the emperor who is concerned about it. How could it be an ordinary mediocre person who wants to deal with the suppression?

He also extinguished the idea of ​​seeking friendship with Meng Yan. This is a pure waste from the third son of the Meng family. Meng Zhao may have saved him because of his blood and family affection, but he asked him to bow to him and obey his words and not even think about it.

He ran all the way at lightning and finally rushed back to Meng's Manor when the sky was about to be bright.

Like Meng Yan, as the third son of the Meng family, he was arranged to serve as a beautiful maid. After washing up, he took him to a fragrant room to rest.

After taking off his disguise, Zhen Cheng was taken to a slightly elegant and quiet study.

In the huge room, there were thousands of books on the shelves in the row. The strong smell of ink mixed with the fragrance of paper floated in the air, making Zhen Cheng who entered it moved. The panic, anxiety and fear in his heart seemed to gradually calm down with the books all over the room.

Meng Chuan, who brought him in, was a little restrained. He picked up a scripture from one side of the bookshelf and sat on a wooden chair beside the wall to watch it. He was very fascinated.

With Meng Chuan's skills and energy, even if he doesn't sleep all night, he is still energetic and without any fatigue.

Although Zhen Cheng's martial arts were sealed, his eyesight was still there. Yu Guang saw the book that Meng Chuan read, which was actually a secret sword technique. In addition to the dense insights of the mind, there were also sword scores such as moves.

He had a very high knowledge and only tasted a little bit of the mind method. He realized that although this method was not considered a powerful martial art, it was more than enough to use it for acquired practice and to temper sword skills. Especially when he saw two sword techniques, it was quite clever to use it in combination with his mind method to use strength, which could be compared with the best sword skills.

His heart moved. Could it be that the bookshelves and thousands of books in this huge study were all martial arts secrets?

When he thought of this possibility, he felt dizzy. How could this be possible? So many martial arts are vast. Just based on Meng Zhao and even the Meng family, it is possible that so many martial arts can be collected?

This is much more exaggerated than the so-called holy land of martial arts.

Fortunately, he glanced at it. In addition to the one in Meng Chuan's hand, the nearby book shelf was marked with astronomy, geography, mountains, terrain, humanities and biography, which made him feel much more at ease.

Although Meng Chuan was reading this sword technique, he was also distracted from Zhen Cheng. Seeing that he was shocked at first, he immediately realized it, breathed a sigh of relief, and sneered.

"Why, I was scared and thought the room was full of martial arts secrets?"

As he said that, he raised the sword score in his hand.

Zhen Cheng calmed down, Tao,

"I was really shocked at the beginning, but even the holy land of martial arts may not have Musashi of this size, so if you think about it carefully, you will know that it is impossible."

"You are right. Even if the martial arts holy land cannot have such a collection of books. However, if my fourth brother is willing, he might not have been able to turn all the books in the room into martial arts.

For example, the sword score in my hand was created by my fourth brother in just two incense sticks."

Speaking of this, Meng Chuan's voice and expression couldn't help but reveal a sense of respect, admiration, and fanaticism.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such a ridiculous statement.

However, it was precisely because I saw it with my own eyes that I knew how evil Meng Zhao was, and how difficult it was to catch up with him.

Of course, Zhen Cheng did not believe in this kind of thing. Although martial arts has a high-level view, it also has to follow the basic rules, that is, there is a specialization in skills.

Meng Zhao may be able to create some excellent martial arts in the fields he is good at, but it would be a fantasy to say that he is omniscient and omnipotent and can fill the entire study.

"Ha, I know you don't believe it, but it doesn't matter. My fourth brother is not here either.

I just want to tell you through this matter that in front of my fourth brother, don’t be self-righteous and don’t use tricks.

He is a wise man. As long as you cooperate honestly, you will have a chance to survive."

"Don't doubt it. The reason why I told you about this was because my third brother told me that when you imprisoned him, he was pretty good to him and did not treat him harshly. Although he hated you to arrest him and imprison him, he was also a little grateful to you.

I hope you don’t let my third brother down.”
Chapter completed!