In fact, Meng Zhao's situation is similar to that of Meng Qingzhi in his early years, and he was lonely when he was ignorant, and he was kindly taken in by Mr. Meng, raised as an adult, followed Mr. Meng to study medicine, and helped Mr. Meng to help. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh? I'm also a disciple of Mr. Meng. When Meng Qingyi heard that Meng Zhao was Mr. Meng's apprentice, he immediately had a good impression of him, everyone is his own person.

"Mr. Meng's disciple, only I, Meng Zhao, am alone. Other people with ulterior motives all stand aside. Who knew that Meng Zhao's face turned cold when he heard this, and he snatched the clean clothes that Fang had just handed to Meng Qingzhi, and wanted to drive Meng Qingzhi out of the door, "Give me back the clothes, don't give them away slowly." ”

"Little brother Meng Zhao, is there any misunderstanding in this?" Meng Qing was inexplicable for a while, but he had a good chat, why did he suddenly not welcome him so much.

Of course, he would not let Meng Zhao drive him out, Meng Qingzhi adjusted his internal breath, stood still, and let Meng Zhao push and shove, Meng Qingzhi was not pushed half a step.

"You, what do you want to do?" Meng Zhao saw that Meng Qing's skills were not weak, and he couldn't push him even a little bit with all his efforts, it must be that his internal strength was profound, no wonder he still had a ruddy complexion even after being drenched in the rain, and he turned out to be a master.

Meng Zhao was vigilant, this person who was not weak was really difficult to deal with, Meng Zhao was uneasy, what if he went to find trouble with Mr. Meng.

The more you worry about something, the more you come.

Meng Qingzhi really took a step and walked towards the inner room.

"I have no ill intentions, I just want to meet Mr. Meng." Meng Qingzhi walked quickly towards the back door, the position of the back door had not changed, and it was still in that inconspicuous position.

"Mr. Meng, someone has broken in!" Meng Zhao couldn't stop Meng Qingzhi at all, he tried his best to pull at the corners of Meng Qingzhi's clothes, but to no avail, he didn't hinder Meng Qingzhi's pace at all, and even the corners of his clothes couldn't be torn.

Meng Qingzhi pushed open the back door, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, he looked at the familiar scene in front of him, even if he changed the yard, he still felt so kind.

The backyard is still the same as before, with all kinds of herbs planted by Mr. Meng, and at the end of the backyard is a smaller thatched house, which is where Mr. Meng dispenses medicine.

Mr. Meng heard Meng Zhao's shout, leaned out of the hut, didn't recognize Meng Qingzhi for a while, but felt familiar as if he had seen it somewhere, and then looked thoughtfully at Meng Qingzhi who walked over slowly.

Meng Qingzhi was familiar with the road, knowing which places in the backyard could be stepped on and which places could not be stepped on, and when he encountered something that could not be stepped on, he simply used light skills to leap over, and at the same time hugged Meng Zhao, who was chasing after him, and flew together.

"Mr. Meng, I'm Qingzhi." Meng Qingzhi stood still in front of Mr. Meng, smiling brightly, Mr. Meng is still the elegant appearance in his memory, the years have not made Mr. Meng old, Meng Qingzhi is deeply gratified.

"Kid, you're finally back, so tall." Mr. Meng recognized Meng Qingzhi and patted Meng Qingzhi on the shoulder excitedly, like a child returning home after a long absence, both happy and sour.

"Mr. Meng, is this really your disciple?" Meng Zhao looked at Mr. Meng's intimate appearance towards Meng Qingzhi, and was speechless, it seemed that he was wrong to blame the good person.

"Xiao Zhao'er, this is the Meng Qingzhi I often talk to you about." Mr. Meng turned to Meng Qingzhi and said, "The year you left, I met Meng Zhao, the child, and saw his pitiful homeless appearance at that time, just like the first time I met you, so I took him in. ”

"Senior brother!" Meng Zhao often heard Mr. Meng mention Meng Qingzhi, and immediately admired the tall senior brother in front of him.

"Don't call me senior brother, you can call me brother, we are both Mr. Meng's children." Meng Qingzhi happily proposed.

To be precise, Meng Qingzhi has met many nobles in his life, including Mr. Meng and Che Feiyu, who have taught him all kinds of skills, but there is only one master in the real sense, Jun Yan, who has respectfully drunk three cups of tea, the only master.

Therefore, Meng Zhao's senior brother, Meng Qingzhi deserves it.

"Brother, Brother Qing." Meng Zhao immediately changed his name, but he still said that his brother was at ease, and he narrowed the distance at once.

"Eh, Xiaozhao'er. Haha, Xiaozhao'er, are you still hiding your clean clothes behind you? Meng Qingzhi said playfully, before Meng Zhao kindly handed him a clean dress, but he took it back.

"Brother Qingzhi, hurry up and change your clothes, don't get caught in the cold." Meng Zhao came back to his senses and hurriedly handed over his clothes again in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I have my own internal strength to protect my body, and this bit of wind and rain is not a problem for me at all." Meng Qingzhi showed a hearty smile again, which resolved Meng Zhao's embarrassment, Meng Zhao was so ashamed that his face was flushed, it seems that Meng Zhao, a young man who has no experience in the world, is really simple.

This is Mr. Meng's clothes, worn on Meng Qingzhi's body, it looks a little short, and Mr. Meng's loosest clothes look a little tight on Meng Qingzhi's body.

Today's Meng Qingzhi is no longer the thin and thin child he was back then, he has already grown into a tall and straight man, a head taller than Mr. Meng.

"Brother Qingzhi, you are so powerful, when you dragged me to fly, you flew fast and steadily, I also want to learn." Meng Zhao looked at Meng Qingzhi with admiration on his face and expectation.

"Xiao Zhao'er. This kung fu is not something that can be learned in a year and a half, and it depends on talent. "Meng Qingzhi has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, so he naturally knows the difficulties involved, without extremely high talent and strong willpower, it is difficult to be superior.

I think that when Meng Qingzhi followed Che Feiyu to learn Lian's footwork, he had already passed the best learning age of five years old. However, Meng Qingzhi was extremely talented, not only did he learn Lian's footwork skillfully, until he later became a disciple of the Northern Sect, and his martial arts attainments have always been second to none among the younger generation.

What is talent, that is, even if you miss the best age to practice martial arts, no matter when you learn it, it is never too late.

"But I really want to learn some kung fu so that I can protect Mr. Meng and our little medical hall." Meng Zhao frowned and pouted, looking pitiful.

"Well, I'll teach you some simple moves and basic mental techniques tomorrow." Meng Qingzhi thought about it, and then agreed, even if Xiao Zhao'er didn't have the talent to practice martial arts, it was always good for him to practice his fists and feet, at least he could strengthen his body. Like when Fang was outside and the two fought due to a misunderstanding, Xiao Zhao'er's fists were weak and weak when they hit him.

"Mr. Meng, how did you move the medical hall here, the courtyard where we lived before?" Meng Qingzhi looked at this dilapidated thatched house, it was really hard.

Loess Village, this place, the climate is harsh, either not windy, but where the wind must be a strong wind, the small courtyard in the past said that although it is simple, but it can withstand the wind and frost, now this thatched house, only afraid of a strong wind, the roof will be blown away.

"Well, that's a long story. A few years ago, the yard suffered a disaster of Zhurong, tragically returned to Lu, we had to move here, thanks to the help of the neighbors, we finally have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Mr. Meng can't bear to look back, the fire a few years ago not only burned down his medical hall, but also burned all of his rare medicinal materials, and now looking back, his heart still aches faintly.