Whoever comes, this is a private house..."

Meng Yang, who was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a bladeless scabbard on his waist, and a black shirt, shook the snow on his body at this time.

Looking up at the door slightly, he looked at the white-clothed young man sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, and handed over the letter in his hand.

"The Lin family in Annan City, Meng Yang, in the name of the head of the family, Lin Anbo, came to look for your parents. ”

The boy was about thirteen years old, and when he heard this, his eyes full of smart eyes looked Meng Yang up and down.

After a little hesitation, he got up and walked over. He had heard of Annan City, but he didn't know about the Lin family.

However, usually few people come to the top of the South Ridge of Zhengnan City, especially when he heard that there was a letter, the young master did not slack off.

took the letter in Meng Yang's hand and looked at it, and when he saw the name of the recipient, he couldn't help but look up excitedly.

"You're here for my grandfather?"

"It should be..."

While the young man was looking at Meng Yang, Meng Yang was also looking at the young man and the huge mansion covered in silver behind the young man.

It is said to be a house, but in fact, it is a palace building built on the top of the mountain, and the visual measurement is 100 acres.

Before coming, Meng Yang inquired about people on the street, and the answer he got was as he thought.

That is, the people who live on the south ridge behind the south gate of this southern city are either rich or noble.

Every Chinese New Year, there will be many dignitaries and nobles, and even people from the royal family of Zhao State come to visit.

As for the identity of its owner, everyone said that Feiyun, and Meng Yang didn't take it seriously.

However, judging from the fact that the spiritual power in the body of the young man is so old that he can condense but not disperse, as if the Qinghe River is long and condensed, he has reached the first level of breaking through the first martial arts and finally condensing the martial soul, which really surprised him.

At the age of thirteen, Chu Wu, not to mention in Nanzhou, is a genius in the entire Zhao Kingdom.

If there is a ranking, it is definitely the top ones, because Meng Yang found that he guessed the wrong age of the teenager.

"Then you are looking for my grandfather, have you brought a gift for Xiao Tian? Xiao Tian will be eleventh birthday in a month. ”

The young man put away the letter, with an innocent smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to Meng Yang to smile.

In those narrowed eyes, what Meng Yang saw was loneliness and the naughty naughtiness that he pretended to be.

This made Meng Yang's face a little complicated, and his eyes flickered, thinking of himself in his previous life.

The act of deliberately having no friends, no family, always being alone, and wanting to attract the attention of others.

Meng Yang's performance is enthusiastic, no matter who he is, even if someone scolds him, he will smile at it.

And the young man in front of him, who was full of luxury, stretched out his hand to ask him for a gift, which was unreasonable.

The reason for this is also because the teenager does not have many friends around him to talk to.

When I see a stranger, whoever it is, I want to talk to him and listen to them talk about strange things.

Meng Yang is sure that even if he scolds ignorance and ignorance now, the young master will face it with a smile.

In fact, they understand better than anyone else, are more careful than anyone else, and are more sensible than teenagers of the same age.

"Xiaotian is eleven years old?" Meng Yang took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look normal.

"Mmmm, I'm eleven years old soon, does my brother have a gift from Xiaotian?"

Xiao Tian smiled slightly, opened his squinted eyes and nodded.

Although it was the first time he saw Meng Yang, for some reason, he felt that the big brother in front of him suddenly made him feel inexplicably dependent. Especially looking at his eyes, he has a familiar kindness, and subconsciously stretches his hand higher.

"Yes, how could there be. ”

Meng Yang smiled and thought about it, and as soon as he turned his palm, he saw a crystal clear

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Beads of light appeared in the boy's surprised eyes.

This pearl of light was obtained by Meng Yang on the altar in the cave in the East Desert Sand Plains Lake.

As for what the effect is, he has also studied it for a long time, but he still can't figure out how to do it.

Simply, I took it as a birthday gift and gave it to the teenager who met for the first time.

Although he doesn't know the identity of the teenager for the time being, it is definitely not easy to teach such a genius.

Since Lin Anbo can let him come to the year-end competition, he must have a purpose.

If you want to send exercises, you can turn your mind and think about the fact that the young man stepped into the first martial arts at the age of ten, how could he lack it.

In the end, it was decided to give this thing to the boy, and if it was really a treasure, it would be regarded as a good fate.

I thought that the boy wouldn't like the glowing orb, but he really gave it to the right person.

"Thank you, Brother Meng Yang..."Xiao Tian's eyes lit up, and his face turned red with excitement.

On weekdays, although there are people who come to visit the door every once in a while at the top of the South Ridge, they give gifts.

But the colored light bead in Meng Yang's hand, for some reason, was like Meng Yang's kind feeling to him, as if this light bead originally belonged to him and belonged to a precious thing that had been lost for a long time.

Looking at the excited red on Xiao Tian's face and the sweet salutation, Meng Yang squatted down, with a smile on his face, but solemnly placed the light beads in the small palms of Xiao Tian's hands.

He only reported his name once, and he was remembered by Xiao Tian in his heart, which shows Xiao Tian's delicate thoughts, as he guessed.

"If you like it, this gift will belong to you in the future..."

"Mmmm, Xiaotian will take good care of it in the future, Xiaotian will wait for my brother to find grandpa..."

Staring at Xiao Tian, who jumped up, held the light beads in both hands and turned around and walked towards the courtyard, Meng Yang subconsciously exhaled and followed.

Walking into the courtyard, it is a scene of a lively small market.

Men and women, young and old, are either exercising in the morning or sweeping the snow from the stone path.

Without exception, these people were all monks, but they were like ordinary peasant families, talking and laughing, and waving the bamboo sweep in their hands.

Seeing Xiao Tian and Meng Yang, who were holding light beads, they all smiled and said hello.

And Xiao Tian also greeted them obediently, showing off the unique colored ball of light in his hand.

The palace building is very large, overlooking it, it is square, and the courtyard is facing the direction in which Meng Yang came in.

There are three largest mansions in the middle, and the others are pavilions with square corners and turtle eaves.

At a glance, the numerous buildings and areas are simply larger than the Lin family in Annan City.

When he walked through the second, larger doorway, Meng Yang finally knew where he had come.

The rows of soldiers in heavy armor stood in two rows like sculptures, and there were 800 people.

Their eyes are awe-inspiring, the military is high-spirited, five steps and one sentry, ten steps and one post, all the way to the largest mansion at the end of the sight.

What surprised Meng Yang the most was that these soldiers were all monks, and their strength was in the late stage of the Gongwu Realm.

When Meng Yang stepped here, there were dozens of terrifying coercion that made him sweat coldly, which fell on his body and then disappeared.

Looking at the back of Xiao Tian, who was still bouncing, Meng Yang felt that Xiao Tian's identity might be even bigger than he imagined.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask Xiao Tian curiously, "Xiao Tian, what's your surname?"

"Xiao Tian's surname is Mu, why did Brother Meng Yang suddenly ask such a strange question..."

Xiao Tian, who was standing in front of Meng Yang, turned his head and rubbed the light beads in his hand while returning obediently

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Answer.

But as soon as these words came out, Meng Yang's face under the hat suddenly changed, and the hand on the cuff shook.

"Mu, the surname of the royal family of Zhao Kingdom, isn't that Xiaotian's identity..."

Hiss... Thinking of this, Meng Yang gasped, and his pupils flickered sharply.

opened his mouth slightly, and was about to ask, when two middle-aged men and an old man with gray hair appeared in his sight.

"Meet the prince, I have seen the honored guest, the old prince is waiting for the honored guest in the welcome hall..."

After the three of them walked in, they bowed respectfully, and in just one sentence, the information revealed made Meng Yang feel a little top-heavy.

What shocked Meng Yang even more was that the spiritual power aura on the three of them was even more powerful than the Gathering Martial Realm.

Although this breath is extremely light, it is like a storm in the river and sea, and it is extremely vast.

Just a trace of overflow caused Meng Yang's heart to stop beating wildly.

This feeling, Meng Yang remembers very clearly, it is definitely a melting realm.

"Grandpa let me go?"

When Xiao Tian saw the three of them, he pouted and asked in a pitiful whisper.

The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

It seems that Xiaotian has known the answer for a long time, and he is not angry.

Looking back at Meng Yang, he said in a crisp voice: "Then Brother Meng Yang will look for me later, okay?" ”

Meng Yang looked at the three people who looked like usual and nodded.

"Okay, I'll talk to the old prince later, and I'll come to you. ”

"Now, here's the envelope..."

Taking the envelope and looking at Xiao Tian, Meng Yang wanted to soften his head.

But when he thought about the eight million palace martial arts realm peak soldiers behind him, and there were three body-melting realm powerhouses in front of him, he still didn't choose to die.

He was really afraid that as soon as he stretched out his hand, he would be cut off by the three people in front of him directly as assassins.

Even if it is not regarded as this moment, the son of a dignified prince and family, but being rubbed his head, I am afraid it is also a crime of killing his head.

"Don't worry, I'll be looking for you later..."

With a wave of his hand to Xiaotian, Meng Yang followed the three of them straight to the welcoming hall.

But just as Meng Yang stepped on the stone platform of the welcome hall, an aura suddenly shrouded from behind him.

This aura full of hatred had just emerged, and then Meng Yang saw a beam of light, and the palace in front of him appeared.

Then with the momentum of thunder running through Changhong, the sky exploded, and he fled behind Meng Yang.

"It's him..."

Meng Yang, who was shocked, tilted his head, his spiritual power filled his eyes, and he saw that the light actually enveloped a middle-aged man who stepped on the void.

The man froze in mid-air and waved his hand lightly.

Then a figure, one wearing a red robe, made Meng Yang's familiar figure with a miserable scream, and the black spots appeared from the sky bigger and bigger.

Immediately, the middle-aged man who was trampled on the void was thrown into the air, and Meng Yang saw that the figure was like a kite with a broken string, falling into the earth.

Meng Yang, who was frowning, looked at the three people beside him who still looked at him, stopped in place, and once again lost his gaze.

However, in his eyes, the middle-aged man who seemed to be stepping on the void like a god had disappeared.

"The city is in the south of the city, and it is also the courage of people like you to break in..."

Not long after waiting, Meng Yang saw ten ironclad sergeants armed with iron guns, escorting an old man who was covered in blood and dying. In the miserable sound, the old man seemed to sense something, and when he looked up, he happened to see four people standing at the door of the welcome hall.

Under the condensation of his gaze, he looked directly at Meng Yang, who was wearing a hat on his head and a scabbard with a sword on his waist.

Looking at each other, Meng Yang raised his eyebrows, and secretly sneered in his heart: "It turns out that it's really you." ”

"Red Sect Ancestor, the end of the year..."

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