The horses of the Meng family are not ordinary horses that pull goods, but a group of sturdy horses, compared to Zhang Lingdao's embarrassment of going up the mountain on a rainy night, the speed of the two people riding down the mountain does not know how much faster.

As soon as the two of them came to Yunji Water Pavilion, they saw that two servants had come to greet them, Zhang Lingdao handed over the reins of the horse to a servant, and followed Meng Yanxin to the inner mansion.

The Meng family is worthy of being a big family in Jiuhua, even after such a big change, there are still many people busy in the mansion, they sweep the blood stains on the ground and walls, carry the corpses, and by the way, put some old people and young children aside to comfort them.

Zhang Lingdao couldn't help but sigh at the cohesion of the Meng family, as well as Meng Huaichu's leadership ability, the Meng family, who had not been wiped out after this catastrophe, thought that there would be a greater future in the future!

Zhang Lingdao greeted the early morning sun and walked in the attic of Yunji Water Pavilion, and at this time he discovered the real reason why this place was called Yunji Water Pavilion.

Except for the mountain road that bordered here before, the entire Meng Mansion was almost built on the water, and I didn't know if I didn't observe it before, but now I look closely, all the courtyards and pavilions are supported by some pillars hidden under the water.

"Genius creativity, unpredictable craftsman!" He sighed in his heart, but he couldn't boast about it at this time, after all, people had just had such a big change, and it was not appropriate to talk about such a thing.

Meng Yanxin took Zhang Lingdao to the atrium of the Meng family, that is, the place with the most corpses, and the servants of the Meng family were placing the bodies of those dead here, from large to small, in order.

And Meng Huaichu knelt beside the two elderly corpses, his head buried deep in his arms, thinking very sad.

Meng Yanxin stepped forward, "Young Master, the young man is here." His voice was soft, as if he wanted to avoid disturbing the deceased.

Meng Huaichu's body trembled imperceptibly, and then he stood up from the ground, first glanced at Meng Yanxin, and then turned to Zhang Lingdao, "Shaoxia, are you here?" I'm sorry, I wanted to treat you well, but now I'm in a good situation...... Please bear with me. ”

Zhang Lingdao waved his hand, "The sky and the earth are big, not as big as the dead in your family, and I hope that Meng Daxia will mourn you!" ”

Meng Huaichu smiled miserably, "When I encounter such a thing, can I still fight the rivers and lakes again?" Don't call me Meng Daxia in the future. From now on, there is no more Meng Huaichu in the world, who is obsessed with the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, and some are just Yun Ji Shui Xie Zhuang Master, Meng Huaichu! ”

As soon as he said this, the servants around him put down the things in their hands one after another, bowed again and again, and said, "I've seen the master!" ”

He had already accepted the position of the owner of the Yunji Water Pavilion, and his parents had died tragically in the village, so he naturally became the biggest person here, and the servants were expressing their loyalty and swearing allegiance to him.

"Shaoxia, you go to the wing room to rest for a while, after a busy night, I believe you are also very tired. When Meng has a free hand, let's thank Shaoxia. Meng Huaichu entered the role very quickly, thinking that he was also cultivated in this way since he was a child.

Zhang Lingdao didn't refuse, he originally wanted to find a place to take a good rest, where to rest is not to rest? He was led by another servant to the west wing.

Because the west wing belongs to a relatively independent enclosed space, there are few blood stains here, and there are naturally not many servants to clean up here, and there are a few bushes of lush bamboo in the courtyard of the wing, as well as some stones and shrubs, which are very beautifully cultivated.

On the left hand side was a firewood room, with some wood and firewood piled up outside, and on the right hand side was the wing room he needed to go to, the building was as fine as any other house, and there was no dirt or blood spilled.

"Shaoxia, this is your room, but it's better not to move around, the young master has arranged some female dependents here, they are now frightened, please don't disturb them." The servant said.

Zhang Lingdao nodded, "I naturally understand these rules. The servant just left, and Zhang Lai had to continue to go to the atrium and continue to deal with some things.

"Whew!" Zhang Lingdao took the bucket in the room, washed the dirt on his body, and then breathed a sigh of relief. A night of tension and fighting, even with food to restore his strength, had exhausted his spirit, and he had to take a good break when he finally reached a place where he could rest.

Great exhaustion appeared on him, he almost fell asleep on the pillow, and the internal power of Zhenwu was running in his body, soothing his fatigue and providing him with energy.

"Young man? Young man? Zhang Lingdao heard a call in a daze, opened his eyes in the afterglow of the sunset, and saw a person standing there in the shadow of the paper window.

He hurriedly responded, "Yes, I don't know what's going on?" ”

"Shaoxia, you've been asleep for five hours, and my lord asked me to invite you to dinner." The servant's voice was soft, and he didn't seem to want to disturb the people around him.

Zhang Lingdao naturally felt it, and hurriedly lowered his voice, "Okay, I'll come later." ”

"The little one is waiting at the door, obeying the young man's orders." The servant stood directly by the door, and should have been going to go with Zhang Lingdao.

Zhang Lingdao stretched his tired body, compared to the completely unstoppable exhaustion before, he was much better now, and hurriedly opened the system, wanting to carefully find his state.

Unlike those traditional online game systems, in which he could not find clear systematic data on his physical condition, but some specious statements.

The system does not fully monitor his body, but rather acts as a mentor, guiding him through various ways to follow the path he is familiar with.

Zhang Lingdao: A martial artist, a little famous

Internal strength: "True Martial Heart Sutra"

Martial arts: Taoism and heaven and earth, Taoism gives birth to a sword, returns to Xuan, and light and dust, drives shadows, and is born and dies in the twilight

Physical Condition: Fatigue: You're a little tired now, but you're still tolerated.

Body data is basically these, there is no real data type at all, it is, in the martial arts world, it is never based on the level of personal combat effectiveness to win or lose, your physical fitness, your martial arts, your on-the-spot performance, these things are very important in battle.

Moreover, in his backpack space, there are a few more things that make him inexplicable, neither like a box nor a baggage, but like a combination of two things, I don't know what the use is?

Underneath these things were some of the supplies he had used before, as well as some items and weapons that he hadn't brought out, and he had lost his scabbard in the previous battle, and he hadn't figured out how to replace it.