The young man jumped down, took a long look, and said gently: "Brother Senna is serious, the crockpot is difficult to break from the well, how can anyone in the martial arts never plant and fight?" If you can stand up, you are a real hero! ”

Baring his teeth, the old drunkard said: "They have all become dogs, alas, ashamed, ashamed." ”

Meng couldn't help but smile and said, "Old song, in front of the three young masters, you are not afraid of other people's jokes?" ”

The third young man hurriedly said: "How dare you do it below!" ”

The old ghost scratched his hair and said: "He is a downright person, a heroic man, he will not be restrained by hypocrisy, otherwise, he will be a bird!" ”

When Meng Ke heard that he brought meat in his words again, he couldn't help but blush, but the third young man laughed and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, well said, brother, I admire you as an unobstructed hero!" ”

The old drunkard said embarrassedly: "In this way, I am really embarrassed......

Meng glared at him, and introduced the others one by one, at this time, more than ten silver-clothed men were carrying five gray and fluffy bear skin soft pockets.

Sanshao looked at the sky and said, "Brother Meng, can we set off!" ”

Meng smiled slightly, and said: "It can still be supported in the bottom, five soft pockets, young lords, four is enough." ”

San Shao smiled implicitly and said, "Brother Meng, you yourself don't seem to be hurt lightly......

Meng rubbed the temples on both sides and said in a deep voice: "In a person's life, he has to bear many blows, if he can support it, it is better to support it as much as possible, otherwise, once he falls, it will take a lot of effort to get up again." ”

Looking at him deeply, Sanshao seemed to have realized something, he didn't say anything more, nodded slightly, and then beckoned his subordinates to help the wounded into soft pockets, the old drunkard refused for a while, and lay down helplessly.

Rounding out the pile of rocks, the people who had no intention of carrying the big man with a soft pocket walked smoothly and carefully to the bottom of the slope under the command of the three young people, and Meng and others followed behind.

The three young people waved their hands and said with a smile: "Come, come, this seat will introduce you to a hero." ”

The noseless man glanced at Meng coldly with a pair of eyes open, the scar on his face twisted slightly, and he took a step forward indifferently and arched his hand at will.

Meng felt a vague feeling in his heart, he didn't feel angry at all, because he understood that a physically handicapped person would always be a little weird, or arrogant, or indifferent, but they had a habit of not wanting to get too close to ordinary people, they almost liked to be alone, so they also faintly built an invisible wall, isolated themselves from ordinary people, and covered their own incompleteness in this artificial arrogance.

The third young man glared at the noseless in displeasure, but Meng clasped his hands into fists, bowed slightly and said, "It's a good fortune to see my brother, Meng Ke is a smiling doll under me." ”

His eyes suddenly widened with the last few words, his eyes shone with a strange, shocking, and excited light, he seemed to take a step forward with some excitement, staring at Meng, for a long time, he said eagerly as if he had changed to another person: "You, you are a smiley doll mask man?" ”

San Shao snorted and said slightly angrily: "Don't be rude!" ”

Meng Qing waved his hand and said kindly: "Yes, it is in the next place." ”

There was an excited sound in his throat, he turned around and pleaded with Sanshao: "Lord, I think I can fulfill my wish for many years, and I still ask for the permission of the lord......"

San Shao frowned in embarrassment, shook his head and said, "No, you should see Brother Meng injured ......"

A flash of light flashed in Meng's mind, and he had roughly guessed something, so he said calmly: "Young Lord, if there is anything that needs to be served by Brother Tiao, please make it clear, it doesn't hurt to be slightly injured in the lower level, it's nothing!" ”

After hesitating for a moment, San Shao reached out and touched the short mustache he had left, and said slowly: "Brother Meng, this matter is really a bit ...... Well, it's a bit ridiculous, in the lower door, to be honest, all of them have a lot of magic ability, but it's also bad in their magic, they are not very old, and young people can't help but be arrogant and narrow-minded...... Once, well, about three or four years, Noseless hid in the woods to practice magic, when he was halfway through the practice, alas, the nosy old man He suddenly ran out and clapped his hands and laughed, so he asked him what he was laughing at, and the old man He said in a weird way: "Brother, you are indeed powerful enough in these two moments, but if your half-arc hand meets the smiley face doll mask man, you will have to fight with him, and the magic ability of others is much stronger than that of the old brother...... 'At that time, the noseless ran back angrily, He's been asking about you ever since, always trying to compare you to which of you is more magically proficient, and I've reprimanded him for more than I know how many times, but he's always dead ......."

Meng smiled serenely and said: "My brother has misbelieved people's words, and he is only a waste of fame in the next place, and a few magic tricks are really nothing, where can he be compared with my brother Tai?" ”

The noseless face turned red, and he prayed: "No, Master Meng is polite, please ask the master to give the next one a chance to receive the teachings no matter what, so that you can die this grievance." ”

Meng pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "My brother, if you don't see it below, you will be disappointed......"

Noseless turned to look at San Shao with some disappointment, San Shao rubbed his hands, and said continuously: "Alas, it's all about the old man, it's all about him......"

Meng asked: "Young Lord, you don't know which one the old man Xiang is in your mouth?" ”

Before the third young man could answer, Noseless had already continued: "Old man Xiang is the great protector of the Heartless Society. ”

With a slightly bitter smile, Meng Dao: "Lao Xiang is seventy years old, he is an old-timer, why bother to cause trouble like this?" His old gentleman is also too ridiculous? ”

Sanshao Zhengse said: "Brother Meng, the old man is eccentric, and his temper is bad, even the head of this association is polite to him, but he admires you very much, although the two have not met, in daily life, he has repeatedly mentioned his admiration for you, these are all truths, not deliberately exaggerated in front of Brother Meng." ”

Meng shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment, and said without a nose: "Master, in Xia Shang Qizun to appreciate the thin noodles, Mo Yujun refuses ......"

With a light sigh, Meng looked at Sanshao again, Sanshao laughed dryly, and said with some embarrassment: "If, uh, if Brother Meng is willing to give advice...... Just teach this kid a lesson...... But, uh, but, it's really hard for Brother Qiang Meng......"

Meng Gang wanted to speak, but he quickly and respectfully said: "Master, I have no other intentions except for the desire to admire the high skills of the Zunjia, thinking that it is a confirmation and correction of the magic I have learned in the Xia, so please give me advice and open the mouth......"