On the third day of the third month of the Shengming calendar, the day when the folk are accustomed to the dragon raising its head, the prelude to the spring hunting in Yanshan, in the dim morning fog of dawn, accompanied by the dull sound of the opening of the gate of the Forbidden Imperial City, finally opened slowly.

The streets and alleys of the Beijing division have been taken over by the soldiers of the garrison camp, starting from the Xuanwu Gate, the Xuanwu Avenue that leads straight to the north gate has been cleared, and the people standing on both sides are fully armed soldiers, one by one, the waist pole is straight, in the thick fog of dawn, looming, like a statue.

In the noble district of the inner city, there is also a lot of noise in every mansion, and every family is making the final check and fill in the gaps for the spring hunt that is about to begin.

In the Protector's Mansion, the old man who had already been discharged from the army was neatly draped at this time, a set of emperor-level "White Tiger Battle Armor", majestic, especially the two lifelike tiger heads on his shoulders, which made Meng Wushao's eyes hot for a while-

If you wear this out, you will definitely not be able to explain it!

The old man's majesty has not diminished back then, and he is covered in battle armor, and he has a tiger might, and even with Meng Fu, Meng Lu, Meng An, and Meng Kang, the four iron-blooded generals of the year, they are also full of red light, and they have a posture of boiling blood and fighting on the battlefield.

The cheap second brother Meng Tianxuan, at this time, also wore a set of general-level "greedy wolf battle armor", which was a bit heroic and extraordinary, and Meng Siao, who was dressed in gorgeous silk and satin or dressed as a young master, formed a stark contrast.

Meng Wushao was still a little sleepy-eyed at this time, he was dragged up from the bed by the old man, and a pair of eyes would become bright except when he looked at the set of white tiger battle armor on the old man's body, and he looked like he was yawning.

At this time, it was only two o'clock, and the genius was bright, and the trace of fish belly white in the east had not yet been revealed, but in the Protector's Mansion, the top and bottom were already a little busy.

"You're about to go out, why don't you change into your battle armor, why are you in a daze!"

Meng Wushao was yawning, listlessly watching the generals and subordinates busy in front of him, cold, and a somewhat familiar voice came from behind him.

He turned his head casually, saw the person clearly, and suddenly showed a somewhat surprised expression on his face: "Fourth uncle, why do you get up so early when you don't go to Yanshan?"

The person who spoke was Meng Haoran, the fourth master of the Protector's Mansion, who was blocked by the barbarian great wizard and blocked the meridians of his whole body, and cultivated himself into the same as the former generalissimo of the deposed Zhenman, and now An Lebo.

Meng Haoran was wearing a green robe, looking at the busy crowd, a trace of envy and unwillingness flashed in the depths of his eyes. This kind of strange emotion just swept through his heart, and when he saw Meng Wushao still standing there motionless, he immediately frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure: "Go and change into your battle armor, don't delay everyone!"

Meng Siao still didn't move, glanced at the "greedy wolf battle armor" on the cheap second brother, and pouted: "My battle armor is too ugly, and it's embarrassing to wear." ”

With a flicker of his eyes, the whole person suddenly became much more energetic, came up with a smile, and said to Meng Haoran: "Fourth uncle, your battle armor back then should also be extraordinary, why don't you borrow it from me first?"

Meng Haoran glared at him angrily: "Ruined." ”

"Ruined?" Meng Siao was stunned, "Can't you?" I remember that Fourth Uncle, your battle armor seems to be also 'Emperor Rank', and if you want to completely destroy a set of Emperor Rank Battle Armor, you can't do it unless you are a real spirit soldier." ”

Meng Haoran sighed and said with a wry smile: "Otherwise, how do you think the meridians of the fourth uncle are locked?" ”

Meng Siao's brows furrowed slightly: "The barbarian tribe's physical body is strong, and the world knows it, but to say that their refining level is ......."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Meng Haoran glanced at him, and finally had a smile on his face: "Okay, don't think about it, this matter is not something you can meddle in." What you have to do now is to adjust your state, and then work with Tianxuan to beat out the majesty of my Meng family in the next few days in the Yanshan Spring Hunt!"

"That--you have to do it, just look at it, whether it's the Jianglong from Da Chu, or the bullshit 'Heavenly Spirit Clan' from Chijin, I'll let them know what it is, it's called domineering. Meng Si pretended to be arrogant, with a proud face.

"Manly man, it's hard to chase after a word, then the fourth uncle is waiting for your good news!" Meng Haoran smiled, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and walked to the other side to encourage Meng Tianxuan.

Looking at the back of this cheap fourth uncle, from that elegance, Meng Siao read a deep unwillingness and helplessness.

The generalissimo, who crisscrossed the battlefield, commanded the army, and suppressed the barbarians so much that he could not cross the barren mountain range for half a step, and wanted to become the famous man of the current Beijing Division, I am afraid that no one can understand it except Meng Haoran himself.

Meng Siao sighed softly, there was nothing he could do about the situation of this cheap fourth uncle. The "Great Martial Zun System" can identify the storage of Yao Lao, just because the body of this former Yuan Infant Realm powerhouse has been destroyed, and the Yuan Shen is attached to the ancient spirit ring, a spiritual level treasure, and has become a "tool soul" like a storage zài;

"Wait, when I improve my cultivation and dig out more abilities of the 'Great Martial Venerable System', I will definitely be able to help Fourth Uncle you unlock this seal when the time comes." He said silently in his heart.

The Great Martial Venerable Points he had now were still 6,500 after breaking through to the Ninth Rank of Qi Induction Realm before. Yesterday, although he caused trouble in the Great Chu Embassy and slapped Canglan Jiang and Gu Yuanba in the face, he did not have half of the Great Martial Honor, which made him realize that none of the two guys, Canglan Jiang and Gu Yuanba, including the accompanying cadres of the Great Chu Mission, were disciples of the sect.

Although he felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't think much about it, he just felt a little pity.

"What are you doing here, pestle! Why don't you get in and change into your armor!"

He was pondering about Meng Haoran's affairs here, and the old man's angry shouts suddenly sounded in his ears.

Meng Wushao instinctively shuddered, looked up, and saw that the old man was glaring at him angrily.

"What a daze! I'm going to go out of the city with His Majesty's team in a while, you're still here ink, believe it or not, I'll break your dog's legs!" Meng Kaijiang, who was neatly dressed, seemed to have returned to his past military career, and his words and deeds all revealed the old marshal's fierce military might.

It's a pity that Meng Wushao is not interested in this kind of military prestige at all, and he still has the leisure to complain about the immutable threat mantra of "breaking the dog's legs".

He answered lazily, pretending to change his suit of battle armor, and as soon as the old man turned around, he stood still again, yawning and continuing to watch the busy scene in full swing.

In the end, it wasn't until he went out that the horse team of the family in the Guizhou District gathered together and followed the team of His Majesty Emperor Shengming towards the north city gate that the old man noticed that Meng Wushao was still wearing that gorgeous dress brocade, and he didn't change into his battle armor at all.

The old marshal suddenly blew his beard and glared, but the Meng family, as the nominal head of the Four Princes, followed closely behind the princes' horse team, even if he wanted Meng Wushao to go back and change his clothes, it would be impossible at this time.

"Little bunny, you're mad at me!"

Thousands of feelings, the old man could only scold hatefully in the end, don't look over, just come out of sight.

The team was mighty, and when the forbidden army that opened the way went out of the north city gate, those who followed the back of the team were able to walk out of the inner city gate. And among a group of majestic knights in armor, Meng Wushao, who was dressed in brocade clothes and dressed in a squishful manner, not to mention how eye-catching it was.

That's just a store that can be seen at a glance in thousands of people.