In his last life, Xing Meng was a step-by-step person, studying, going to school, falling in love and breaking up work, working in a game company for three years, losing an average of 3,000 hair per year, and he didn't dare to look in the mirror before crossing.

Now, he finally realized the fun of being a young master, with beautiful girls to feed and drink, and top brands for you to pick. Although his mother died early, his father at home had a strong ability to earn money, and he did not continue the string, which was very good for the child, enough for him to achieve lying down and winning, gnawing the old man as he wanted, with peace of mind, and a beginning and an end.

Isn't this the dream day?

But now he finds that the world is a little weird.

Who will eat each other when they are in love with me?

Small island nations don't dare to shoot like this.

After returning to his house, Xing Meng asked Xiaoling to move the local county chronicles and family histories from the family library, a thick stack of dozens of volumes.

From afternoon to evening, he kept looking at it, and the surprise in his heart became more and more intense.

"In the eleventh year of the reign of Dasheng Qianyuan, more than 50 people in the whole house of Zhao Yuanwai in Hanjiang City hanged themselves overnight, with aquatic plants in their mouths, and even two crucian carp jumped out of Zhao Yuanwai's mouth."

"In the seventeenth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the widow of Lin in Shijia Village, outside the city, stripped and ran naked around the village hundreds of times, her tendons were broken and her bones were cracked, and she died of detachment.

"In the early years of Dasheng's Kaixuan, a fire broke out in the slums of the outer city, and the water could not be extinguished, burning for three nights, killing and injuring 467 people......

The more Xing Meng looked at it, the more frightened he became, these cases were not extremely cruel, but they were all deeply weird. Continuing to look, he found an institution that appeared many times, the Demon Slayer.

Guarding Dasheng Yening without ghosts, casting Wanmin Tai'an Chengping, is to kill the demon division.

"In the thirty-sixth year of Kaixuan, more than 30 villages and towns in Nanzhou were destroyed, the villages were razed to the ground, women and children cried endlessly, the demon slayer ran for 3,000 miles at night, and the Yin people were on the bank of the Bahe River."

"In the seventh year of Dingtai, 63 boys and girls in Nanzhou suddenly suffered from itching, and they actually picked out their eyeballs, and 37 of them bled to death. The government reported to the Demon Slayer Division, and three days later, the disease stopped. ”

"In the eighth year of Dingtai, the blood knife martial arts hall in Hanjiang County encountered a strange thing, three apprentices cut off the root of life in public, and some apprentices saw a black shadow on the body of the three people, and everyone fought with it, killing and injuring eight people, fortunately driving away the monster."

“……”

Xing Meng looked at it, and his heart was gloomy.

Looking at the county chronicles, basically those who encounter this kind of strange incident are nine deaths, and those who are alive are basically missing arms and legs, and their heads are out of order and they have become living dead.

"It seems that if you don't increase your self-protection strength, you can only wait to be caught in the face of weirdness." Xing Meng pondered.

At least judging from the records of these county chronicles, most of the deaths were women and children scholars who were powerless, or some people who were weak, and there were few very strong warriors.

Especially when I saw the section of the Blood Sword Martial Arts Hall, the people who practiced martial arts could still fight with it, although there were also casualties, but in the end, they drove away the monsters. This shows that martial arts practitioners have strong strength and a certain ability to resist risks in the face of monsters.

"In that case, then practice martial arts." After dinner, Xing Meng planned to tell his father Xing Gui'an about this idea.

……

……

Syllable!

Xing Gui'an slapped the table fiercely, staring at Xing Meng with hatred.

"If you practice martial arts, you will know how to practice martial arts! Your brother went to Nanzhou Mansion five years ago and didn't come back, so he had to practice martial arts, but as a result, did he become famous? Until now, he has not relied on family subsidies, and if he didn't have family support, he wouldn't even be able to afford medicinal food for a month! ”

"I also sent someone to inquire, your brother is now the third leader of a medium-sized gang in Nanzhou Mansion, and he is a thug every day, and he is kept in the dark when he is sold. Just tell me, what's the point of this martial arts practice? ”

"I ......" Xing Meng opened his mouth to explain.

"Shut up!"

Xing Gui'an continued: "Your brother is tall and big, how can he look like you, he is just a scholar, he has already been hollowed out of his body by wine, he can't practice famous, you can do it?" Listen to my father, go to learn the account tomorrow, and take over our business in the future, this is the right way. ”

"Uh......"

"Uh, what's uh, hold me back, don't have this thought, and mention me to beat you again!" Xing Gui'an was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Seeing this, Xing Meng no longer insisted, anyway, he could practice martial arts secretly, and he couldn't be angry with his father because of this, and he wouldn't even have the opportunity to gnaw at the old man in the future.

After Xing Meng left, Xing Gui'an picked up the teacup and moistened his throat, his chest still rising and falling.

"Master, in fact, it is also a good thing that the young master wants to practice martial arts, one is to exercise his body and bones, and the other is to hone his will, as long as he is not addicted to it, it may not be impossible, it is much better than going out to play every day."

Behind Xing Gui'an, Uncle Cheng, who had been in the Xing family for more than 20 years, spoke.

"Lao Cheng, this martial arts practice is not absolutely impossible, but we who are in business can hire martial arts fighters, but if there is a scholar in the family, take the Jinshi exam, rise to the top in the official career, and be able to mix an official and a half-position in the government, it will be harmless to the family." Xing Gui'an breathed a sigh of relief and said with a frown.

"The master has a point!" Uncle Cheng touched his gray beard and nodded in agreement.

"Forget it, it's rare that this kid is a little active, you secretly throw two martial arts books, and then let Lao Zhang in the backyard point and point." Xing Gui'an said.

"Okay, if the young master knew about the master's thoughts, he would definitely be greatly encouraged." Uncle Cheng said with a smile.

"Don't let him know I made you do this, watch out for this stinky boy kicking his nose in the face." Xing Gui'an spit out the tea leaves that he drank into his mouth and commanded.

"Yes, sir." Uncle Cheng nodded, indicating that he understood.

In the room, Xing Meng crossed his legs and complained: "Dad is so rigid, preventing me from cultivating the world's magic skills, hum!" ”

Bang Bang!!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Xing Meng was in a bad mood and shouted: "Come in by yourself, the door is not locked." ”

Uncle Cheng walked in and said with a smile: "Young master, are you angry with the master?" ”

"Uncle Cheng, you're here." Xing Meng hurriedly got up, he was brought up by Uncle Cheng when he was a child, and he played with Uncle Cheng's beard, so painful that Uncle Cheng grinned and didn't say anything, for fear of scaring him.

"Alright, don't sulk, give, see what this is?" Uncle Cheng stretched out his hand and placed it on the table.

"Military Fist, Hammer Technique?" Xing Meng was stunned for a moment, and then rejoiced: "This is martial arts?" ”

"That's right, since you want to practice, let's have a snack and let your father see, you are not a lazy coward who fishes for three days and dries nets for two days." Uncle Cheng said earnestly.

"Understood, Uncle Cheng." Xing Meng nodded solemnly.

"Then I'll go, you take your time."

Uncle Cheng turned around, and before leaving the house, he said again: "By the way, your father won't let me tell you that he asked me to bring you martial arts, nor will he let me tell you that Lao Zhan, the guard in the backyard, can guide you." ”

Xing Meng smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Cheng, I understand." ”

Daddy wants to help himself, but he's embarrassed, hehe, understand.

Men, don't say anything if you see through it.