Meng Zhao asked his servant to send the invitation, opened it and looked at it, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Xuanxin Temple, Fu Qingtong, what did he ask me to meet?"

Meng Zhao has not been in Lingwu City for too long, but he is familiar with people from all walks of life in the city.

This rich young boy is one of the twenty-seven families and a rich child. He has been worshipped by Xuanxin Temple since he was a child. He is the direct disciple of the old Taoist Fuyang and is barely considered a descendant of the famous family.

When Meng Zhao went to Xuanxin Temple to visit the old Taoist Fuyang, this rich young boy was also a young man of twenty-five or sixty.

He has excellent qualifications, profound internal cultivation, and has a great charm of Taoism. He is expected to be innate in the future.

However, due to identity issues, the two did not interact. They could only say that they had met and knew their names.

Looking at the appointment place, it is not far from Mengjiazhuang, about seven miles away. A place called Fangcao Pavilion should be a wilderness pavilion, which is really not a good place to meet.

Meng Zhao was a cautious person. Recently, he offended too many people and had too many things on him, for fear of being plotted against him.

I didn't want to pay attention to it, after all, he had no interaction with Fu Qingtong, and at most he had some connection with his master.

However, after careful consideration and consideration, he decided to go to the appointment.

However, I will bring more people to ensure my safety so as not to be plotted against.

Seeing this, Meng Rong was very curious.

"Fourth brother, are you going out to meet friends? Can you bring me with me? I will be very obedient."

Meng Chuan also looked at Meng Zhao with a gaze. He was not interested in the disciples of Xuanxin Temple, but he wanted to understand the martial arts of Xuanxin Temple.

After all, it is a unique skill inherited from Zhenwu Temple, one of the thirteen schools, and it has its own unique features.

Meng Zhao shook his head directly. It was not clear what the Fu Qingtong was looking for him. He only said that there were important matters to discuss.

Meng Zhao took people there, and he had no worries about whether he left or stayed. If he brought them with him, he would definitely be hindered.

After looking at the time, it was already very close to the time of the agreement. Meng Zhao thought about it and informed Cang Shuyun, Taoist Zhaihua, and Xue Huayong to follow him, and there were dozens of well-trained Suzaku Divine Guards.

Unless you encounter the terrifying old man who rescued Meng Rong, your safety should be guaranteed.

Fangcao Pavilion is an octagonal pavilion built on the ancient cross road of the wilderness. The blue stone body is dark and the brown logs are covered with mottled cracks. It is the accumulation of time and the erosion of wind and rain.

A plaque is placed on the pavilion directly opposite the north, with a poem on it. It is said that it was written by a great scholar in the late Ming Dynasty. It is unknown whether it is true or not. However, because of this rumor, many people regard this place as a farewell place, also called the farewell pavilion.

When Meng Zhao and others drove their horses to the edge of the Fongcao Pavilion, they found that the well-connected ancient road had been blocked by a group of gray-clothed bladed warriors. The group was well-trained, but lacked murderous aura. They should be a family or force that was purely trained.

After Meng Zhao got off the horse, someone came forward to receive the reception. He reported to his house with a comprehensive courtesy. He was the butler of the Fu Mansion and led Meng Zhao and his group to the beauties pavilion.

There was only one person sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, wearing a green scarf, floating sleeves, eyebrows like swords, round eyes like stars, and a high nose bridge with a bit of high spirits. It was not as good as Meng Zhaoqingjun, but it also had a unique charm.

It is the direct disciple of Fuyang Lao Dao who once met Meng Zhao, and the rich and rich young boy.

When he saw Meng Zhao coming, he quickly got up, strode to Meng Zhao, held his fists and said with a smile,

"Qingtong has met Mr. Meng.

I parted in Xuanxin Temple last time, and it has been a while since I saw you today. I am so beautiful that my young master is better than the past. It really makes people yearn for you!"

Meng Zhao didn't know where his purpose was for the time being, and even doubted whether he would be the black hand behind Tie Xiongfei, but he replied humbly,

"What does the rich young master say? I am just a rolling person in the world. How can I compare to the rich young master reciting Huang Ting and freely in the world. This leisurely and leisurely mind of practicing Taoism is the envy of others."

The two of them flattered each other, looked at each other and walked into the Fangcao Pavilion and sat opposite each other.

The other two masters who followed stood outside the pavilion, leaving enough private communication space for the master.

After sitting down, Meng Zhao didn't argue with him and asked directly,

"I wonder what happened to the rich young master invited me to come today?"

"One is for the sake of my own thoughts, and the other is for the entrusted person to come to see Mr. Meng."

Meng Zhao was surprised, then smiled warmly, with a calm temperament. Compared with the strong and domineering style in the past, he seemed to be indifferent to fame and fortune, playing with the jade master in the world.

"Meng listened with utmost care and didn't know what selfish thoughts were. What's the matter if he was entrusted by someone?"

But in his heart, he ruled out the possibility that he instructed Tiexiongfei to poison him.

Fu Qingtong's expression maintained a smile, but in her eyes, she showed a hint of majesty and a three-point fanaticism.

"I have been worshipping under Xuanxin Temple since I was a child. I followed my master to visit the ancestor in Zhenwu Temple. I have learned the unique skills of the military gang. I realized that the fire power I have cultivated is fierce and unparalleled. With the same cultivation level, few people can match it.

However, the master once commented that the Meng family's unique skill, Red Flag Order, is the supreme among fire, and its domineering momentum is still above the hands of the melting army.

When someone is not talented, he saw Mr. Meng from Xuanxin Temple, he was interested in asking for advice, or he could compare and refer to it, and each had its own understanding."

Meng Zhao sighed in his heart. Another person came to ask for advice because of the famous Red Flag Order.

I have to say that the Meng family's unique skills are not very famous. The so-called peers are enemies. Whether it is the Xuanhuo True Sutra or the Molten Military Soldier, they are all the most advanced Yanghuo skills in the world. How could they not want to compete with the Red Flag Order, who is known as the supreme fire?

Meng Zhao pondered for a moment, shook his head,

"Meng shouldn't have refused as asked by Brother Fu, but there is something that I have to say.

I have had an adventure below, and my foundation has been changed. What I learned is no longer the family Red Flag Order. Brother Fu is afraid he will be disappointed."

After saying that, Meng Zhao placed his right hand on the stone table, with his palm facing the sky, and between his five fingers, five lifelike red dragon-shaped energy winding out, coiled together, and a wave of strong wind swept out.

Its true qi nature is indeed as hot as slurry, but its fundamental divine intention has become a real dragon.

Anyone who has reached the highest level of martial arts cultivation will not be difficult to see that what he said is true.

Fu Qingtong was stunned when he saw it, his eyes shining brightly. After a long time, he felt a lot of emotion.

"Young Master Meng is really a good source of blessing. He has such an opportunity to practice magical skills. He is the Meng Lang."

He was almost sure that the martial arts that Meng Zhao transferred to practice was mysterious and powerful, which was absolutely even better than the Red Flag Order. Otherwise, why should I transfer to practice?

Especially the huge pressure that it brought to him was even more difficult to tell.

Meng Zhao shook his head and comforted him,

"It's not entirely true. Not long after my second brother came to Lingwu City, he was a talented person, and his family-born Red Flag Order magical skill, and his cultivation was also suitable.
Chapter completed!