Inside the Meng family, this is a quiet courtyard.

Countless flowers and plants are piled together to form a garden-like appearance. Bees and butterflies are fluttering, and countless birds are flying over the campus.

Mengtian shuttled among the flowers, his face was indifferent, but in his heart he was smiling bitterly and shaking his head, thinking to himself: He, a cheap dad, really knows how to enjoy it...

According to the disciple of the family, Meng Buchen usually goes to the study room to study at this time. The study room is located in the northeast corner of the garden.

In the quiet small room, bluestones were paved piece by piece to form a bluestone path. Walking forward along the path, the end of the path is now Mengtian's destination.

Looking at this house, it has a simple style and doors and windows made of sandalwood, and it still exudes a faint fragrance.

It should be here.

Mengtian straightened his clothes and walked forward.

"Crunch..."

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, making a creaking sound. However, the man sitting in the front seat was still reading a copy of "Military Talks" and did not raise his head.

"I said, Lao Chen, you don't have to push me over and over again. I'll go eat in a moment. To be honest, I'm not that hungry."

A helpless voice came from the mouth of the man in brocade robes at the top.

"Da da da……"

Mengtian slowly walked to the desk and looked at the cheap dad in this life.

The middle-aged man wears a golden crown on his head and a luxurious brocade robe attached to his body. On top of the brocade robe, phoenixes fly and dragons soar. In today's imperial era, I am afraid that only the head of the Shenxuanmeng family dares to wear such clothes. After all,

, dragon and phoenix, but they are not allowed to flash among the people at will. They are the symbols of the royal family.

Looking at this middle-aged man, Mengtian found that this man's face was quite upright. The knife of time had left traces of time on the face of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Under the resolute face, the exposed skin showed a healthy wheat color. Although he was wearing a robe, it was difficult to hide the terrifying muscles underneath.

"Um?"

Feeling that no one was talking, Meng Buchen slowly put down the "Military Talks" in his hand and raised his head. However, his eyes met with Mengtian's.

"Oh my god?!"

"rub……"

The middle-aged man stood up from the chair with a groan, his eyes instantly moistened.

Mengtian looked at the old guy's appearance, but secretly shook his head in his heart. People who don't know, seeing you like this, would think that I am unfilial and haven't come back for a long time. Are you excited? What if you are excited?

If so, what were you doing earlier?

Mengtian felt so depressed.

"Tian'er, why are you here? Do you need anything? Tell daddy that I..."

"I didn't come here to talk to you."

Mengtian directly interrupted Meng Buchen.

"Oh my God...then what are you doing here?"

"I suddenly discovered that this family seems to be my home no longer. Maybe I should have gone to the wrong place. In the sky outside, maybe I can still find my real home. So this time,

I came here to tell you that I want to leave here. As for why I tell you, it’s because you are the head of the family. Okay, I’m done, goodbye!”

Mengtian turned around calmly and pushed out the door again. His body gradually disappeared among the flowers, and was submerged in the fragrance of bees and butterflies.

"Tian'er... alas..."

The middle-aged man sighed. Who could know how complicated his mood was at this moment?

Thirteen years ago, when Tian'er's mother died, his original intention was to let Mengtian stay in the family's inner courtyard. That way, even if he failed in martial arts, he could learn how to use pen and ink.

However, regarding this matter, the three elders who lived in the family repeatedly objected. In desperation, Meng Buchen had no choice but to expel Mengtian from the family's inner courtyard, but he did not drive him away to death, but just sent him to the outer courtyard to avoid

He suffered from being relegated to the streets.

In fact, Meng Buchen still loved his son deeply in his heart. After all, this was the only memory he had with her.

"Master, something bad has happened..."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the housekeeper running in hastily, Meng Buchen frowned slightly, "What happened again?"

"Meng, young master Meng Qian...he was crippled!"

"What?!"

Meng Buchen, who had just sat down, stood up again. Who in this Celestial City has the courage to challenge the majesty of the Meng family in this way?

"Who did it?"

"I, you might not believe it if I tell you..."

"explain!"

The butler's face twitched, and he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"It's Young Master Mengtian..."

"What?!"

Meng Buchen's angry expression froze. This news was really shocking. Meng Qian was also a fifth-level warrior after all. How could Meng Tian, ​​a person who couldn't practice, cripple him? This was also true.

Isn’t it a bit incredible?

"I didn't believe it at first, but those boys kept saying that it was Mengtian who did it, and some of them were even so scared that they became incontinent..."

Meng Buchen's sharp eyes penetrated the wall directly, as if he wanted to see through Mengtian's leaving figure, but he saw nothing.

Tian'er, was it really you who did it...

Not only was Meng Buchen not angry, but there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Okay, I know about this. I will go to those old guys to explain it clearly. You can go down first..."

"yes……"

Meng Buchen waved his hand and retreated from the housekeeper.

"What a headache...those stubborn old guys, ugh..."

Meng Buchen put his hand on his forehead and sighed helplessly. However, Meng Buchen was still a little surprised that Meng Tian could defeat Meng Qian.

After all, the Montaigne family is recognized as a waste, so what's going on with Meng Qian's opponent? Could it be... Thinking of this, Meng Buchen shook his head. If that's the case, it would be great.

…

In the small courtyard, smoke lingered, but Mu Shan was cooking.

"Master, you are back..."

"Um."

Mengtian nodded, then sat on the recliner in the small courtyard, closed his eyes quietly, and thought about his future plans.

The first thing to do is to restore the strength of the previous life. This is understandable. After all, only with strength can you gain the respect of others. This is what Mengtian thinks. Although Mengtian now also has the ability of a third-level spirit person and

The strength of a third-level warrior, but this is far from enough.

You know, in this continent, third- and fourth-level spiritual beings are everywhere. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are as many third- and fourth-level spiritual beings as dogs. Only with stronger strength can Mengtian be able to do what he wants to do.

matter.

Of course, that doesn't mean that it can't be done now, but Mengtian doesn't have the strength yet.

After that, Mengtian hadn't decided what to do yet. In short, let's take it one step at a time.

"Mu Shan, pack your things, let's leave here."

"oh……"

Mu Shan readily agreed, but his body suddenly froze.

"Master, what did you say?"

"Let's get out of here..."

Mengtian looked at Mu Shan's obviously nostalgic eyes, but shook his head slightly. Although it was comfortable here, it was not a place to stay for a long time.

"I, will we come back?"

Mengtian was startled, then smiled and nodded: "I will definitely come back." However, there was one thing that Mengtian didn't say in his heart, that is: maybe he will come back...

"good!"

Mu Shan nodded, and then ran into the house to pack things. In fact, they had nothing to pack, just some clothes and gold coins.

According to the memory of Mengtian in this life, Mengtian slowly stood up and walked to the small tree in the courtyard. He reached out and opened the wet soil under the small tree. Suddenly, a black iron box was exposed to the sky.

This is Mengtian's savings over the past few years. Although it is only a few thousand gold coins, it has been accumulated by him for thirteen years. It is enough for ordinary people to live comfortably for seven or eight years.

"Master..."

Mushan quickly packed up his things and walked out.

Seeing the deep reluctance in the silly big man's eyes, Mengtian sighed in his heart and reached out to pat Mu Shan on the shoulder.

"Good brother, don't worry. I won't let you suffer in the outside world!"

"Well! Thank you, Master..."

Mu Shan nodded heavily, and then Mengtian turned around resolutely and left the small courtyard where he had lived for a long time, leaving this indifferent family.

Behind him, Mu Shan glanced at him with nostalgia and then chased after him.

At this step, don’t look back, don’t look back!

[To be continued]
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