Martial Godly Emperor

0Meng Yu and Qin Rou were living in this courtyard. In a flash, half a month had already passed, and their injuries had pretty much healed.    

    

This courtyard wasn't too big, and there were several rooms with mottled walls. It seemed like it had been here for quite some time.    

    

The owner of the courtyard was an old man. He was old and it was said that he had a man and a woman. However, his wife had passed away.    

    

The old man's name was Zhang Lun, and his Cultivation Level was very low. This courtyard was a house left behind by his ancestors, so this person was quite shrewd. Seeing Meng Yu take out so many Low-grade Elemental Stone s, he thought that this man and woman were planning to use some sort of new trick in his room, but seeing that they both rented a room, although he was surprised, he did not ask any further.    

    

Meng Yu and Qin Rou were cultivating in their respective rooms, and when the injuries on their bodies had mostly healed, he walked out of the room.    

    

As he was basking in the sunlight in the courtyard, Meng Yu was preparing to say goodbye to Qin Rou in two days and go find him.    

    

Even though he didn't know how to find Bai Jiangxue. But they had to leave.    

    

"Daddy, Daddy, Little Sang is back."    

    

A young and melodious voice was heard from outside, followed by a young girl dressed in pink who skipped in.    

    

"Huh?"    

    

The young girl looked to be about fifteen to sixteen years old. Upon seeing the stranger sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard, she was taken aback. She hurriedly stopped and retreated a little.    

    

"Did I go to the wrong place again?"    

    

The young girl mumbled adorably and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I thought this was my home."    

    

After saying so, she seemed to be able to recognize that this was her home from the familiar scenery. She hurriedly said, "No, this is my home. I didn't go to the wrong place."    

    

After she reacted, she looked at Meng Yu with some vigilance. The boy opposite her had a bright smile on his face, like a big brother.    

    

"With such a sinister smile, this person can't be here to steal something, right?"    

    

Thinking of this, she asked, "Hey, who are you? Why are you sitting in my courtyard?"    

    

Meng Yu was smiling, but a stormy feeling surfaced in his heart.    

    

Because of this cute girl, her appearance was too similar to his own mother, Ning Hanyan.    

    

The Shen Mengqi he had met before, Zhao Meifeng and Ning Hanyan both had some imaginations. Although there were countless people in this world, and there should be some that looked similar, but he did not understand why he would meet so many people who looked similar to his mother.    

    

"Your father is called Zhang Lun, right? A Female Cultivator and I rented your residences and stayed here. "    

    

Meng Yu did not want to lie to her and said.    

    

"Oh." The girl's eyes sparkled. "I have to see my father before I can believe that you're not lying."    

    

Although the young girl hadn't experienced much, she knew that it was reasonable not to talk to strangers.    

    

Meng Yu nodded, "I don't know where your father went, go look for him yourself."    

    

"Little Sang will go find him."    

    

As the girl spoke, she took up the Message-transfering Magic Artifact in her hands and sent a message to her father.    

    

After a while, she smiled and said, "So you were living here with an older sister. My father said that he wanted me to treat you guys well, and he said that you guys weren't bad people."    

    

She, who was a little happy, tilted her head and thought for a moment. Then, taking out some dim sum from her storage ring, she walked in front of Meng Yu and said, "Do you want to eat it?"    

    

"Sure."    

    

Meng Yu did not refuse, and took the food from her tender hands to eat.    

    

At dusk, Zhang Lun returned with a very handsome youth. The young man was Zhang Sang's elder brother, Zhang Mu. Compared to his lively younger sister, Zhang Mu was a little shy.    

    

In the next two days, this pair of siblings would sometimes practice in the courtyard. When Meng Yu saw them, he could not help but mention a few words.    

    

"Big brother, you're so amazing!"    

    

The young girl Zhang Sang's eyes were filled with worship.    

    

Zhang Shu also nodded his head. The things that this person said could always get to the crux of the matter, so they immediately understood.    

    

Meng Yu sighed in his heart, he didn't know when he would be able to find his mother.    

    

From the small talk he had with them, Meng Yu was somewhat shocked, because they didn't know that there were countless worlds outside. Above them, there were dimensional realms, dimensional realms, and even Misty Mountain.    

    

They even believed that their own minor world was the center of the vast starry sky.    

    

"Perhaps for the countless number of people who live within Xiaoqian World, their lives are just ordinary. They don't know what kind of people lives outside and to what extent those experts are powerful, but they can live as freely as they want."    

    

He sighed.    

    

Sometimes, sitting in the well and observing the sky wasn't necessarily a bad thing.    

    

Not long after, Qin Rou came out of seclusion, and when Zhang Sang and Zhang Mu saw such a beautiful woman, they secretly liked her, but she was about to leave, and they only spent the whole morning with Qin Rou.    

    

"Where are you going?"    

    

"I want to return to Misty Mountain."    

    

In the courtyard, Meng Yu said to Yun Che as he looked at the sky.    

    

He said the direction he wanted to go was to not go with her.    

    

Now that he wanted to look for Bai Jiangxue, Qin Rou should have her own plans.    

    

Before Qin Rou could say anything, a clamor sounded out from outside.    

    

"Old man Zhang, come out."    

    

A thick voice shouted as it kicked open the door.    

    

Hearing that voice, Zhang Lun walked out somewhat anxiously.    

    

"Haha, so it turns out that Young Sect Master Mao is here today! Zhang Lun was not able to welcome him from afar, please forgive me. "    

    

"The fact that the Young Sect Master has come to the Zhang Residence brings light to our humble dwelling!"    

    

Zhang Lun bent his waist and smiled humbly.    

    

More than a dozen people came in. The leader was a young man in his twenties.    

    

He looked around and asked loudly, "Where is Zhang Sang?"    

    

"Sang, she's in the back room."    

    

Zhang Lun laughed.    

    

"Call her out!"    

    

Hearing that, Zhang Lun could only call Zhang Sang out.    

    

Seeing the person, Zhang Sang's small face turned pale white.    

    

"Zhang Sang, Sect Master issued an order, you didn't tell your father?"    

    

the young man asked.    

    

"An order from the Sect Master? But I don't want to. "    

    

Zhang Sang pouted and shook his head.    

    

"Since you are a disciple of my sect, you must abide by my sect's rules, and don't even listen to Sect Master's orders. You, what crime are you going to face?"    

    

That person took a step forward and questioned aggressively.    

    

What is it?    

    

Zhang Lun, Meng Yu and the others frowned.    

    

At this time, Zhang Shu walked out and said softly, "Sect Master wanted Little Sang to marry Young Sect Master as her eighth wife. She refused, and Young Sect Master caught up to her here."    

    

Eighth Madam?    

    

Zhang Lun frowned, the wrinkles on his face became even deeper.    

    

"Little Sang, is this true?"    

    

"Daddy, it's true, but your daughter is still young and doesn't want to marry at all. What's more, do you want me to become the eighth wife?"    

    

The young girl explained arrogantly, her face filled with deep disdain.    

    

"Oh wow, she even thinks of herself as a person?"    

    

"It is your fortune that the Young Sect Master has set his eyes on you, Madam Eighth."    

    

Some of the guards who followed the young man shouted in a low voice.