Security guard of the female president's son-in-law

The next day, Meng Dong went to greet Ji Nuan on purpose, but he ran out early in the morning.

Time is getting more and more urgent, and I can only ask for leave. I have to go to find my master Tan Muyun. In terms of swordsmanship, I still need his advice.

On the way to the car, two black cars followed alternately.

This has been followed a lot by people, and I have followed the experience. When I was thinking about finding a place, I suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer cars on the road that was originally full of traffic.

Until under a viaduct, there were no cars on the road at all, and four cars in front blocked the road horizontally.

As soon as Meng Dong stopped, the back was also blocked.

After getting out of the car, he lit a cigarette and said, "Who are you?"

In the van ahead, a sissy in a red tight suit and high-heeled shoes with heavy makeup came down, and the rest of the people followed behind him, as did the van behind.

The two sides surrounded Meng Dong in the middle.

The sissy lit a lady's cigarette, raised her orchid fingers, and said in a sharp voice: "Meng Dong, you are out of luck, come with us!"

Meng Dong looked at the people around and said with a smile, "Then you guys lead the way!"

"No, no, no! You're thinking wrong, I'm the one who disabled you, and then I'll take you away."

Tilting his orchid fingers, squinting at Meng Dong, he said in a sharp voice, "Take it away!"

A person next to him punched him, Meng Dong stepped on his instep, and then hit him on the neck with a knife.

Grabbing the wrist, he went around behind and broke it directly.

Lying on the ground and struggling constantly, he couldn't cry out the pain even if he wanted to.

"Oh, you are so cruel! Keep going!"

Hearing this sissy voice, Meng Dong also found it funny, and he didn't know how other people got along with him. The key is that you can just put on makeup, and don't wear your pants so tight, okay?
But the people around were a little timid, they had practiced before, and when they saw Meng Dong's move, they knew that this man was not only strong, but also ruthless enough, if he went up again, he might be beaten to death.

The sissy kicked the knee of the person beside her, and it broke immediately, then put one hand on her waist, and pointed around the crowd with the other hand, stomping her foot and saying: "Oh, you are so useless, how about I Just kill them all."

A group of people were so frightened that you looked at me and I looked at you. The last person pulled out a knife from the car and slashed at Meng Dong.

No matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. Maybe let them cut them carelessly, and that would be enough.

Watching a knife fall from the top of his head, Meng Dong dodged sideways, then grabbed his wrist with one hand and broke it again, the knife directly pierced his abdomen.

From the perspective of the other person, Meng Dong pressed the back of the person in front of him and turned in a circle, then slapped the head of the knife with his palm, and the knife flew out of his stomach, stabbed into the other person, and even flew away with that person go out.

Another person slashed at him with a knife. After Meng Dong dodged, he slapped it with one hand, slapped it on the side of the face, and flew out directly.

With a backward kick, he directly kicked the knife in the man's hand, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the one that fell, and slashed across the opponent's head with a knife. After cutting a ghost's head, he kicked it flying.

After a while, the ground suddenly wailed.

Stepping over the person in front of me, looking at the sissy who was touching up her makeup, she said, "Don't waste your makeup, you can apply it after I beat you into a pig's head, the effect will be even better!"

"Humph!"

The man put away the foundation and put it away in the car, his eyes froze for a moment, and he said sharply: "If you dare to disturb my beautiful makeup, you are dead."

Walking a few steps in front of Meng Dong, kicking out, Meng Dong raised his hand to clasp his ankle, then took off his high heels, and threw them backwards.

The other party also unconsciously fell backwards. Meng Dong turned around and took off his high-heeled shoes, which hit his buttocks like nails.

"Ow!"

The sissy snatched the cuff from Meng Dong's hand and followed her, clutching her buttocks, and ran away immediately.

"you you……"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Dong stepped forward and kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

What the hell, anyone can stop him now?Do you know how Lei Ting, the master of Yewang Mingtang, died?
When he came to Tan Muyun's house, Meng Dong practiced his sword skills.

Tan Muyun was quite pleased and said: "Okay, you have practiced sword light in such a short period of time, and you are only one step away from sword intent. It seems that practicing boxing and legs before was a waste of your talent."

Meng Dong smiled awkwardly and said, "Master, you are telling the truth, I am so embarrassed."

Although he said so, no one knew that Meng Dong practiced every day on the snow-capped mountains in order to defeat Shengyin.

Tan Muyun got up, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Actually, this is not necessarily a good thing. You don't know much about swords. If you continue to understand, the sword intent you realize may not be the same as what you want."

"Master, what does this mean?"

Tan Muyun stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Sword intent is divided into human, marquis, and king ranks, and there are also those who are not in the stream. Once it is determined, it cannot be changed for life. The difference in this level is a world of difference. So everyone Be very careful, to prevent your own sword intent from being generated in a single thought."

Then he looked up again, looked at the pine tree and said with emotion: "Since ancient times, how many talents have stopped here because of lack of correct guidance or arrogance of their talents. So, this is what I worry about you. You are so talented. You can learn everything. It will, so it’s not good.”

Meng Dong put down the sword in his hand, stood beside Tan Muyun, looked at the pine tree together, nodded and said: "Master, I understand."

Suddenly, a little sad, the figure of this old man is a little lonely.

Seeing a piece of pine needles fall, Tan Muyun reached out to catch it, and said with a smile, "Xiao Meng, why are you practicing martial arts?"

This question really touched my heart. If there is any reason, learn more if you have something to learn.

After thinking for a while, he took a long breath and said, "Let my wife look at me high, and let me cut off the troubles I had before."

Tan Muyun flipped his hands, and the pine needles fell to the ground, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

Ask again: "What kind of realm do you want to achieve?"

Meng Dong didn't think too much, but if he thought too much, he wouldn't be the answer in his heart. This would affect Tan Muyun's judgment, and he said bluntly: "The world is invincible!"

"Why is the world invincible?"

"I can beat whoever I want, and the other party only gets beaten."

Tan Muyun smiled slightly, this is a good answer, I don't know how strong is strong, only comparison can show it.

"Then what should your sword look like?"

Meng Dong looked at the sword stuck on the ground, what else could it be?Three feet long?
"Master, you know that my disciple doesn't read much, but your question is a bit deep."

Tan Muyun shook her head, "My master asked the same question back then, your answer determines your state of mind, whether you are a knowledgeable or illiterate person, there is no fixed answer, and naturally there is no fixed answer." Scores, only a lifetime of experience can help you."

Saying this is the same as not saying it. If other people say that, Meng Dong will have to pick up a brick and hit him. Isn't it okay to speak human words?
Without thinking too much, he replied directly: "My sword is in my hand! It is also in my heart. I can do whatever I want, and I can calm down the world with one sword and cut off everything."

Tan Muyun was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "Everyone is different, don't practice swords during this time, I suggest you think more, think about yourself, think about this world, think about others."

"The path that has been decided must be followed unswervingly, otherwise the sword heart will be lost, the Tao heart will be flawed, and everyone will be lost in the end!"

Listening to Tan Muyun's seemingly plain but regretful tone, he is really a person full of stories and a sad old man.