Chapter 699: Magic Horse King (two more) (1/2)

Chapter 699 Magical Horse King (two more)

At that time, it rained a little in Shengdu.

Mr. Meng took the rebels to a pavilion in the National Teacher’s Hall to take shelter from the rain. It was near the gate. If Gu Jiao came out, she would be able to see them at a glance.

The disciples from the Palace of the National Masters offered refreshments.

Mr. Meng sits quietly and sips tea.

Feng Yuehua didn't have this honor. He had just gotten into a catastrophe, and he was standing beside Meng Lao now, like a big quail doing something wrong.

That is to say, Gu Jiao didn't treat the old man as a chess sage, and the rest of the people, especially the chess house, all touched the old man's mold.

The old man has a bad temper, irritable, picky and unreasonable, and often sweeps out his apprentice. Feng Yuehua is not the first to worship Elder Meng as his teacher, but he is the only one left.

That’s why I became a big disciple.

The reason why Meng Lao is so emboldened is that he is a guest of the Palace of the National Masters, second is that he is well appreciated by the monarchs, and third is that he is indifferent to fame and fortune, not caring about things outside his body, nor greedy for life or death.

Live a day to earn a day, and it’s fine if you don’t live.

No weakness, no ambition, naturally fearless.

Mr. Meng had just finished drinking a cup of tea, Feng Yuehua hurriedly filled him with a smile, and said with a smile: ”Teacher, where are you going these days? I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't find any news from you. Your driver also returned. I can’t even find him in the country.”

Mr. Meng gave the coachman a vacation, in order not to disturb him after the group of guys from the chess house asked where he lived.

Mr. Meng snorted.

He still doesn't want to talk to this perverse guy at this moment.

What vision? Are you messing up with the kind of wrong-hearted people?

Don’t say anything about his age, he shouldn’t care about filming with a little girl.

Is this something to care about? The bullying hit his apprentice, and he was kind to his disciples.

Yes, from today, Wawa is his apprentice.

He doesn't allow her to lie.

Feng Yuehua asked quietly: ”Teacher, what's the matter with that little brother? Where did you meet the little brother? Have you been with the little brother all these days? Mu Ruxin said that he is a descendant, he Which country is it from? Is it Zhao country?”

Mr. Meng is from the country of Zhao, Feng Yuehua takes it for granted that if he accepts a disciple, he will try his best to take care of the people of Zhao country.

Mr. Meng coldly snorted: ”If you have time to inquire about this, don't have the time to wipe your eyes?”

Feng Yuehua whispered: ”Teacher, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't send the post of our chess club to Mu Ruxin.”

Mr. Meng's expression on his face wished to kill him.

Feng Yuehua's neck shrank: ”I shouldn't have sent her to the Palace of the National Teachers personally either.”

Mr. Meng still wished he could not be killed.

Feng Yuehua was sweating coldly, but where is it right?

You squeak!

Feng Yuehua wiped her cold sweat and said, ”I, I, I shouldn't have friendship with her!”

Mr. Meng continued to drink tea.

Fengyuehua breathed a sigh of relief.

Niang, uh, I finally got it right.

Feng Yuehua looked inside the National Teacher’s Hall, and asked curiously: ”Little Junior Brother, what is the matter with the National Teacher, why haven’t they come out?”

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Gu Jiao came from the other side of the road, accompanied by Yu He.

Mr. Meng got up and got out of the pavilion, Feng Yuehua hurried to follow up, and reached out to help him when he went down the steps: ”Teacher, slow down!”

The four met on the right path at the gate of the National Teacher Hall.

Yu He bowed his hand and bowed: ”Meng Lao.”

Mr. Meng nodded slightly and looked at Gu Jiao beside Yu He and said, ”How is it?”

Gu Jiao said, ”It went well.”

Mr. Meng's brows moved, and his eyes were incomparable: ”How long will it be—”

Gu Jiao said: ”As long as Ayan's physical condition allows, it can be done at any time.”

Feng Yuehua is at a loss, what are the riddles the teacher and the younger brother are playing? Why can't he understand a word?

Mr. Meng stroked his beard: ”Okay, very good. It's a worthwhile trip, let's go back.”

”Teacher, are you going back to the chess house or—whoop—” Feng Yuehua was halfway through, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his right foot, and he bit his finger.

Old Mr. Meng withdrew his foot nonchalantly, waving his old arm, taking old broken steps, and running forward without any image: ”Oh, I promised Yan'er to play chess with him today! Hurry back! Hurry back!”

Feng Yuehua: ”...”

Gu Jiao: ”...”

Mr. Meng took out a posture of a treasured sword, and quickly came to the alley on the right side of the National Teacher’s Hall, where the carriage stopped.

But when Mr. Meng came there, he found a serious problem-the horse king was gone!

The horse king's rein was originally tied to the pillar, but now only the rope is seen.

Mr. Meng was stunned in place as if struck by lightning: ”This is the site of the National Teacher's Palace. Who is so bold and stole the horse tied here! Did any of you see it?”