Tiger Roars in China

Several girls laughed wantonly and shouted, "Young Master, we all like you—"

Li Meng ran faster.

What kind of family education does this master have? These girls, one by one, have no shame at all?

Li Meng felt that he was a complete failure as the young master of the sect!

"Young Master, the carriage is ready. When are we leaving?"

When Long saw Li Meng was still running, he quickly reminded him.

"Prepare the carriage? Where are we going?"

Li Meng was a little confused. Didn't they say that several elders from Haotian Sect were coming to visit?

What does it mean that you don't go to receive the elders, but instead prepare the carriage to run out?

Long Yi glanced at Li Meng and said, "Young Sect Master, have you forgotten that the Deputy Sect Master Linghu Changfeng asked you to meet him this morning?"

Li Meng slapped his forehead. This was indeed the case and he had really forgotten about it.

Li Meng glanced at Long Yi and suddenly asked, "Long Yi, yesterday, I brought back a few assassins from Cuihonglou. Where are they imprisoned?"

Long Yi was so angry, thinking, you are really a young master, you only remembered such a big thing now.

"My wife handles all the household affairs. I don't know about this."

When it comes to matters involving women, even if it is clear, Long Yi will not say that he knows.

Since the other party didn't know, Li Meng didn't ask any more questions.

As he was walking, he saw the sisters Bai Mei and Bai Jie, standing there fully armed, waiting for Li Meng.

Li Meng looked at Bai Mei and Bai Jie, then at Ling Hua and Shui Yue, then turned back to ask Long Yi, "Long Yi, are you sure we are going to Haotian Gate instead of going on a picnic?"

"Young Master, you can just say what you want to say. I don't understand."

Long Yi answered very firmly.

"We went to Haotian Sect to meet the deputy sect leader. Why did we bring them along?"

Li Meng originally wanted to point to Bai Mei, Bai Jie and others, but when she thought about how she had been distancing herself from them during this period of time, she suddenly lost her confidence.

"Bringing them along is consistent with the Young Sect Master's usual style."

As they were talking, they had already left Crouching Tiger Villa.

There were indeed quite a few carriages parked outside the door, and there were even soldiers in full armor.

"What happened?"

Li Meng asked casually.

"Madam will handle the affairs of the mansion, and the young master should shoulder the responsibilities of the young master.

Now, the sect master was in seclusion for cultivation. The great elder was out on business. All the major and minor matters of Haotian Sect were all on the shoulders of the deputy sect master Linghu Changfeng.

As the successor to the Sect Master, the Young Sect Master must take the initiative to share the burden with the Deputy Sect Master. . . . "

Even after getting into the carriage, Long Yi was still nagging.

"Long Yi, are you done yet? Just tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Li Meng also felt that Long Yi was talking a lot today.

“In a moment, no matter what the deputy sect leader asks you to do, don’t shirk your responsibility.

Now is your best chance to get promoted."

Long Yi said to Li Meng very seriously.

Li Meng glanced at Long Yi and asked, "Did the Madam ask you to say this, or did the old lady ask you to say this?"

Li Meng didn't believe that Long Yi was just a captain of the guards and could make decisions for her?

"Madam, that's what Madam meant."

"I understand."

Li Meng certainly understood. Long Yi put the old lady in front, and Li Meng certainly knew who meant it.

The gate of Haotian Gate is very majestic, with six stone pillars supporting the sky and stone-carved auspicious clouds swirling on top.

In the middle of the auspicious clouds, three huge bold characters "Haotian Gate" are very conspicuous.

Entering the Haotian Gate, you will see an extremely wide square, neatly paved with bluestone slabs, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

At the end of the square, rows of houses extend towards the top of the mountain.

Carriages were not allowed to enter the square, so they got off the carriage outside the gate.

In the square, countless disciples of Haotian Sect were practicing sword fighting in a line. They were neat and orderly, majestic and beautiful.

Li Meng and his group walked through the square, attracting many people's attention.

The building facing the square is the meeting hall of Haotian Sect. Linghu Changfeng is not here. Some elders and generals of Haotian Sect are here to handle matters.

A disciple of Haotian Sect brought them to Linghu Changfeng's study.

Long Yi and four girls, Ling Hua, Shui Yue, Bai Mei and Bai Jie, were waiting outside, and Li Meng walked in alone.

Linghu Changfeng, a short man, was wearing a loose white robe, with his hair loose, and holding a paintbrush in his hand, painting.

Is this the busy deputy sect leader Linghu Changfeng mentioned by Long Yi?

Looking at how leisurely and relaxed he is, how could he be busy?

"Li Meng, find a place to sit down. I'll finish a few strokes. Please wait for me."

Linghu Changfeng spoke casually to Li Meng, but his eyes were fixed on the drawing paper, without even looking at Li Meng.

Li Meng leaned over to take a few looks. What Linghu Changfeng was painting was a splash-ink landscape painting with crisscrossing ravines and overlapping peaks, which looked very imposing.

"Li Meng, can you draw?"

Linghu Changfeng suddenly asked.

"will not."

Although Li Meng is fond of landscapes and loves traveling, she knows nothing about painting.

"Practice is a long and boring process. Not only do you have to endure long periods of loneliness, but you also have to hone your will day after day.

In order to relieve your loneliness and depression, it is best for you to have some hobbies, such as painting, playing chess, etc.

When you are in a bad mood, you can draw a picture of a prairie fire to vent your mood.

When you have something on your mind and are hesitant, you can draw a picture of a rushing river to vent your frustration. . . . "

Linghu Changfeng was like a scholar, introducing his own experiences to his students.

He was like the retired old man next door, so casual, laid back, and talkative.

No matter from which perspective, Linghu Changfeng doesn't look like a great swordsman.

There is no trace of sharpness in him.

Unlike Linghu Jinglei, he is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Linghu Changfeng finished the last few strokes, put down his brush, rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and put the painting away.

“Li Meng, the way of heaven is reflected in all aspects. If one way doesn’t work, you can try another way.

You can’t understand the way of heaven by practicing sword, but you can write, play chess, or go out for a walk and enjoy the mountains and rivers.

One day, you will find that the Way of Heaven exists everywhere around us."

Although Linghu Changfeng's words seemed like casual chatting, they reflected the laws of the operation of heaven everywhere, which benefited Li Meng a lot.

Suddenly, Li Meng's eyes widened, he looked at Linghu Changfeng, and asked, "Second Uncle Linghu, have you entered the Holy Land and become a Sword Saint?"

Linghu Changfeng put his wide robe sleeves behind him, smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, although I have touched the threshold of the Holy Land, I still lack that last step, just a little bit."

"But you, little fellow, have found another way and stepped into the threshold of a seventh-level martial artist. It's really not easy!

It's just that you haven't comprehended the Way of Heaven yet, so you can't become a true seventh-level martial artist, which is such a pity."

Linghu Changfeng's words surprised Li Meng.

"Uncle Linghu, how did you figure that out?"

Li Meng thought she had covered it up perfectly, but she didn't expect that Linghu Changfeng saw through her at a glance.