The children of the Meng family who rushed in all ran and shouted loudly, excited. Suddenly, it attracted a large number of clan members from the ancestral house, and they all listened in amazement. What? Did you hear me right? Meng Chuan has come up with a secret technique?
"Stop me," a member of the tribe grabbed the fast running young man and said repeatedly, "Tell me clearly, what's going on?"
"Uncle, it's Brother Meng Chuan." The young man was only thirteen years old and now he exclaimed joyfully, "Today is the day for the final selection of the spot at my Jinghu Taoist Academy. Brother Meng Chuan went to the arena to compete and demonstrated the secret technique of the leaf blade 'Three Autumn Leaves'. Even the dean and the teacher were very excited."
"The Three Autumn Leaves Secret Technique of the Fallen Leaf Saber?" The strong man of this tribe's eyes widened wide. "Meng Chuan is only fifteen years old this year, and he realized the secret technique at the age of fifteen?"
I saw the entire ancestral home, where ethnic people gathered around the young men asking questions, all excited and noisy.
A bald and skinny old man squinted his eyes as he listened, listening to the young men chattering and his eyes lit up. He couldn't help but murmur, "God bless me, God bless my Meng family."
"Three elders, it's a great joyous occasion. Meng Chuan has come to understand his secret skills," said a member of his clan.
"Got it!" The bald and skinny old man still had a cold face and turned his head before leaving.
He is the strictest among the elders of the Meng family, but the bald and thin old man who turned his head and left has a slightly upturned mouth.
The ancestral home of the Meng family occupies a large area, after all, there are over two thousand people living there.
At one of the martial arts training grounds in the ancestral home.
A group of teenagers were practicing weapons such as swords, axes, and guns, while chubby Meng Dajiang sat on the side watching.
"Hmm, why is it so noisy outside?" Meng Dajiang frowned slightly, and then a noisy voice approached towards him. With the strength of his invincible realm, he could also hear words such as' Meng Chuan 'and' Understanding Secret Techniques' in the noisy voice.
Meng Dajiang was full of excitement.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him in the middle of winter, and he even felt a little dizzy.
"Did I hear you wrong?" Meng Dajiang felt a little uneasy, but couldn't help but stand up and walked towards the entrance of the martial arts training ground.
"Dajiang, Dajiang." A refined old man and a group of people came over together. The refined old man's face turned red with excitement and joy.
"Uncle Wu." Meng Dajiang continued to greet him, "What's wrong?"
"Great joy, great joy." The elegant old man was very excited.
"Oh?" Meng Dajiang was both excited and nervous, although he had some guesses, he still wanted to fully understand.
The refined old man said repeatedly, "Some of the younger generations in the Jinghu Taoist Academy have returned to report that your son Meng Chuan used the secret technique of Three Autumn Leaves during the selection of spots in the academy. That was witnessed by the dean, teachings, and thousands of disciples with his own eyes. It will never be false. Hahaha... God bless my Meng family, bless my Meng family."
"Chuan'er has performed the secret technique of 'Three Autumn Leaves'?" Meng Dajiang felt a fever in his head and a burning sensation in his heart.
That's his son!
"Dajiang, your son is amazing."
"My Meng family is going to be even more prosperous, I'm afraid we need a pair of gods and demons," these tribe members exclaimed excitedly. Except for the clan leader and elders, ordinary people do not know about Meng Xiangu's serious injury.
"Two elders, fairy let you go." A clan member came to deliver the order.
"We'll come now."
Meng Dajiang and the elegant old man all went over, but at this moment, Meng Dajiang felt like he was floating when walking.
Meng Xiangu and the clan leader Meng Yanping were originally playing chess, but now they have stopped. Eight elders gathered in the courtyard, all of whom were extremely excited. There was also an elder who was not at the ancestral home and did not know the good news of the day.
"That group of kids are all running very fast," the bald and skinny old man was quite excited. "They are all talking about Meng Chuan's secret technique of Three Autumn Leaves."
"Alright now, I realized the secret technique at the age of fifteen... This talent is no less than that of Mei Yuanzhi."
"Dajiang, you have given birth to a good son."
"Dajiang has the merit of teaching."
The elders of this family are all excited and talking. Meng Dajiang chuckled foolishly, feeling that this was the happiest day he had ever had in recent years.
"Knowing this news, I just closed my eyes to death."
"God bless my Meng family."
The elders have always been afraid that the family will decline. Although they are not far from the end of their lifespan, they still hope that the family can prosper.
The family prospers, and their brothers, descendants, and granddaughters can live well. Over the long years, they have long been integrated with their family.
"Look at you all," Meng Xiangu smiled as she sat there. "Meng Chuan, this child, was able to understand the secret technique, which is indeed a happy thing, but you are still too happy too early."
The elders were taken aback.
Meng Xiangu said, "Meng Chuan has only taken the first step now, and he is still far from becoming a god and demon. He still needs to master the sword technique, condense the pill, and the final life and death barrier! These are three big thresholds... Don't hold him too high now, let him forget everything. What he needs to do is to practice more seriously. It's best to master the sword technique before the age of twenty. That way, he still has three hopes of entering Yuanchu Mountain. If he can enter Yuanchu Mountain, he will definitely become a god and demon."
"Yuanchu Mountain!" Clan leader Meng Yanping and the elders' eyes lit up.
That is the oldest place of cultivation in the whole world.
Mysterious and powerful.
In the past century, there has only been one ancestor of the Zhang family in Dongning Prefecture, who has successfully entered Yuanchu Mountain. The Zhang family has also become the leader of the five major divine and demon families in Dongning Prefecture.
"If I can't enter Yuanchu Mountain, then Meng Chuan's path of cultivation will be difficult." Meng Xiangu said, "At the age of sixteen, I realized my secret skills, and at twenty-two, I realized my power. If I can't enter Yuanchu Mountain, I can only be considered an outer disciple of Yuanchu Mountain. After going through nine lives, I was lucky enough to become a god and demon. When I was in the same team as my team, our talents were comparable to mine, but I was the only one who became a god and demon, and the rest died."
"Meng Chuan not only has the three major thresholds of sword posture, condensed pill, and life and death. He must also realize the other threshold of cultivation speed of sword posture before the age of twenty," Meng Xiangu said solemnly.
The elders present also calmed down.
It's really difficult to become a god or a demon.
Meng Chuan now, to put it bluntly, is just a promising seedling of gods and demons. Let the family see hope.
"Dajiang," Meng Xiangu instructed, "go to Jinghu Taoist Academy to pick up Meng Chuan and prepare well for the Yuyang Palace Demon Slaying Ceremony. After the Demon Slaying Ceremony, Meng Chuan should also calm down and bring him to see me."
"Yes," Meng Dajiang said respectfully.
"You should all step down, too," Meng Xiangu instructed. "Remember, don't praise Meng Chuan too much and make him arrogant, it will ruin him."
"Yes," the elders responded solemnly in unison.
Who dares to destroy Meng Chuan? He is the mortal enemy of the entire Meng family!
Quickly, the elders had all left, and there were only Meng Xiangu and the clan chief siblings left in the courtyard.
"Third sister, you're almost scaring them." Clan leader Meng Yanping smiled, "I know you're very happy."
"Of course I'm happy," Meng Xiangu sighed. "I've been a god and demon for nearly eighty years, accumulating a lot of credit in Yuanchu Mountain and having many friends! If my family doesn't have a good seedling, any amount of accumulation would be wasted. Now that Meng Chuan has a high talent, if I do my best to help him, he will definitely go much smoother than I did before."
"Well, he can definitely become a god and a demon," Meng Yanping said.
"Yes!" Meng Xiangu's eyes were full of anticipation.
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At Jinghu Taoist Temple, Meng Chuan was walking outside, and along the way, the disciples of the nearby monasteries kept shouting, "Senior Brother Meng." They were all incredibly enthusiastic.
Meng Chuan nodded slightly in response and continued to walk outside.
"Hmm?"
As soon as I walked to the main entrance, I saw a group of people standing outside the gate of the monastery. The chubby Meng Dajiang was the leader, and several family elders, including bald and skinny elders and elegant elders, were also standing beside me.
"Dad, Elder." Meng Chuan walked over.
"You kid," Meng Dajiang reached out and rubbed Meng Chuan's head, laughing, "you really scared your father."
Being rubbed by his father's head, Meng Chuan could only endure it obediently. He looked a bit pitiful, but in reality, his mood was particularly good.
"Haha, even we were scared."
"Meng Chuan, you're doing a good job," several elders of the family said with a smile, obviously very happy.
"Let's go home," Meng Dajiang said happily. With such a son, what else can we expect?
"Hmm."
Meng Chuan responded and went back with his father and the others.