One minute later, Biyou Village.

Lu Ziqiao looked at a loss: "Boss Meng, I really don't know why that Ma Xianhong was crazy!"

"I was invited by Wang Zhenqiu to help Zhao Haitang clear some memories and earn some extra money. But I don't know what happened, but Ma Xianhong started to go crazy when he saw my soul-brightening technique."

As they said that, the two of them looked in at the door, and saw that the poor old horse was still lying on the foot of the bed, trembling, obviously still in shock.

"Oh..." Sighing, Meng Lang turned around and looked at Wang Zhenqiu and Zhao Haitang, "College Ma must have been plotted against by someone using methods similar to the soul-brightening technique before, leaving a psychological shadow. In the future, you should try not to mention this matter in front of him, do you know?"

Wang Zhenqiu nodded: "Understand."

Zhao Haitang also nodded without saying a word.

"Well, since that's the case, you can find another place to rest first. I'll go in and chat with Village Chief Ma." Meng Lang gave a light command and walked in and was about to enter the door.

"etc!"

Zhao Haitang reached out and stopped Mr. Meng.

Meng Lang smiled indifferently: "What advice do you have for Mr. Zhao?"

The young groundhog suddenly bowed to Meng Langshen without saying a word: "Thank you for Brother Ma's matter."

"No, I have my own considerations."

Mr. Meng waved his hand slightly and turned to look at Lu Ziqiao: "Brother Lao Bu, I have a secret matter with Village Chief Ma. Please call Zhuge Qing and Wang to the outside of the room to defend themselves, and take the two of you to another place."

"clear."

Lu Ziqiao took the two away with him.

Seeing the three of them walking away, Meng Lang switched his facial expressions to the commonly used elegant and easy-going channel and walked into the room calmly.

When Ma Xianhong heard someone coming in, he slowly raised his head with a blank look on his face.

"You're here?"

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't-"

"Stop!" Meng interrupted Ma Xianhong's words with a black hand, "Stop telling me what's the ones that are available or not. Please tell me a brief moment. Have the memory completely recovered?"

Ma Xianhong was a little surprised, but he still said the truth: "My memories are very confusing. Although I remember a lot, I didn't think of more things. I felt that new memories emerged every moment, and even some of the recent memories are actually a bit incomplete..."

"Well... don't worry, these are all expected things. The memory after you are covered with both hands is structured on false memories. It is reasonable to temporarily forget the soul when repairing it."

As he said that, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Meng's mouth.

"Although "Two Full Hands" is amazing? But my "Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Art" is still very powerful? If this situation continues, as long as you come to Meng to listen to a song of the remnants of Mount Wu every month? You can completely repair your soul in less than a year."

"Two full hands? What do you mean? I was used with both full hands...uh--!" Thinking of this, Ma Xianhong felt a strong stinging pain in his mind again? He couldn't help but hug his head and wail.

Seeing the other party’s pain, Meng, who had always been kind-hearted, felt a little embarrassed? So he decided to help him.

Lift your foot gently? Point it at Ma Xianhong's feet and land it hard.

"Dong--Click--"

As a muffled sound accompanied by the sound of bone cracks came into his ears, Ma Xianhong's foot was stepped into a comminuted fracture.

“Ahhhh—!”

A tragic sound of ten times more shrill than before was heard across the night sky, causing Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing and Fu Rong who had just arrived to look at each other? I secretly guessed in my heart that Meng Lang was another disaster.

No matter what the people outside the room thought? Mr. Meng in the room was now raised his hand and put it on Ma Xianhong's shoulder with a calm face. He injected the extremely thick Sacred Heart Art True Qi into the other party's body. While helping him treat his foot injury, he also conditioned his body.

"College Ma doesn't need to thank me. When people have headaches and toothaches, the best way is to create greater pain in other places.

Just now, Mr. Meng saw that you were about to get a brain disease? In a hurry, he had to come up with this bad idea... How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

‘I thank you all the family!’

"Do... Thank you Minister Meng? No... it doesn't hurt anymore." Ma Xianhong thanked quickly. The vague pain on his feet made him swallow with lingering fear.

"That's good? I would like to advise you not to act rashly before your soul's injury is healed to recall the things related to your impression of "sister"? Is there any problem that can be solved after you recover? Don't rush for a moment."

"That's it...Ma has recorded it."

Ma Xianhong Zheng pointed his head? Then a look of curiosity appeared on his face.

"Minister Meng, since you have worked so hard to help me, you should have made some plans, right? You might as well say it bluntly."

Lao Ma's face was full of harmony, and his words were full of rationality: "Mr. Ma created Biyou Village and built a self-cultivation furnace to regain his memories. Since Minister Meng has helped me achieve my goal, I should be rewarded."

Meng Lang smiled slightly when he heard this, and began to hop repeatedly. As his mind turned around, he drafted a draft to persuade me to surrender from various angles such as psychology, physics, and ethics.

"Mr. Ma, although your memory of that 'sister' is not complete right now, you should be very clear about your origin, right?"

"Born?" Ma Xianhong was slightly stunned, "I wonder what kind of background Minister Meng is referring to?"

Meng smiled kindly: "Of course I was born after the 36th righteousness of Jiashen! If I remember correctly, Ma Ben, the 'Three-foot-class Loser' of one of the 36th righteousness, should be your great-grandfather, right?"

When he heard that Meng Lang, the world's most powerful evaluation of his great-grandfather was "thirty-six meanings" rather than the so-called "thirty-six thieves" with the unified caliber of famous and upright sects, Ma Xianhong's recognition of him instantly soared from less than forty points to nearly eighty points, and he was only one step away from being a confidant.

"Yes, Ma Ben is my great master."

When Mr. Meng heard this, he clapped his hands suddenly: "That's great, we have relatives! Really relatives!"

Ma Xianhong:('_')ゞ?

"Minister Meng, I'm sorry, Ma is ignorant. I don't seem to have heard that you have received the inheritance of the thirty-six righteousness before... Could it be that someone who has been a senator with my great master is your elder?"

"Hey—this is a bad statement!"

Meng Lang shook his head calmly.

"The relatives I mentioned may be different from those you understand."

“…I wonder why it’s a different method?”

"That's right... I took an apprentice called Zhang Chulan, do you know?"

"I know!" Ma Xianhong nodded slightly.

"Zhang Chulan's biological grandfather is Zhang Huaiyi. Like your great master, he is one of the 36 righteousnesses of Jiashen. Do you know?"

"...I know." Ma Xianhong vaguely noticed something wrong from Meng Lang's words, and nodded again after hearing this.

"Look, Zhang Chulan's grandfather and your great-grandfather are sworn brothers. He is your uncle by seniority, right?"

"And Zhang Chulan is my apprentice again. As the saying goes, 'A day is a teacher and a father for life'. By generation, I am his father, so I will naturally be a generation older. In theory, I can be considered your grandfather's generation - right, Xiao Ma?"

Ma Xianhong: “…”

PS: First update

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Chapter completed!