Chapter 7: Nangong Son-in-law

After calming down, Meng Su looked at Liu Bing: "Where does that Medicine King Shi Buli live?"

Liu Bing: "Ghost King Valley, Medicine King Valley in Li Prefecture. It's about a thousand miles away from here."

Liu Bing looked up again, and Meng Su had already disappeared. Liu Bing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "How many years has it been since a demon appeared in Qingzhou? Another demon has appeared this time."

Meng Su, who left the Huang Mansion, identified the direction, asked someone about the direction of Li Prefecture, and begged all the way to Li Prefecture.

Meng Su's begging was very special. Every time he arrived at a place, he would find the richest person and squat at the door to beg. If he met kind people, they would naturally give Meng Su alms. But most of the people he met were rich and unkind. They wouldn't give alms and would even beat people. Meng Su would sneak into the mansions of these rich merchants and fight. He would beat these local tyrants until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

After beating them, Meng Su would take three days' worth of supplies and leave.

After more than ten days of long-distance trekking, Meng Su finally arrived in Li Prefecture. Li Prefecture was significantly different from Qingzhou, with many high mountains and steep ridges, while Qingzhou was a large plain with only a few small hills.

After entering Li Prefecture, Meng Su began to trek over mountains and through water. Finally, he arrived at the center of Li Prefecture: Li Prefecture City.

Li Prefecture City was a huge city with solid walls and strict defense. Meng Su looked at the tall city walls, wondering what they were defending against? Did they fight often here?

Meng Su soon joined the local beggar team.

One day, Meng Su was mixed in the local beggar group, preparing to raise travel expenses to Ghost King Valley.

The beggar industry in Li City was very developed, with beggars everywhere. It was clear that this place must be very turbulent, and turbulence would cause people to be displaced. Meng Su was a top student at a medical school in modern society, so he naturally understood the reason.

These were not what Meng Su cared about. What he cared about was raising the travel expenses to Ghost King Valley quickly. But although people were coming and going on this street, there were too many beggars, and the monks were many and the porridge was few.

Meng Su squatted at the door of a wealthy family for a long time and didn't get a single cent. Bored, Meng Su began to play with ants.

Two teams of ants were fighting on the ground. One team was large black ants. One team was small red ants.

The black ants were large but few in number, while the small red ants were many but small in size.

The strategy adopted by the black ants was to charge and bump, biting any red ant they saw. The small red ants were clearly very strategic, often hundreds of ants swarming together to separate and surround the black ants.

Meng Su watched with great interest. Soon the large black ants were defeated and killed in pieces.

Meng Su stared at one of the large black ants, cheering for this ant in his heart, hoping it could break out of the encirclement and escape.

Sure enough, the ant lived up to Meng Su's expectations, escaped the entanglement of the red ants, and fled quickly out of the encirclement. But the direction it fled had thousands of red ants.

Meng Su saw that the black ant had just left the encirclement and was about to enter a larger encirclement. He felt anxious in his heart.

"You idiot, you ran in the wrong direction, turn back quickly... fast. Go north... go north."

Suddenly, Meng Su's eyebrows moved, and the ant moved strangely under the blessing of Meng Su's thought power. It moved two feet horizontally from its original position.

Meng Su was startled by the ant's horizontal movement. This was clearly related to his own thoughts.

Meng Su tried again, and sure enough, as Meng Su concentrated, the ant would move according to Meng Su's thoughts.

Meng Su was overjoyed and quickly tried to experiment with other objects. After many attempts, Meng Su discovered a rule: things that were too heavy couldn't be moved, only light things could be moved, such as buttons, silver needles, and the like.

If he operated too many times, his head would ache, and currently, he couldn't exceed three times.

This was the entry stage of Thought Condensation, the entry stage of transforming thought into reality.

Meng Su smiled: "If I face someone in the future, I'll secretly give him a needle, wouldn't that..."

Meng Su had just gained a new skill and was secretly happy in his heart, experimenting non-stop. Finally, his thought power was exhausted, and his head ached. Meng Su leaned against the wall and fell asleep in the warm sun.

Half-awake and half-dreaming, Meng Su felt the commotion of the crowd: "Run quickly, they are coming to grab a son-in-law again. Everyone run..."

Meng Su looked up and saw the crowd fleeing in all directions, chickens flying and dogs jumping. An old beggar beside Meng Su was about to run, but was pressed down by Meng Su: "Old brother, what happened? Did bandits enter the city?"

The old man struggled several times but couldn't break free and said angrily: "You idiot, the Four Great Families are here to grab a son-in-law again. They are more powerful than bandits!"

Meng Su was completely bewildered: "Why are you so afraid of being a son-in-law? Are the Four Great Families very poor? Can they be poorer than you beggars? Besides, you are so old, they wouldn't look for you to be a son-in-law, right?"

The old man ran with both feet, but didn't move a step. He cried: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? Do they look at age when grabbing a son-in-law? Men, alive, that's all! Please, just let me go."

Meng Su let go, and the old beggar slipped away without a trace.

Meng Su: "Old guy, not young, but runs fast."

Meng Su was hesitating whether to follow the crowd and run, when suddenly the big gate behind him opened with a 'creak', and twenty or thirty servants holding bright long knives walked out of the gate.

Meng Su was about to stand up and walk away when the leading servant discovered Meng Su.

"Good luck today, there's actually someone waiting at the door. The big son-in-law is settled. Come, you guys, invite the big son-in-law back."

Meng Su was wondering when seven or eight servants rushed over, locked Meng Su with iron chains.

Meng Su was shocked: "Is this how your family chooses a son-in-law? Can't you be a bit more polite?"

"We choose a son-in-law dozens of times a year. If we were polite every time, could we still choose one? Kid, don't blame me, it's your bad luck."

Meng Su wondered: "Is your young lady very ugly? The sons-in-law all ran away? Why do you keep choosing?"

"Stop your damn nonsense, let's go."

Meng Su was pushed and shoved by seven or eight big men into the big gate.

When entering the big gate, Meng Su looked up at the big gate, and four words were written on it: "Nangong Family."

Meng Su thought, just right, take some travel expenses and leave. I don't care if you choose a son-in-law or not.

Meng Su, who was pushed into the big gate, was first locked in the woodshed. Meng Su struggled hard. The iron chain was black, and although it was very thin, it was very strong, clearly not ordinary iron. Meng Su felt helpless and could only lie down and sleep.

In the evening, someone took Meng Su out.

Meng Su was carried into a small restaurant, where there was fish and meat on the dining table. It was very rich. Meng Su didn't care about anything, sat at the table, and began to eat and drink. Soon, a table of dishes was wiped out by Meng Su like a whirlwind.

The full Meng Su was taken to take a bath. Someone was specially assigned to scrub Meng Su, but Meng Su drove them out. Meng Su washed the years of dirt off his body, and then put on new clothes.

At night, Meng Su put on the bridegroom's large red robe again, wore a large red flower, and was pushed into the bridal chamber.

Meng Su examined the carved wooden bed and the large red canopy, very curious about what the bride looked like, and why so many people were afraid of her like a tiger.

Soon the bride walked over gracefully, followed by two maids.

The bride had a tall figure, full breasts, and a slim waist. Although she was wearing a red head cover, Meng Su could still imagine the bride's beauty. The two maids were clear-eyed and beautiful, with white skin, long legs, and slim waists. If the maids were like this, how bad could the bride be? ===== CHAPTER 8 =====