The young woman hooked her hand at the man, and the middle-aged man's body flew towards the woman, and the woman left the earthen courtyard with elegant steps.

When Yang Dong came back, he saw the old lady and the little boy lying at the gate of the yard crying, and Duanmurong stood beside him taking care of them with sewage.

"What's going on?" Yang Dong asked in confusion.

Duanmurong told the story: "That woman's martial arts skills are too high, and she may not be inferior to the giant."

Yang Dong frowned. Qin Shimingyue had not many women with such a high cultivation level, and she had white hair, exposed clothes, and the sword she was carrying was carrying with a whisk. Could it be... Xiaomeng?

This name appeared in his heart, and Yang Dong immediately affirmed his guess. No one except Xiaomeng met what Duanmu Rong said. Moreover, this is Sang Hai, Xiaomeng left Xiling Mountain again. Could it be that she was here to take this man away?

"Xiaomeng? Isn't it possible? How could the head of the Tianzong, come to catch a farmer fisherman?" Duanmurong was a little confused after hearing Yang Dong's words.

"It's very likely."

Yang Dong had found out that the energy in the man's body was very similar to the magic crystal energy that Shao Siming exploded in the alchemy forest, and it was probably the same energy body.

Although I don’t understand why the energy of the Taoist treasure, such as the Magic Crystal, appears in the body of this fisherman, the Magic Crystal is a Taoist thing. Now Xiaomeng is here to catch the fisherman who has been eroded by the Magic Crystal energy, which is likely to have a special reason.

But now there is no time to explain, Yang Dong and Duanmurong chase after him.

With Xiaomeng's light skills, Yang Dong never thought of catching up with her. He was going to Xiling Mountain to find her, but he caught up with her.

The red clouds in the sky are as bloody as blood. Xiaomeng and the fisherman walked by the empty river. The fisherman man was in front and Xiaomeng was behind, walking down the river.

"Has she cured that man?" Duanmurong frowned.

Yang Dong shook his head: "She used the mind control technique to control the man and asked the man to lead her way." The fisherman's man looked numb and his walking gait was stiff, like a puppet, and he was obviously manipulated.

"Two, since you're here, come out." Xiaomeng shouted while walking, without looking back.

Yang Dong and Duanmu Rong looked at each other and knew that it was almost impossible to follow Xiaomeng. They both appeared behind Xiaomeng.

"My younger generation, Yang Dong, have met Master Xiaomeng." Yang Dong bowed to Xiaomeng.

"Yang Dong?" Xiaomeng pondered for a moment and chuckled: "It turns out that he is the newest empire's number one alchemist. I originally thought that you would be an unconventional man when you joined Fusu and Yin-Yang family. I didn't expect that you would be a master or senior who was talking about it, which really disappoints people."

Xiaomeng looked at Duanmurong again: "Where are you? Is it Qian Xiaoting, Princess Xianmeng?"

Duanmurong was slightly stunned and bowed, "I've disappointed the master, I'm...Duanmurong, a doctor." Duanmurong is now a wanted criminal and should not be exposed, but hesitated and did not lie to Xiaomeng.

"It turns out that it is Duanmurong, the doctors are really disappointing. They are very stern and boring. If Princess Xianmeng can draw comics and sing those strange songs, I would be very interested in making friends with you."

After Xiaomeng said that, she turned around and was about to leave. Yang Dong immediately called her: "Master, stay."

"What else? I don't like to talk to boring people." Xiaomeng said lightly.

Yang Dong was speechless about Xiaomeng's attitude, but he still bowed: "I'm here to find the master, and I have two things to ask for."

"Say it, I'll give you a chance to say three words." Xiaomeng was a little impatient.

"When you let this fisherman go, Master Xiaomeng is a master, why bother with a fisherman? Second..."

"I'm sorry, I won't agree to your first request. This man is useful to me. I will definitely take him away. If you want to save him, just take action and kill me, then I don't need to let me go." Xiaomeng interrupted Yang Dong's words and gave Yang Dong no room for negotiation.

"Master Xiaomeng, you are a Taoist master. He is just a fisherman and there are still injuries on his body. If you use the mind control technique to control him, it will only worsen his condition and he will soon be exhausted and die.

And he has an elderly mother and a young brother in his family. If you take him away, how can the family survive? Wouldn’t it be too cruel for you to do this?"

A disdainful smile streaked across Xiaomeng's lips and said slowly: "Tao follows nature. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all part of Tao. There is life and death, and there is death and life. If everyone in this world does not die, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

I took this man away today, his old mother, his younger brother might starve to death, and he would die, but if I don’t take this man away today, he will die like his older mother, his younger brother. What’s the difference between dying early and late?

It’s like you can kill me now, and I won’t blame you. Death at the age of eighteen and death at the age of eighty are both turned into dust and moisturize all things. What’s the difference?”

"You... are talking nonsense." Duanmu Rong was angry by Xiaomeng's absurd remarks. Seeing that Xiaomeng was about to take the fishermen away, she was about to step forward. Yang Dong quickly stopped her: "This woman treats human life as a mustard. We are not her opponents, so don't act rashly."

"Treat human life like grass?" Xiaomeng glanced at Yang Dong sarcastically: "Is there anything wrong with this? If you think it is wrong, it is because you discriminate against the life of grass, and what do you regard grass as like?

Every flower, leaf, and world, every year, every year withering and flourishing, all things have spirits, all sentient beings are equal, you think the life of grass mustard is worthless, so why do others regard your life as precious?"

A green and yellow leaf fell from the tree. Xiaomeng stretched out his hand to catch it, looking at the pattern of the leaves and said: "The grass withered and flourished, no one paid attention to it. Why should we care about life and death?"

Yang Dong slowly clenched his fists, and he was almost broken by Xiaomeng. Is this woman a monk Tang? △≥△≥△≥△≥△≥△≥△≥△≥

"Master Xiaomeng, I don't care about the grass or the withering and prosperity. I only know that this fisherman is innocent. Please let him go."

"Your three sentences have been finished. I'm sorry, I won't agree to your request. If you want to take action, it's OK now, but..." Xiaomeng turned to Yang Dong and said, "Don't call me a senior master again, it makes me unhappy. You're just like this piece of grass."

Xiaomeng stretched out her fingers and flicked the leaves in her hand shattered in the air, turning into green light and falling into the air. She turned around gracefully and continued to leave downstream along the river bank.

"Is this head of Tianzong sick?" Duanmurong said angrily.

Yang Dong took a deep breath and shouted to Xiaomeng: "*Slutty, I will definitely save the fisherman."

Duanmurong's expression changed drastically by Yang Dong. Yang Dong was crazy?

Xiaomeng smiled slightly, and her voice came from afar: "Then I'll wait."
Chapter completed!