After Meng Xiuyuan briefly explained to Qiao Sanhuai, he was ready to leave for Shaolin.
Although Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao also liked the days when Meng Xiuyuan was with them, when Meng Xiuyuan said he wanted to leave, they didn't say a word to persuade him to stay. They just hurriedly helped pack their luggage and prepare clothes.
Because in their minds, this little brother Meng had learned a good skill at this time, and it was time for him to go out and become famous. In order to accommodate the couple and treat them, the delay of several months was considered quite serious.
It's inappropriate.
Now that Meng Xiuyuan was about to go out, how could they delay him any longer.
In this way, after having a meal with Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Shi Qinglu, and Xue Muhua, Meng Xiuyuan did not say any more about his farewell, and drifted out of the hidden flower valley, heading straight to Henan.
Going on the road alone, Meng Xiuyuan did not take the official road for convenience, but took many forest paths.
But he didn't expect that just because of this, he had just walked half a day's journey from Wuxi when he encountered something unexpected.
At noon that day, Meng Xiuyuan was using his true energy to fly freely on a remote mountain road. After walking like this for a while, he suddenly heard a faint noise coming from the road ahead.
There was the sound of galloping hooves, and there were roars and curses.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he was afraid that something had happened in front of him, so he hurriedly used an extra three points of his internal strength, stepped forward, and reached another level of speed, as if the wind was rushing like lightning. He could hear the whistling of the wind in his ears, and could see the trees on both sides passing by at high speed.
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In a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan turned around two twists and turns on the mountain road and clearly saw the situation ahead.
It turned out that on the road, a group of twenty or thirty people were galloping with shiny weapons, chasing a fugitive in black clothes and a black horse in front of them.
This group of people's horses were magnificent and their riding skills were good, so they were still extremely fast on this small, undulating dirt road.
Meng Xiuyuan gathered his energy and ran for more than ten breaths before he caught up.
Looking carefully, I saw that among the twenty or thirty people, there were men and women, old and young, all with vicious faces, and the vague leaders were actually two old women with sinister expressions.
The one who was being chased in front was a girl in black. Her face couldn't be seen from behind, but she could only see her slender figure and a bunch of oily black hair, dressed like a girl.
When Meng Xiu saw this situation, he subconsciously felt that this was probably a gangster doing evil and bullying the weak. However, he was not sure for a while, so he tentatively asked the group of people:
"Everyone, may I ask who you are and why are you in trouble with the girl in front of you?"
When he opened his mouth, the group of people were startled, and the team immediately fell into chaos.
These people were originally focused on the girl in black in front of them. They were angrily cursing curse words such as "You bitch, don't even think about escaping" while galloping on their horses.
Who could have imagined that there would be a person beside him suddenly and silently.
Everyone followed the sound and saw Meng Xiuyuan floating up and down at a speed that was as fast as the galloping horses under their crotches. What's more, the young man was running without blushing or out of breath.
Dan Ran asked questions, and couldn't help but feel very surprised. She just said that she had met a master.
However, it was obvious that this group of people was used to being domineering, and relying on the strength of their numbers and the support of experts in the team, even though they saw that Meng Xiuyuan was very good at martial arts at a young age, they did not take it to heart and shouted at him:
"Where did you come from, the little brat, who dares to meddle in our business?
Tell the truth, are you with that thief and a bitch?!"
While they were talking, several people who were closer to Meng Xiuyuan actually pulled the reins and galloped straight towards Meng Xiuyuan. Seeing their intention, they actually wanted to take Meng Xiuyuan down together.
At this moment, I saw the girl in front of me who was running for her life suddenly turned around, waved her sleeves and robes, and simply fired a few short arrows. After briefly breaking through the air with a "whoosh, whoosh", there were immediately among the pursuers.
The two men immediately fell off their horses.
When the girl turned back to shoot the arrow, she briefly looked at Meng Xiuyuan. Only then did Meng Xiuyuan see clearly that the girl's face was covered with a black cloth, only two eye holes were exposed, one eye was as bright as paint, and her eyes were
It was full of murderous cold light.
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment by the sight, but he immediately recognized the identity of the other party.
With this outfit and weapons, it was obvious that the girl being hunted before her was none other than Mu Wanqing.
After careful consideration, the group of pursuers behind her should have come from Mantuo Villa and were under the command of Li Qingluo, Wu Yazi's good and filial daughter who regarded thieves as her father.
The current time should be the time when Mu Wanqing and her mother Qin Hongmian, the Asura Sword, went to assassinate Li Qingluo but failed, and were hunted down by Li Qingluo instead.
After thinking about this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but shook his head secretly, stopped immediately, and was no longer prepared to meddle in this nosy matter.
After all, the two parties were jealous and fighting each other over Duan Zhengchun, and they had nothing to do with Meng Xiuyuan, an outsider.
Not to mention that he knew in his heart that neither of these two parties were good people. Even if he didn't know the inside story, Meng Xiuyuan rarely participated in the unprovoked killings and fights between Jianghu people and Jianghu people.
After all, in the world of martial arts, if you kill me today and I kill you tomorrow, no one is considered innocent, and it’s hard to explain why.
Meng Xiuyuan is not an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple, and he has no interest in forcing reconciliation between unrelated people.
But at this moment, when everyone in the Mantuo Villa saw Mu Wanqing suddenly hurt someone, they subconsciously thought that Meng Xiuyuan was with her. When they heard a whistle, more than 20 people each took out their
Throwing the knife, he looked at Meng Xiuyuan with an evil look.
Meng Xiuyuan frowned slightly and immediately said:
"Everyone, I have nothing to do with this girl, and I don't want to meddle in your people's business.
I was just afraid that innocent people would suffer..."
But before he could finish his words, the hidden weapon was fired at him indiscriminately.
The flying knives used by these people had a faint green light, and it seemed that they were quenched with poison, and their techniques became more brutal than the others. The flying knives went straight towards Meng Xiuyuan's heart, throat, eyes, and other vital parts.
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Obviously, this move was aimed at killing Meng Xiuyuan with one blow.
Meng Xiu frowned immediately when he saw the situation, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
He secretly thought in his heart that these people were so cruel, knowing that he had nothing to do with the matter, but still killing them, obviously they did not care about human life.
If his kung fu had been a little weaker, he might have turned into an innocent withered skeleton on the roadside today.
So after Meng Xiuyuan thought for a moment, his right hand suddenly changed, and the skill of "Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand" burst out, causing the flying knives that were piercing his vital points to fly back immediately.
In an instant, more than a dozen of the twenty or thirty pursuers at Mantuo Villa were struck by swords and fell from their horses, and then there was no sound.
There were only a dozen people left, and they were all frightened to death by the scene in front of them.
They never expected that this "thief bitch" would have an accomplice with such extraordinary martial arts skills.
Before they could sort out the situation, they saw Meng Xiuyuan's figure floating up again. While flying, Meng Xiuyuan flicked his fingers repeatedly, and small pebbles were shot out one by one with his "Flicking Magical Power", and they were shot towards the surviving ones.
Those seven or eight Mantuo Villa killers.
Several black shadows flashed past. Except for the two old women who were leading them, who had higher kung fu and reacted slightly, the rest of the people did not know what happened until they died.
For a moment, there was no one on the horse anymore, everyone lay down on the ground.
After hearing the sound of everyone landing in Mantuo Villa, Mu Wanqing immediately turned around on horseback and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan with complicated eyes.
Those eyes were as cold as cold stars, staring closely at Meng Xiuyuan for a long time, but in the end Mu Wanqing did not speak, but turned around and continued to run away.
When Meng Xiu saw her like this, he didn't stop her. He just shook his head slightly and looked away.
He had never wanted to get involved in this matter. It was the servants of Mantuo Villa who killed innocent people indiscriminately and wanted to take his life, so Meng Xiuyuan took action to fight back. Therefore, even if Mu Wanqing just said "thank you", he would not say it.
It seemed a bit rude to leave, but Meng Xiuyuan didn't take it to heart.
However, this sudden episode served as a reminder to Meng Xiuyuan, who had traveled through many years and no longer remembered the plot of Qing's original novel.
The Tianlong world in the Northern Song Dynasty may be a little more stable overall than the Yitian world in the late Yuan Dynasty. But when it comes to the people in the world, there is no difference, and it is even worse.
Instead of the six major sects headed by Wudang jointly maintaining the rules on the surface, the two sects Shaolin and Beggar Clan were the leaders, but the martial arts world in the Central Plains was in chaos, not only fighting each other, but also intruding and harming many innocent civilians.
If there was a chance in the future, Meng Xiuyuan felt that he might be able to do something.
However, these are all things for later. He is not a very ambitious person. He still has to do things one by one. The most important thing now is to do the things in front of him well.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Meng Xiuyuan did not care about the demeanor of any peerless master. He immediately collected the money from the killers of Mantuo Villa, tied up their horses with ropes, and took them to a nearby city to sell them together in exchange for
Got a lot of money.
After all, I had agreed to provide for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife in their old age, so I must save some money for them. There was no reason to throw away the money that came to my door.
As for Mantuo Villa, Meng Xiuyuan did not pay attention to it. Instead, he was waiting for Kong to take action. He was also prepared to take the initiative to meet the niece who recognized Ding Chunqiu as his father.
In this way, after the matter was settled, Meng Xiuyuan immediately hit the road again and headed northwest.
After that, the journey was relatively peaceful, and there was nothing to mention. Meng Xiuyuan traveled very quickly on his own, and it took only about ten days for him to return to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain from Wuxi.
It happened to be dark and cloudy at night, so Meng Xiuyuan simply took advantage of the darkness and sneaked directly into the Shaolin Temple.
This Shaolin sect is known as the world's largest sect in the world of Tianlong, with countless masters, and it is considered to be in a relatively prosperous period.
But even so, it is difficult for such a large sect to be watertight and prevent masters from sneaking in.
Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan have been able to visit this Shaolin Temple as if it were their own backyard for decades. With Meng Xiuyuan's skills and the stealth skills he developed in his previous life, it is not difficult to get in.
But after Meng Xiuyuan quietly entered the Shaolin Temple, he was in some trouble.
There are more than dozens of halls and courtyards in Shaolin Temple, one in the east and one in the west, scattered on the hillside. Meng Xiuyuan didn't know for a while how to find the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanshan.
Before coming, Meng Xiuyuan originally wanted to search around the temple as much as possible. If he couldn't find it, go to the Sutra Pavilion and ask the old monk sweeping the floor politely. Maybe he could find out something.
But now it seems that Meng Xiuyuan, who has never been to this Shaolin Temple in three lifetimes, still thinks of this Shaolin Temple too small. In the vast palace, where can I find the whereabouts of a person who deliberately hides his traces?
Helpless, Meng Xiuyuan had no choice but to advance his backup plan and simply go directly to the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.
Finding an attic is naturally much easier than finding a person. Not long after, Meng Xiuyuan found the location of the Sutra Pavilion in a corner to the northeast of the main gate of Shaolin Temple.
It was late at night, the lights were still burning in the Sutra Pavilion, and there were people moving around.
Meng Xiu raised his hand lightly, floated silently above the eaves, and climbed in through the second floor window. Looking down, there were only two young monks nodding and dozing in front of the candlestick, but there was no old monk in sight.
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He immediately got lucky and listened carefully to the movements in the Sutra Pavilion, hoping to find something. However, after trying for a long time, he could only hear the heartbeats and breathing of the two young monks downstairs.
In this case, either the sweeping monk is not in the pavilion at the moment, or the sweeping monk's martial arts is indeed superior to Meng Xiuyuan, but he does not want to show his face.
In short, there is no good solution for the time being, except to wait for this solution.
Meng Xiuyuan had no choice but to find a hidden corner on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion and sit down cross-legged. While refining his true energy, he listened to the surrounding movements with alert ears.
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First of all, he was unwilling to secretly learn martial arts from other sects. After all, in the world of martial arts, this was much worse than stealing other people's property.
Even though the sweeping monk's attitude in the book didn't seem to care about Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo secretly learning Shaolin's stunts, Meng Xiuyuan himself had no such idea.
Furthermore, the Kung Fu of the Shaolin Temple naturally has a layer of "anti-theft encryption". If you do not read the corresponding Buddhist scriptures to resolve the hostility, each additional Kung Fu you learn will cause more harm to your body.
By the time you realize it, it will be too late.
With Meng Xiuyuan's cultivation as Musashi at this time, there was no need to do such a thankless task.
Therefore, he just sat quietly in the hidden corner of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and did his exercises without any distracting thoughts. He did not leave quietly until dawn was about to break.
For several nights in a row, Meng Xiuyuan sat cross-legged in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, practicing his Qi, and listened quietly.
It was not until this night that Meng Xiuyuan suddenly frowned and noticed something different.
In his hearing, the heartbeats and breathing of the two young monks who were keeping vigil downstairs suddenly slowed down a bit at the same time, as if they had fallen asleep together.
Meng Xiuyuan knew that such a vision could not happen without reason. He immediately stood up and saw the door of the Sutra Pavilion was pushed open, and a skinny monk wearing a green robe walked in slowly.
The few sparse long beards of the old monk were completely white. He moved slowly and lacked energy. At first glance, he did not look like he had martial arts skills. But when Meng Xiuyuan listened carefully to his breathing and heartbeat, he felt that he had some skills.
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"May I ask this benefactor, why did he sit quietly in this pavilion for several days and don't know why?"
The old monk was very polite. He actually ignored the age gap between the two of them and bowed to where Meng Xiuyuan was on the second floor while speaking.
Meng Xiu saw the situation and slowly fell from the second floor like a floating feather. He also returned the salute and then replied seriously:
"Master, please don't blame me. I had something to ask, so I had no choice but to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion and stay there for a few days.
But seeing you in person, I feel that there is more than one thing I want to ask.
I don’t know, Master, would you like to chat with me?”