Meng Xiuyuan was not a murderous person, but today, his hands were stained with blood.
After killing the leader and the escaping people with several sword attacks, Meng Xiuyuan shocked many bandits present. He was afraid that there were innocent people among them who were coerced or forced to do nothing, so he deliberately asked them to accuse each other of their crimes.
It's a pity that among these dozens of bandits, some may have poor backgrounds, but none have clean hands. If you ask any of them, they all commit adultery, robbery, burning, killing, and looting, and they deserve to die ten or eight times.
Meng Xiu saw this and no longer had any scruples. The swords and palms all came out, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the entire village was killed, and no one could escape.
During this period, these bandits resisted, begged, repented, cursed, and cursed, but they could not slow down Meng Xiuyuan's movements at all. It was not until the last bandit's heart and lungs were shattered by his palm from the air that Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath, and the whole
People relaxed.
The air in the cottage was filled with a strong smell of blood, but when Meng Xiuyuan smelled it, it felt very fresh. He felt that this was what it looked like after the filth was washed away.
As for Meng Xiuyuan, he only felt that his body and mind were very comfortable, and he even entered a state close to "freedom and ease" and "unity between man and nature".
This feeling was very strange, and Meng Xiuyuan once wondered if he was mentally abnormal, or if he had killed too many people at one time and had gone crazy.
But then I felt it carefully, and I felt like it was none of them.
On the contrary, this experience of inner peace and clarity in the spiritual platform is very similar to the feeling of epiphany he had when he was practicing internal energy on the mountain for ten years. Everything was so appropriate and natural, and it was definitely not the way it should be if he went astray.
Meng Xiuyuan was surprised by this, so after finishing the finishing work and rescuing the women imprisoned by the bandits, he immediately found a hidden cave in the forest and began to study it with concentration.
Soon he discovered that his state was indeed very magical.
He had not slept all day and night, but now he felt no fatigue. He was full of energy and quick in thinking, especially in terms of martial arts training, as if his whole body had become enlightened.
The joints that I had always been unable to figure out in martial arts in the past were easily solved with a little thought now. And the moves that had always been difficult to figure out in the past, I felt that the effect was much better after practicing it a few times.
Even the martial arts that he had been exposed to in the Wudang Mountains for ten years and saw his masters and brothers perform, but he had not actually learned and practiced, were now appearing in front of his eyes one by one like a movie.
He practiced according to his memory. It didn't take long before he gradually became proficient and even vaguely grasped the charm of it.
This magical state lasted for more than an hour.
Until the light in his mind slowly faded away like burning charcoal, and a wave of sleepiness immediately came over him. Meng Xiu couldn't think much about it, so he fell to the ground and fell into a slumber.
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Meng Xiuyuan initially regarded such a strange situation as a coincidence, thinking that he happened to enter a state of enlightenment when his thoughts were clear, and that it could not be replicated.
But the subsequent journey negated his conjecture.
He followed the locations of the bandits recorded in the manual and marched northeast until he left Shu. He had killed a total of thirteen groups of thieves and bandits who deserved to be killed.
Every time he kills these bad guys, this magical state of enlightenment will appear automatically.
After doing it more times, he figured out the pattern. He even roughly estimated that the duration of the enlightenment state each time seemed to be related to the degree of crime of the bandits he killed and the number of people in the gang.
So along the way, I killed a lot of bad guys, and my martial arts also improved a lot, which can be said to be the best of both worlds.
However, Meng Xiuyuan was not happy about this. On the contrary, the further he went along the way, the more depressed and silent he became.
Not for anything else, just for everything he saw along the way.
In the chaotic times of the late Yuan Dynasty, human lives were like straw, and tragedies were happening all the time.
Along the way, Meng Xiuyuan killed many evil people and saw how many innocent people were oppressed and how many poor weak people were humiliated.
No matter how fast his sword is or how strong his internal strength is, it seems that he will never be able to kill all the bandits and bandits, and there are far more than just the few that Shopkeeper Dong told him.
Meng Xiuyuan was born in a peaceful era in his previous life, with a harmonious family and no worries about food and clothing. In this life, he went to Wudang Mountain early and was cared for by his master and brothers.
Suddenly seeing such a cruel world, it was really hard to accept it.
So as he walked, he gradually deviated from the originally planned route. Everywhere he went, he inquired around and asked the surrounding villagers and passers-by if there were any thieves or bandits committing crimes around him.
But gradually, as the chat deepened, Meng Xiuyuan discovered that his previous understanding of this era was still too one-sided.
The villagers and passers-by told the truth from the bottom of their hearts. In fact, most of the time, the most evil people in their mouths were not the bandits in some village, but more of the local landowners and gentry who were rich and unkind, and the lustful people who did anything to collect taxes.
Those stupid and greedy local bureaucrats are the Mongolian soldiers who do not regard the Han people as human beings. They are the gods who bring plague, cold winter and famine.
All in all, if you are just an ordinary person in this world who is unable to resist, then there will be many bastards around you who will make it difficult for you to live. You just don't know where you will encounter them one day.
I think this is the reason why rebellions are raging all over the world at this time.
For this reason, Meng Xiuyuan seriously thought about whether he could study firearms, do business and make money, recruit subordinates, train new armies, and finally wipe out the world with a wave of his hand, bringing future generations to this decadent feudal society like the protagonists of historical Internet articles.
The glory of civilization.
However, the final conclusion was: it absolutely cannot be done.
This is not because he belittles himself, nor can he be said to be a waste. The actual situation is that most modern people cannot achieve such a grand plan without considering the aura of the protagonist.
What's more, Meng Xiuyuan doesn't have this ambition either.
People like him will feel uncomfortable being restricted by others, and it will be troublesome to manage others. The best thing is to be alone and carefree like now, pursuing the improvement of personal strength.
How can such a character lead troops to fight and govern the country?
Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang was a great man of his generation and an emperor who was diligent and caring for his people. Meng Xiuyuan had no intention of competing with him for the world.
Waiting for a few years at most, when he first emerges, and then giving him some help and telling him some of the advanced ideas of later generations is the limit of what Meng Xiuyuan can do.
Before that, all Meng Xiuyuan could do was to take care of the things in front of him. Kill one more evil person if he could, and save one more innocent person in trouble if he could.
I don't ask for any merit in return, I just ask for my own conscience to get by.
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After thinking things through in this way, Meng Xiuyuan felt much relieved, and then he let go of all restraints.
Walking all the way, practicing martial arts all the way, without deliberately looking for a path, just wherever you go.
After dozens of days like this, he couldn't help but feel that the surrounding environment was gradually becoming more prosperous, the number of famous bandits and bandits around him gradually decreased, and the lives of ordinary people were obviously better than those in Shuzhong.
After he made some inquiries, he discovered that he had actually reached the so-called "Fengyuan Road", which was near Chang'an City.
The rolling mountains in the distance are the famous Zhongnan Mountains.
After hearing this news, Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts became vivid. The Chongyang Palace, the so-called "Quanzhen Ancestral Court", was right in front of him, so he naturally wanted to visit it.
Although the Quanzhen Sect has lost its reputation in the world today, there may still be some treasures from its predecessors left in the Chongyang Palace.
Moreover, the Tomb of the Living Dead is located at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and the descendants of Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu still live there. They must have inherited the Nine Yin Scriptures in their hands, but it is still unknown whether it is the complete version.
Regardless of whether they are willing to help or not, it doesn't take much time to just walk to the door and say hello.
So Meng Xiuyuan made up his mind to find a place to rest for the night, tidy up his appearance, and then set off in the direction of Zhongnan Mountain the next day.
Unexpectedly, not long after we set out on the road the next day, we passed a rural dirt road and heard faint roaring and wailing sounds in the distance.
He hurriedly followed the direction of the sound and found a small village, only to find that a group of Mongolian soldiers were slaughtering the people in the village wantonly.
When Meng Xiuyuan arrived, the village was already covered with corpses and blood flowed freely. The remaining villagers were wailing and running in all directions, but they could not escape the Mongolian cavalry and bows and arrows.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel angry and clenched his fists.
Even if he didn't want to face the Yuan court now and cause trouble for the Wudang sect, it shows how he could stand by and watch the Mongolian soldiers behave like animals.
He pulled off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and covered his face, then hid the Zhenwu sword in his arms. Meng Xiuyuan immediately wanted to rush forward and kill these Tatar soldiers.
Unexpectedly, before he could jump out of the darkness, he saw a girl in white suddenly jump out from the other side of the village in the distance. She was galloping with a sword in hand and had already entered the formation of the Mongolian soldiers before him.