For more than half an hour after that, Meng Xiuyuan and Miss Yang worked hard to heal their injuries, while little Zhao Min fell into silence and never said a word again.
After the girl surnamed Yang's injuries were slightly better and her life was no longer in danger, Meng Xiuyuan also estimated that the Mongolian soldiers might be close to catching up, so he slowly withdrew his true energy from the opponent's body, stood up and set off.
The two people came out of the cave, deliberately leaving some scraps of Zhao Min's clothes on the ground as bait, and then ran straight to the southeast direction opposite to the villages that were going to be massacred.
However, the mountain road was difficult and dangerous, and Miss Yang's internal injuries were only cured in a hurry. Therefore, not long after Yunshi Qinggong started, her forehead was already covered with sweat beads, her face became paler, and her pace gradually slowed down.
"Young hero, I... my injury has not healed yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long.
It's better that you take this Mongolian princess away first, otherwise I will be a burden after all by dragging you around.
I just stay here and hide, those Mongolian soldiers are in a hurry to find you, so they probably won't be able to find me."
Although the girl knew that with Meng Xiuyuan's cultivation, it would be okay to hold her and run all the way, but how could she say such a shameful suggestion.
Thinking that she had been a burden to Meng Xiuyuan from the beginning, Miss Yang also had her own pride in her heart, so naturally she couldn't accept it, so she simply refused to leave.
Meng Xiuyuan thought about it seriously, and finally rejected her idea and said instead:
"The masters under this little princess are not easy to mess with, and you may not be able to escape their search.
Don’t be anxious, just reach out your hand and let me take a look..."
"Huh?" Miss Yang was shocked when she heard this and didn't understand its intention, but she still subconsciously stretched out her jade hand.
Unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan also reached out and held her hand, interlocking their fingers.
The girl was so embarrassed that she was about to scream when she suddenly felt a soft and warm Qi pouring into Meng Xiuyuan's hands, slowly flowing in from the acupuncture points on her fingers and palms, and then circulated throughout her entire body.
"Don't take the initiative, don't resist, just relax and go with the flow, understand?" Meng Xiuyuan looked at the girl and said.
Miss Yang nodded blankly, she naturally trusted Meng Xiuyuan in her heart.
Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan led Miss Yang forward and walked slowly step by step. With each step, Meng Xiuyuan's true energy in the girl's body moved an inch, until the two of them walked faster and faster, and the true energy in the meridians also began to flow.
It runs more and more smoothly.
When the girl came to her senses, she felt a strong wind blowing against her face, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides quickly disappeared from her field of vision. The two of them were already moving extremely fast at this time, no less fast than the girl using her Qing Gong with all her strength when she was in good condition.
What's even more amazing is that she doesn't feel any fatigue or pain at this moment. Instead, Meng Xiuyuan's true energy circulates in her body, protecting her broken and damaged internal organs, giving her warmth and comfort.
a feeling of.
"I have slightly modified the healing technique you taught me. Instead of using the two people's true energy to work together, I have changed it to use my own true energy as the main one and yours as a supplement.
Although the healing effect is reduced a lot, as long as you don't intentionally resist, the technique can still run during our march and speed up your pace."
Meng Xiuyuan explained thoughtfully, but it was a pity that his eyes were looking straight ahead to find the way and he had no time to look at her.
"Well, young hero is indeed a scholar of heaven and earth..." Miss Yang responded softly.
At this moment, she actually had a lot of things to ask Meng Xiuyuan.
Ask him what his name is, ask him who he is, ask him why he knows the "Yuzhen Sword Technique" that is unique to her ancient tomb, and ask him what he looks like under the scarf.
It's a pity that Meng Xiuyuan still has the Mongolian princess on her shoulders at this time. She can't ask these questions, otherwise the identities of the two will be exposed and the sect behind them will be in danger.
Thinking about this, the girl felt that the little Tatar was even more disgusting, and couldn't help but ask:
"Young hero, after we have delayed enough time to escape the pursuit of those Mongolian soldiers, what should we do with this Mongolian princess?"
Hearing this, before Meng Xiuyuan had any reaction, the little Zhao Min on his shoulder began to sob.
Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan felt a dampness on his shoulders. He put down little Zhao Min and held him in his arms, only to see that she was already crying so hard.
Zhao Min, who was eight or nine years old, was already cute and cute. Now that the black dust was wiped off, her white and tender cheeks were covered with two strings of tears. If others saw her, they would feel pity for her.
Only Miss Yang, who was holding hands with Meng Xiuyuan, saw this and felt unhappy. She couldn't help but say:
"Don't pretend to be so pitiful. How could we not know that you, the little Tartar, are the best at lying?
Young hero, don't be soft-hearted when you see her like this. Although she is young, she is very thoughtful."
In the second half of the sentence, Miss Yang naturally turned her head and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a worried look on her face.
Meng Xiuyuan shook his head slightly and comforted her:
"Don't worry, I have my own measure in my heart. You should be calm and don't disturb the flow of true energy.
If you feel there is something wrong later, we can discuss it later."
When the girl heard this, she had no choice but to nod her head, expressing her willingness to listen to what Meng Xiuyuan had to say first.
When Xiao Zhao Min saw this, she felt very happy. In her opinion, Meng Xiuyuan, a kind-hearted young hero, was much easier to deal with than that stinky woman who targeted her everywhere.
"Please, big brother, don't kill me. I can...ahhhhh!!!"
Xiao Zhao Min still pretended to be pitiful, trying to get away with Meng Xiuyuan, but in the middle of her words, she suddenly felt a huge force on her body, a strong wind roared in her ears, and she couldn't help but scream.
Got up.
It turned out that she was suddenly thrown by Meng Xiuyuan, and she flew high and far away.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Looking down at the trees and jungles below from a high altitude, it was the first time in her life that she experienced the feeling of free fall over a long distance. At this moment, little Zhao Min still looked as alert and cunning as before. Her open mouth was obviously filled with airflow, but her throat was still almost full.
Shout out.
A moment later, just as she was closing her eyes and waiting to die, a big hand grabbed her, taking away the force of her fall, and saved her in the nick of time.
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked directly into Meng Xiuyuan's sharp eyes.
Immediately, a thunderous and terrifying voice suddenly exploded in her ears:
"Let me ask you, were those Mongolian soldiers massacring people under your instructions? Did you participate in them? Have you done other things to oppress innocent people in the past?!
Answer immediately and don’t lie!”
Meng Xiuyuan's angry shout used a lot of internal strength. If he hadn't controlled it so skillfully, little Zhao Min would have been bleeding from both ears at this moment and would have been deaf since then.
It was at this moment when Zhao Min fell from the sky and was in a daze that Meng Xiuyuan's angry shout completely penetrated his defenses.
"No, no! I didn't!" Xiao Zhao Min shouted subconsciously with blank eyes.
Meng Xiu saw this. Although he didn't know what she was doing in the military camp, he stopped forcing her and turned to the girl in white next to him and asked:
"Miss Yang, take a look, do you want to confirm it in your own way?"
Meng Xiuyuan knew that the "Nine Yin Manual" he had learned should contain an article on "Soul-Transferring Technique", so he asked deliberately.
The girl thought for a moment, and then said hesitantly:
"No need, with the method you just used, young hero, it is certainly accurate to deal with a child who has no martial arts skills.
It’s just...she is the princess of the Mongols after all, should we just let her go?"
Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this, and thought for a while before speaking:
"I just think that as a child, she has never done anything harmful or harmful.
If we kill her just because of the sins of her father, brother, and fellow tribesmen, how is that any different from the Mongolian Tatars who just slaughtered the villagers wantonly?"
After hearing Meng Xiuyuan's words, the girl in white frowned at first, and then gradually became relieved. And little Zhao Min, who was in Meng Xiuyuan's arms, gradually gained brilliance in her blank eyes, and stared at Meng Xiuyuan silently with her big eyes.