Meng Xiuyuan and Miss Yang ran hand in hand for another quarter of an hour. When they arrived at a quiet and secluded water pool, Meng Xiuyuan stopped on their own initiative.
At this time, the zhenqi he had in Miss Yang's body had just finished circulating for a week, so he closed his palm and gently let go of the other party's warm jade hand.
"Miss Yang, due to the situation these days, I have offended many people. I hope you can forgive me."
Although it was to heal the other person's wounds, Meng Xiuyuan still had to say what he should say after holding the hand of a strange girl for so long for nothing.
That Miss Yang knew the truth, so naturally she would not listen to his words as an apology. She quickly shook her head and said:
"Young hero has always taken good care of me. It's my duty to thank you. If it weren't for your help, even if I was lucky enough to escape the enemy's siege, I might not be able to recover from my serious injuries."
Saying the same polite words without meaning it made Miss Yang feel full of emptiness in her heart.
Meng Xiuyuan's hand was no longer in her palm, and Meng Xiuyuan's energy was no longer in her body. This made it difficult for her, who had long been accustomed to the warmth brought by the two, to adapt.
"Young hero, that little Tartar is no longer here. There are only you and me here. You...can you show your true colors?"
As soon as Miss Yang said these words, she immediately blushed with embarrassment. She didn't know how she said such bold words, but as soon as she said these words, she felt that a heavy burden had been lifted.
Maybe it's because this sentence has been bottled up in her heart for a long time.
"Of course." Meng Xiuyuan had nothing to be ashamed of, so he reached out and pulled off the green scarf on his face, and nodded slightly to Miss Yang: "Wudang Meng Xiuyuan, I have met the girl."
"Wudang... turns out to be Zhang Zhenren's disciple, Meng Shaoxia of Zixiao Divine Sword. No wonder your martial arts skills are so high."
This Miss Yang, it was obviously her initiative to ask Meng Xiuyuan to take off his hijab, but when she spoke at this moment, she didn't dare to look at his face. Instead, she lowered her head and looked at the flowers and plants at her feet.
"Girl, you have lived in the ancient tomb all year round. It is an honor for you to know my name."
Perhaps because he was used to pretending to be in front of Zhao Min all the way, Meng Xiuyuan always subconsciously maintained a polite and polite attitude when talking to this girl Yang.
"How did you know that I was from the ancient tomb?" Although Miss Yang was shy, she couldn't help but ask when Meng Xiuyuan mentioned the ancient tomb.
"Well... I mainly feel it from your set of swordsmanship. That set of swordsmanship obviously combines the lightness and elegance of Jade Girl's swordsmanship with the Taoist true meaning of Quanzhen swordsmanship. In this world, except for your ancient tomb lineage,
There should be no one who knows both swordsmanship at the same time.
Furthermore, girl, your skin is as pale as snow, without any trace of blood. It is obvious that you are like this because you have lived underground without sunlight all year round and practiced the martial arts of the ancient tomb sect."
When it came to martial arts, Meng Xiuyuan naturally started chatting and talked a lot. However, he didn't realize that when he mentioned the part about "skin as pale as snow, without any blood color", Miss Yang visibly pursed her lips.
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She subconsciously touched her face, and then secretly looked at the skin of her exposed arms, feeling a little depressed.
"As pale as snow, without blood... Is my skin color so ugly?" Although Miss Yang didn't say it out loud, she still couldn't help but think bitterly in her heart.
How did Meng Xiuyuan understand how much young girls aged sixteen or seventeen would care about their appearance when facing the person they like?
Although he also noticed the strange expression on the other party's expression, he only felt that he had secretly learned the other party's sword skills, and it was a bit presumptuous to speculate on the other party's origin, so he explained:
"I hope you will forgive me, but I am afraid that I will implicate my master when facing the Yuan court, so I have to act cautiously.
The martial arts of our Wudang Sect are very famous in the world. If I use them, those Mongolians will naturally guess my identity.
I have no choice but to copy the girl's sword skills now to deal with the enemy. I don't mean to steal it..."
When Meng Xiuyuan said this, he paused for a moment. He didn't know how to explain that he had learned the essence of his master's secret skill just by looking at the opponent's sword.
After all, his state of "enlightenment" is so miraculous that it's hard to tell outsiders about it.
Unexpectedly, Miss Yang ignored this matter at all. Instead, she looked at him and asked in a soft voice:
"You...why don't you ask me my name?"
"Huh?" When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he didn't react for a while.
"I mean, you've clearly identified yourself, why didn't you come and ask me my name?
Could it be that you just know that I am a person from the ancient tomb, and don’t you want to know anything about my own affairs?”
Miss Yang's voice was inexplicably a little aggrieved.
"This..." Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt something in his heart. After hearing these words, no matter how dull he was, he felt the girl's thoughts changing over and over again.
Just when Meng Xiuyuan was about to face this fatal emotional intelligence test again after more than ten years in two lives, an uninvited guest appeared, which saved him.
"Who?!" Meng Xiuyuan heard faint footsteps in the forest not far away, his face became solemn, and he immediately turned his head and looked over.
"Humph, boy, you have good ears." A beautiful woman who looked to be about thirty years old and wearing black clothes suddenly appeared in the woods in the distance.
This woman has a similar appearance to Miss Yang, equally elegant and beautiful, but due to her age, she lacks youthful vitality and has more mature grace.
The only bad thing was that the expression on her face was too cold and stern, as if someone owed her money, which reminded Meng Xiuyuan of the Miejie Shitai he saw on Mount Emei.
When Meng Xiuyuan saw this, he naturally knew that she was Miss Yang's elder. He just wanted to go up and say hello, but unexpectedly, she seemed to treat Meng Xiuyuan as if she were nothing. She stopped even looking at him and walked straight to Miss Yang.
"Aunt, why are you here..." Miss Yang was obviously afraid of her elder, and when she saw her in front of her, her voice became a little weak.
"Why am I here? Of course I saw you in trouble and was afraid that something might happen to you, so I chased you all the way here.
Why, after we haven't seen each other for a few days, you already dislike me and think I'm a hindrance to you?"
The so-called "aunt" opened her mouth slightly aggressively, which made Meng Xiuyuan frown slightly.
"Aunt! Don't talk nonsense. This Meng Shaoxia from the Wudang Sect saved my life, and I rely on him to take care of me these days..." Miss Yang hurriedly explained, pulling her aunt's arm because she was anxious.
Unexpectedly, she was immediately grabbed by the sleeves, and harsh words came to her face:
"Humph, I'm really confused! Forget it, there's no point in saying anything more, just go back with me."
After saying that, the woman wanted to take Miss Yang away.
"Wait a minute, didn't you agree to give me some time..." Miss Yang acted like a child when facing people close to her, and tried to shake them off.
"Presumptuous!" After this, the middle-aged woman was really angry. She stared at Miss Yang and said loudly:
"You are so stubborn, but you were deceived by that man?!
Do you still remember how your mother died?
The men outside the tomb cannot be trusted, they are just coveting our beauty and family martial arts.
I also said this to your mother back then. If she had listened, how could she have ended up like this in the end."
The more the woman spoke, the angrier she became. She looked up and down Meng Xiuyuan's body without hesitation, and then said to Miss Yang:
"The more handsome a man is, the more he can deceive others.
Let me ask you, during the days you spent with him, did you have any physical contact with him, or did you teach him our family's martial arts?"
This Miss Yang was also young, honest, and would not lie at all. When her aunt asked her this question, she actually started to blush as she thought of everything she had done with Meng Xiuyuan these days.
After a long while, she hesitated and said: "In order to heal my wounds, Meng Shaoxia naturally has to..."
When the woman saw this scene, she immediately became angry. Without waiting for Miss Yang to finish her words, she left her and walked towards Meng Xiuyuan.
Meng Xiuyuan was not deaf. After hearing all this clearly, he naturally didn't want to wait for the woman to make an attack, so he took the initiative and said:
"Senior, please calm down.
Things happened for a reason. I did learn some martial arts passed down from your family. I don't deny this. I did take advantage.
If possible, I am willing to exchange the martial arts I have learned. I think my master will understand this kind of martial arts exchange..."
Unexpectedly, the woman ignored his sincerity and said arrogantly:
"My family's martial arts is all-encompassing and it's the best in the martial arts world. What's the use of your three-legged cat's kung fu?"
When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, his face instantly became serious. After all, her words had already insulted Wudang:
"Senior, please be careful when you speak."
Seeing this, the woman still did not restrain herself. Even as she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Meng Xiuyuan's shoulder with sharp claws. Although it seemed that she did not intend to hurt anyone, she also meant to use this hand to control Meng Xiuyuan:
"Why, boy, are you still not convinced and want to compete with me?"
Meng Xiuyuan was not related to her, so when he saw her like this, he naturally didn't want to give in. He slapped her with a wave of his hand and immediately opened her claws. The strong wind even forced the woman to take two steps back.
"Senior, I don't know what you are thinking. But I must make it clear to you first. If you do it again, I will not hold back."
Meng Xiuyuan's serious warning not only failed to deter the woman, but instead aroused her competitive spirit.
She ignored Ms. Yang's loud shouts in the distance, "Auntie, stop!" and still insisted on going her own way. She used her left hand as a claw and her right hand as a fist, and struck Meng Xiuyuan with thunderous force.
"Boy, if you have some skills, take a move from me! Don't worry, if you don't hold back, I will show mercy!"
Not to mention, although this woman has some problems, her martial arts skills are really high. The exquisiteness of this move and the strong internal strength far exceed what Meng Xiuyuan had seen before, such as Xuan Ming, Kong Wen and Mie Mie.
Regardless of master Zhang Sanfeng, among all the martial arts masters Meng Xiuyuan has seen in this life, this woman ranks first.
Her fists and claws are obviously the "Destroying Divine Claws" and "Great Demon-Subduing Fist" in the "Nine Yin Manual". These two moves, one hard and one soft, one yin and one yang, work perfectly together in the hands of a woman
Wu Jian, the already impressive power immediately increased several times.
There are probably no more people in the world who can escape, and who can block her move, than the number of people in their hands.
Unfortunately, she met Meng Xiuyuan.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Meng Xiuyuan raised his right palm, flipped his wrist, and the surging palm power spurted out. He immediately resolved her move with his advantage in skill, and even forced her breath to stagnate in her chest.
The woman felt the power of Meng Xiuyuan's palm, her eyes flashed with light, and the moves on her hands became faster and faster, attacking Meng Xiuyuan one after another. But Meng Xiuyuan still used only one right hand to neutralize his attacks one by one.
After more than a dozen moves, Meng Xiuyuan gradually saw his routine clearly, and spotted an almost undetectable gap in his force. Suddenly he swung his palm from right to left, using his unparalleled palm power to simultaneously lead him to punch and claw.
He missed it, and then slapped him in the face with a backhand palm.
"Snapped!"
The sound of the backhand slap was clear and clear, and the woman's face immediately became red and swollen.
"You?!!" The woman had never been so shocked in her life. She covered her face in disbelief for a moment.
"This slap shows that you don't respect my master's martial arts. I will teach you not to say arrogant words casually in the future." Meng Xiuyuan said with a calm expression.
"Ah!!" The woman roared angrily and reached out to hit her again, but Meng Xiuyuan slapped her chest in the air with a palm in advance. She immediately flew out, lay down on the ground and covered her chest, unable to say a word.
Come.
It was at this moment that Miss Yang had the opportunity to take advantage of the gap and insert herself between the two of them, stopping Meng Xiuyuan:
"Meng Shaoxia, I apologize to you on behalf of my aunt, and I hope you will show mercy.
She is not targeting you, she has always been a bit impatient.
She's been devastated since my mother died, and there's something... going wrong here."
Miss Yang said, quietly pointing her finger at her head.
"Oh, that's it." Meng Xiu couldn't help but nodded at the sight, understanding clearly in his heart.
He just felt that the woman's behavior was really out of line, and although her martial arts skills were high, she was impatient and careless in her attacks, disrupting the rhythm of the attack. If not for this, Meng Xiuyuan would not have won so quickly.
Seeing Meng Xiuyuan's understanding, Miss Yang felt relieved. She turned around and looked at her aunt lying on the ground. She knew that she would not be able to stay here any longer, so she could only sigh and said to Meng Xiuyuan in a warm voice:
"Meng Shaoxia, I have been taking care of you for many days. I am abrupt today, and I hope you can forgive me.
I need to take my aunt back to the ancient tomb first. I may have some things to do after that. I don’t know when I will leave the customs again.
Maybe in three years, or in five years, or in ten years, when I get out of seclusion, I will definitely come back to look for you, young hero.
I hope you will still remember me when the time comes..."
After Miss Yang finished speaking, she lowered her head and put something into Meng Xiuyuan's hand, then turned around and walked away with the woman on the ground.
The two of them disappeared into the dense forest in a few steps, and at this moment, the faint fragrance of Miss Yang still lingered in Meng Xiuyuan's nose.
When he opened his right hand and took a look, he found that it was an exquisite silk handkerchief with the word "Yunsu" embroidered on it.
Meng Xiuyuan's heart moved, and he looked at the direction where Miss Yang disappeared, and then couldn't help but pick up the handkerchief and look at it carefully.
But I didn't expect that when I looked at it, I discovered something unusual about it.
Under the sunlight, among the fine embroidery patterns on the silk handkerchief, one can actually see small characters that are no bigger than a grain of rice and are almost invisible.
Meng Xiuyuan focused his eyes and read it carefully. He saw that the first line read:
"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess, so the imaginary overcomes the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the excess. Its meaning is profound, its reasoning is profound, and its interest is profound. It includes the symbols of heaven and earth, the sequence of yin and yang, the expression of change, and the relationship between death and life.