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After the big competition, Ma Yu summoned Meng Xunzhen into the room alone, and said with a smile: "This time, Senior Brother Qiu relied on your thoughtfulness, junior brother, so that he didn't lose face in front of all the junior brothers and sisters and disciples. ”

Meng Xunzhen shook his head and smiled: "I knew that I couldn't hide it from Senior Brother. ”

Ma Yu is impulsive and indifferent, his mood is empty and clear, his eyesight and insight are far better than his peers, and he takes advantage of the convenience of bystanders, and sees that Meng Xunzhen has shown mercy when he competes with Qiu Chuji.

It turned out that after the two fought hard at the end, on the surface, it seemed that the two long swords were shattered at the same time, and it seemed to be an equal game. In fact, Meng Xunzhen's long sword was only one-third of the previous one-third shattered, and it was already superior to Qiu Chuji in terms of internal force cultivation. But he didn't want to lose his brother's face, so he secretly used his internal strength to shatter the remaining section of the sword body. Things were born between lightning and fire, and he acted extremely secretively, except for Ma Yu, the rest did not show that he had done anything.

Seeing that Meng Xunzhen's face was indifferent, Ma Yu didn't care about this matter at all, nodded approvingly, and sighed again: "It's rare that you understand the Taoist principle of suppressing oneself and obeying others at a young age. On the other hand, Senior Brother Qiu, although he is a cultivator, prefers to gamble with others to win, which is a big violation of the Taoist principle of purity and inaction, and is not what a monk should do. ”

Meng Xun's heart moved, and he had already guessed what Ma Yuyan was referring to, and asked, "Senior Brother is talking about the eighteen-year covenant between Senior Brother Qiu and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan?" ”

Ma Yu nodded and said: "The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan went to the bitter cold land of the desert just for a promise, and did not return to their hometown for more than ten years, and even lost a five-hero Zhang Asheng because of this. I persuaded Senior Brother Qiu many times to take the initiative to admit defeat and have a grudge with the Seven Heroes, and everyone has been good friends since then. How could Senior Brother Naiqiu insist on refusing, and said that he and Qixia have been treating each other with sincerity for more than ten years, although they have not said it explicitly, they have tacit understanding with each other, and they regard each other as friends of life and death. But friends return to friends, but gambling contracts must not be fulfilled. It's not just about keeping your promises, it's about respecting your friends. If you take the initiative to admit defeat, it will only be an insult to the Jiangnan Seven Heroes. ”

Meng Xunzhen smiled: "What Senior Brother Qiu said is not unreasonable. And I guess his thoughts, most of them are still looking forward to the victory of the descendants of the Guo family. At that time, Senior Brother Qiu happily accepted defeat and made the Jiangnan Seven Heroes famous all over the world as a reward for their eighteen years of hard work. ”

"Senior Brother Qiu has this intention, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve it." Ma Yu smiled bitterly, "Not long ago, Zhiping went to the desert to send a letter to the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan on the order of Senior Brother Qiu, and I asked him carefully, the qualifications of the young man of the Guo family are a little suspicious...... cough, it's a little unusual, the disciples of the Seven Heroes are not very knowledgeable, and I am afraid that they are not the opponents of the descendants of the Yang family taught by Senior Brother Qiu. Little junior brother, you are about to go down the mountain road, and my brother wants to ask you to take a trip to the desert and do one thing for me. ”

Meng Xunzhen's face was a little strange, and he asked, "......What does Senior Brother mean?"

Ma Yu said: "After you find the young man of the Guo family, you can teach my Quanzhen Sect's internal strength and mental method as appropriate." When he has the foundation of internal strength, learning the martial arts of several of his masters will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. It's just that this matter has to be hidden from the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. They are all fair and honest heroes, and they will never take advantage of the gambling game. ”

"The senior brother is sent, and the younger brother should obey his own orders." Meng Xunzhen groaned slightly, he really wanted to meet the silly boy who was the protagonist of this world, so he nodded and agreed, and took over this task that belonged to Ma Yu.

After the big competition was Chinese New Year's Eve, Meng Xunzhen spent another half moon on the mountain, and after the New Year and Lantern Festival, he was ready to go down. He was packing up in his room, and had just put a few clothes that he had changed on weekdays into the package, but he saw Sun Buer, a clean and loose person, holding a green cloth package and pushing the door in.

"Senior Sister Sun." Meng Xunzhen said hello.

Sun Buer looked at Meng Xunzhen on the table and packed half of the baggage, shook his head and said, "Little junior brother, you don't need to bring these old clothes." In the last two days I have made two new clothes for you, and I have prepared fifty taels of silver, which I have put in this package. When you're away from home, everything is not as convenient as at home. Food, clothing, housing and transportation, you have to pay more attention to your junior brother. ”

Meng Xunzhen was raised by Sun Fuji in this life, and the two are nominally the class of senior sisters and brothers, but they are no different from mother and son in terms of affection. Now that Meng Xun is really going down the mountain to travel far, Sun Buer naturally has to worry about it for him.

Seeing the faint bloodshot in Sun Buer's eyes, Meng Xunzhen knew that she must have stayed up for several nights in order to sew clothes for herself. He took the package and opened it, and saw that there were two cyan cloth robes neatly stacked inside, with fine and well-proportioned stitches, clearly showing the energy and effort of the sewing man. This situation and this scene suddenly reminded Meng Xunzhen of the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao's popular "The Wanderer's Yin": "The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

"Thank you, Senior Sister Sun!" Although Meng Xun had a thousand words in his heart, he poured into his throat, and what came out was only this simple and slightly choked words.

"Silly boy! What does the family do with these kind words? Sun Buer smiled lightly, tiptoed and raised his hand to touch the top of Meng Xunzhen's head, and then took off the quaint and colorful long sword he was carrying on his back and put it in Meng Xunzhen's hand, "Your sword has been destroyed when you fought with Senior Brother Qiu, so you will take my sword to defend yourself when you go down the mountain this time." ”

"Frost Sword!" Meng Xunzhen was taken aback. He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pulled the long sword out of the sheath a little, and saw that the sword was as cold as a pool of autumn water, and felt a cold air hit his face a few feet away.

Sun Bu'er had the weakest martial arts among the seven sons of Quanzhen, so when Wang Chongyang was dying, he passed on the Quanzhen Sect, a Zhenjiao divine weapon, to her, hoping to make up for his lack of martial arts with this sharp weapon. After Sun Buji obtained this sword, he always cherished it more than his life, and he no longer displayed it in front of people.

Meng Xunzhen was familiar with Sun Buji's temperament, and knew that since she gave away the sword, there was no reason to take it back. Immediately put the long sword back in the sheath, raised his hands high, bowed to Sun Buer, and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, Senior Sister Sun, the junior brother will definitely not disgrace this sword!" ”

Early the next morning, after Meng Xunzhen said goodbye to the seven sons of Quanzhen, he carried his long sword and went down the mountain. He traveled north, inevitably hungry and thirsty all the way, stayed overnight, and came to the boundary of Taiyuan Mansion on this day. This Taiyuan was ceded to the Jin State by the edict of Song Qinzong during the disaster of Jingkang, and it has been poisoned by foreign races for decades, which has caused the people's livelihood to wither, so it is not desolate. After entering Taiyuan City, Meng Xunzhen saw that it was almost noon, and felt hungry, so he found a small hotel on the street to eat. He entered the restaurant and sat down, ordered a pot of wine and a few dishes casually, and ate and drank unhurriedly.

"It's really a sin, and the flower-like girl was born and killed!"

A sigh from the seat caught Meng Xunzhen's attention. He looked sideways and saw two middle-aged men sitting next to him.

But I heard one of them say angrily: "The flower thief who killed a thousand knives has no humanity at all, not only destroys people's innocence, but also kills and abuses corpses!" Counting the young lady of Liu Yuanwai's family, there have been six girls who have been poisoned before and after, and the youngest of them, Miss Wang, is only thirteen years old. I heard that Miss Wang's body was abused to the point that she was not human, and even her intestines were pulled out and wrapped around her neck. When her parents saw the tragic sight of their daughter's body, they fainted on the spot. ”

When Meng Xunzhen heard this, he couldn't help but fill his chest with a wave of anger rising from the bottom of his heart. He lived in his thirties before, and his former youthful spirit had long been exhausted by the materialistic and indifferent world. Therefore, although he has cultivated martial arts in this life, he has never thought of playing the role of a messenger of justice and going around to perform chivalrous deeds. But even an ordinary person will have his own bottom line in his heart. At this moment, Meng Xunzhen felt that the behavior of the flower thief who could no longer be called a human was far beyond the bottom line that he could tolerate.

After finishing the wine and dinner, Meng Xunzhen did not continue to hurry, but found an inn nearby to stay. Throughout the afternoon, he spent the afternoon in his room recuperating his luck and recuperating his energy. In the evening, Meng Xunzhen had dinner and played a set of boxing techniques in the room to stretch his muscles. Seeing that it was completely dark, he took his long sword, quietly opened the window, and jumped out. The man was in the air, flipped a somersault backwards, and landed on the roof. He stood on the roof to make out his direction, spread his form, and swept through the ridge towards a tall building that he had seen during the day.

Tonight is the night of the full moon of the fifteenth, standing on the top of this three-storey building, most of the city of Taiyuan shrouded in the moonlight is in full view. Meng Xunzhen gathered his eyes on the building, used his ears, and observed the situation around him.

The full moon in the air gradually shifted, and Meng Xunzhen heard the sound of the four watches below. Just when he thought there would be nothing to be gained tonight, a figure suddenly swept over the roof in the distance on the left. Meng Xunzhen's spirits perked up, and his arms swooped down from the roof of the building like a goshawk, and he rushed after the figure.

The person in front of him was very good, and Meng Xunzhen didn't want to be seen by the other party, so he kept his distance and fell far behind.

The two of them flew one after the other on the roofs of various buildings in the city for a while, and Meng Xunzhen saw that the figure had climbed over a high wall and sneaked into a very large mansion. He quickened his body to the wall, climbed the top of the wall and looked inside, and saw the figure go straight to the backyard, and found a small building with an elaborate structure, apparently for the female dependents. Meng Xunzhen saw a room on the second floor suddenly revealing a faint light, so he tiptoed downstairs, jumped to the top of the building, and used a "inverted bead curtain" kung fu, hooked the eaves with his toes, hung upside down, and looked in through the gap in a window.

In the middle of the room stood a monk in a red robe with a very ugly appearance. At the feet of the monk were two girls dressed as maids, and their heads were tilted to one side at a strange angle, obviously prepared to use heavy techniques to close the neck bone. A handsome girl curled up on an embroidered couch by the wall, her face pale and her body trembling.

Meng Xun was really furious, he didn't expect that he was just one step late, and this monk injured two lives. Seeing that the monk's eyes were full of burning flames, and his ugly face was full of obscene smiles, he strode to the side of the bed, stretched out a pair of fan-like hands to tear the clothes on the woman's chest on the bed, he didn't hesitate, swung out a palm to smash the window, and pounced into the room with his palm, and the frost sword behind his back suddenly came out of the sheath, turning into a cold green light and shooting at the monk.

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