Since entering the border of Henan, Meng Fan and the others turned to the northwest, and came to Song County three days later, and the goal of their trip was the deaf and dumb valley of Drum Mountain, which was located here.

Meng Fan inquired a little in the county and learned where the Drum Mountain was located. He put the black rose into the space, walked north side by side with Mu Wanqing, and after a while, he stepped on a mountain path, and half an hour later, he came to a bamboo forest.

From here, the mountain road became steeper and steeper, but it was difficult for Meng Fan, he walked forward with Mu Wanqing in his arms, and after a stick of incense, he saw a valley.

The two did not hide their traces, and as soon as they set foot in the valley, a young man dressed in the clothes of a peasant came out of the valley, and he stepped forward to look at the two, but he remained silent.

Meng Fan then remembered the rules for accepting apprentices in the Deaf and Dumb Valley, and immediately hugged his fists and said: "I'm here to visit Mr. Congwen, I'm tired of reporting it!"

The young man thought for a while, stretched out his hand and motioned for Meng Fan to follow, and then stepped forward to lead the way. The three of them walked through the forest path to a wooden house. I saw a big tree in front of the house, and a set of stone tables and benches were placed under the tree, and a short old man stood next to him, looking at them expressionlessly.

Meng Fan stepped forward a few steps and said in a harmonious voice: "In Xia Meng Fan, I have seen Mr. Congwen." ”

Although he reported his home, Meng Fan expected that the deaf and dumb valley was located in a remote area and had little communication with the outside world, so he should not know himself, but before the words fell, Su Xinghe changed color and glared angrily.

As soon as Meng Fan saw his appearance, he immediately guessed that the other party misunderstood that he was Ding Chunqiu's person, but he didn't bother to explain, he directly faced the hut behind the tree, and said loudly: "In Xia Meng Fan, I have come to visit the predecessors of Wuyazi!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he used his internal strength, and he had no reservations, which dazzled Su Xinghezhen's tinnitus.

Immediately, in Su Xinghe's horrified gaze, a low and old voice came from inside the room.

"Xinghe, your guests are coming, you are here to meet!"

Although Su Xinghe was suspicious in his heart, he didn't dare to disobey his master's order, and immediately broke open the wooden house with one palm and motioned for Meng Fan to enter.

Meng Fan was not polite, he pulled Mu Wanqing and walked inside, the house was empty, and when he walked to the inner wall, Meng Fan waved his palm and opened a small door.

When I passed through the small door, I saw that there was another empty room inside, but there was a person sitting in the air. Although Mu Wanqing's eyesight was not as good as Meng Fan's, she already knew everything from him when she came, and at first sight, although she was a little scared, she didn't mistake the other party for a ghost.

"Meng Lang, is this old gentleman the predecessor of Wuyazi you said?"

Mu Wanqing stared with bated breath, only to see that the person in the air had a long beard of three feet, none of them were white, his face was like a crown of jade, there was no wrinkle, although he was no longer old, he was still radiant and elegant. Xindao, after his Meng Lang is old, I am afraid that he will also have such a demeanor.

Wu Yazi followed the prestige, and when he saw Mu Wanqing's appearance, he immediately praised: "What a young and handsome little girl." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Meng Fan next to him again, and suddenly his eyes were happy, and he said with a smile: "What a handsome and chic son." ”

After saying that, he seemed to think of something again, the joy in his eyes faded, turned to regret, and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

The reason for the surprise is because Meng Fan's appearance and temperament are very in line with his standards for accepting apprentices, but it is a pity that Meng Fan's internal strength is not weaker than him, but it is impossible to inherit his mantle and worship him as a teacher.

Thinking of this, Wu Yazi looked at Mu Wanqing again, and said softly: "Little girl, the old man is Wu Yazi, what is your name, and where did you learn this Northern Spiritual Skill?"

With his martial arts knowledge and understanding of the Northern Spiritual Skills, he can naturally see what Mu Wanqing has learned at a glance.

Wu Yazi's expression was kind, and his voice was elegant, Mu Wanqing was affected by this, and also became quiet, and replied softly: "Senior, my name is Mu Wanqing, and my martial arts are taught by Meng Lang." ”

"Shuimu Qinghua, graceful and clear, graceful, good name!" Wu Yazi seemed to appreciate this name very much, and his eyes were even brighter, and he looked back for a few breaths before turning to Meng Fan.

"Young man, who is your master?"

In Wu Yazi's cognition, the only people in this world who can do the Northern Spiritual Skills are him and Li Qiushui, and he has never taught others, so there is only one possibility left, but he can't see the origin of Meng Fan's martial arts, so he has this question.

Meng Fan's expression remained unchanged, his heart moved slightly, recalling his past experience, there is only one master who is worshipping, that is Ning Qingyuan, who is proud of the world of rivers and lakes, although the other party has not taught anything, he is self-taught, but after all, he is his own master.

The thought flashed, and he replied softly: "Under the teacher's surname is Ning, his name is clear and far away, he is no longer in this world, he is an ascetic hermit, he has never set foot in the rivers and lakes, and no one knows it in the martial arts." ”

"Ning Qingyuan?"

Wu Yazi's expression was slightly stunned, and then, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, although the Xiaoyao faction did not show the rivers and lakes, but he knew a lot about the sects on the rivers and lakes, but he had never heard of such a person.

After pondering for a while, he looked at Meng Fan and said, "Young man, can you tell me about the martial arts you have learned." "Since I don't know the name, I can only look for clues from martial arts.

Meng Fan didn't know how the other party's plan was, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said with a smile: "The way of teaching apprentices in Xia En is different from that of other sects, what I have learned since I was a child is mainly based on the truth of martial arts, although I have seen a lot of martial arts of other sects, but a martial art is self-created, and now I am lucky to understand a boxing method, a palm method." ”

"What, self-created?" Wu Yazi showed a look of surprise for the first time, he looked Meng Fan up and down, and he couldn't believe this statement anyway.

"Yes, would you like to taste it?"

Although it was an inquiry, Meng Fan had already made a demonstration. He used the Jade Emperor Fist and the Xuan Ming Palm one by one, and at the same time explained the mysteries without the slightest reservation.

Wu Yazi's eyes were full of brilliance, sometimes admiring, sometimes expressing his own views and opinions, and with the passage of time, this martial arts exercise gradually became a martial arts exchange.

I don't know how long it took, the two of them closed their voices at the same time, and after glancing at each other, they showed a smile at the same time, but they each gained something.

"Xiaoyou is talented, and he can create such martial arts at the age of a weak crown, which is really impressive. ”

In a discussion, Wu Yazi had already been impressed by Meng Fan's martial arts cultivation, so he naturally did not doubt what Meng Fan said. However, in his words, he admired Master Meng Fan even more, and it was a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to see Gao Xian.

Meng Fan knew his own family affairs, changed the topic at the moment, and briefly described his experience of finding the Northern Shengong in Dali Wuliang Cave, and then picked out a few paragraphs of what happened in Tianlong Temple, and described it slightly, bluntly saying that it was to reduce unnecessary trouble, so he borrowed the name of the Xiaoyao faction.

His words were half-truths and half-falses, and there were many loopholes, but Wuyazi's mind was not here at all, and he didn't ask questions.