Meng Xiu is far from being a murderer, but today, his hands are covered with blood.

After killing the leader and the fleeing people with a few sword qis, Meng Xiuyuan shocked the many bandits present, he was afraid that there would be innocent people who were coerced or forced to be helpless, so he deliberately asked them to identify each other's crimes.

It's a pity that there may be some of these dozens of thieves with poor backgrounds, but they don't have clean hands. Whichever one asks, they are all adultery, kidnapping, burning, killing, robbing, and all kinds of evil, and they should die ten times or eight times.

Meng Xiu saw this, so he no longer had scruples. The sword palms came out, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the entire cottage was killed cleanly, and no one could escape.

During this period, these bandits resisted, begged, repented, scolded angrily, and cursed, but they failed to slow down Meng Xiuyuan's movements at all, until the last thief was smashed by his heart and lungs with a palm in the air, Meng Xiuyuan took a deep breath, and the whole person relaxed.

The air in the cottage was filled with a strong smell of blood, but Meng Xiuyuan felt very fresh when he smelled it, and felt that this was what it would look like after the dirt was washed away.

And Meng Xiuyuan's whole person only felt very comfortable physically and mentally, and even entered a state close to "being at ease" and "the unity of heaven and man".

This feeling was very strange, Meng Xiuyuan once wondered if he was a little psychopathic, or if he had killed too many people at one time and was a little crazy.

But then I felt it carefully, but it didn't seem like it was either.

On the contrary, this experience of inner peace and clarity on the spiritual platform is very similar to the feeling of occasional epiphany when he practiced internal strength on the mountain in the past ten years. Everything is so appropriate and natural, and it is not the way it should be.

Meng Xiuyuan was surprised by this, so after handling the finishing work and rescuing the women who were imprisoned by the bandits, he immediately searched for a hidden cave in the mountains and forests and began to devote himself to research.

He soon discovered that he was in a very wonderful state.

He hadn't slept for a day and a night, but he didn't feel tired at this time. He has enough energy and quick thinking, especially in martial arts cultivation, as if the whole person has opened his mind.

The joints that have been incomprehensible in martial arts in the past, with a little thought at this time, the problem will be solved. In the past, the moves that had been difficult to grasp were practiced a few times, and the effect was much better.

Even those martial arts that he had been exposed to on Wudang Mountain in the past ten years, and saw that the masters and brothers had used them, but he had not really learned and cultivated, they were all like movies playing at this time, and they appeared in front of his eyes one by one.

He practiced according to his memory, and after practicing for long, he gradually became proficient, and even faintly got the charm in it.

Such a magical state lasted for more than an hour.

Until the spiritual light in his brain slowly faded away like a burned charcoal fire, and the surging sleepiness of the waves came immediately, Meng Xiu didn't have time to think about it, he fell to the ground on his back and fell asleep.

……

Such a strange situation, Meng Xiuyuan only regarded it as an accident at the beginning, thinking that it was because he happened to enter the state of epiphany under the understanding of his thoughts, which could not be replicated.

But the subsequent journey negated his conjecture.

He followed the location of the mountain bandits recorded in the manual, all the way to the northeast, until when he left Shu, a total of thirteen gangs of bandits and wickedness who should be killed were destroyed.

Every time he kills these villains, this magical state of epiphany will automatically appear.

After many times, he also figured out the pattern. Even he vaguely estimated that the duration of each epiphany seemed to have something to do with the degree of crime and the number of gangs he killed.

So along the way, the wicked have killed a lot, and the martial arts have also progressed a lot, which can be described as the best of both worlds.

However, Meng Xiuyuan was not happy because of this, but the more he went to the back along the way, the more depressed and silent the whole person became.

Not for anything else, just for all that he saw along the way.

In the chaotic times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, human life was like a mustard, and tragedies were being staged all the time.

Meng Xiuyuan has come this way, and how many wicked people he has killed, he has seen how many innocent people have been oppressed and how many poor weak people have been humiliated.

No matter how fast his sword is or how strong his internal strength is, those bandits and bandits seem to be able to never finish killing, far more than what the shopkeeper Dong told him.

Meng Xiuyuan was born in a peaceful era in his previous life, with a harmonious family and worry-free food and clothing. In this life, I went to Wudang Mountain early and was cared for by my master and brothers.

Suddenly seeing such a cruel world, it was really difficult to accept it in my heart for a while.

So he walked and walked, and gradually deviated from the originally planned route. Everywhere he went, he searched around and asked the surrounding villagers and passers-by if there were any thieves and bandits who were doing evil around.

But gradually, as the chat deepened, Meng Xiuyuan found 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, and most of the time the most treacherous people in their mouths were not the bandits and bandits in the cottages, but more of the local landlords and gentry who were rich and unkind, the unscrupulous people who tried to collect taxes, the local bureaucrats who were mediocre and greedy, the Mongolian soldiers who did not treat the Han people as human beings, and the God God who brought plagues, cold winters and famines.

All in all, if you are just an ordinary person in this world who is powerless to resist, then there are so many bastards around you that you can't live, but you don't know when you will be able to touch it.

I think the reason why there are rebellions in the world at this time should be because of this.

For this reason, Meng Xiuyuan seriously thought about whether he could be like those protagonists of historical online texts, study firearms, do business and accumulate wealth, recruit subordinates, train the new army, and even finally sweep the world with a big wave of his hand, bringing the glory of later civilizations to this decadent feudal society.

In the end, however, it was concluded that it could not be done.

It's not that he's presumptuous, and that doesn't mean he's a piece of waste. The reality is that most modern people can't do such a grand plan without considering the aura of the protagonist.

What's more, Meng Xiuyuan is not here.

For a person like him, he will feel uncomfortable being constrained by others, and it will be troublesome to manage others, and the best thing is to be as alone as he is now, at ease, and dedicated to the improvement of personal strength.

With this kind of character, how can he lead troops to fight wars and govern the country?

Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang is a masterpiece of his generation and an emperor who is diligent and loves the people, Meng Xiuyuan has no intention of competing with him for the world.

Waiting for a few years at most, when he first emerges, to give him some help and tell him about the advanced concepts of later generations is already 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. If you encounter a wicked person, you will kill one more, and if you encounter an innocent person, you will save one more.

I don't want to have any merit in return, I just want my conscience to get by.

……

After thinking things through like this, Meng Xiuyuan's heart was much more relaxed, and then he let go of all the restraints.

Traveling all the way, practicing martial arts all the way, not deliberately looking for the way, where you go, it counts.

After dozens of days like this, he couldn't help but feel that the surrounding environment was gradually becoming prosperous, the number of famous bandits and bandits around him gradually decreased, and the lives of ordinary people were obviously richer than those in Shuzhong.

He inquired and found that he had actually walked to the so-called "Fengyuan Road", that is, near Chang'an City.

And the rolling mountains in the distance are the famous Jungnan Mountain.

Hearing this news, Meng Xiuyuan's mind came alive. The Chongyang Palace of the so-called "Quanzhen Ancestral Court" was in front of him, and he naturally wanted to visit it.

Although the Quanzhen faction is not famous in the rivers and lakes today, in the Chongyang Palace, there may still be some treasures left of the predecessors.

Moreover, the tomb of the living dead is also at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and there are still descendants of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu. There must be a Nine Yin True Scripture inheritance in their hands, but whether it is the whole book or not is unknown for the time being.

Whether they want to help or not, it's time to walk to the door and say hello, and it won't take much time after all.

So Meng Xiuyuan made up his mind, first 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 the next day, not long after passing a rural dirt road, I heard the faint sound of roaring and wailing in the distance.

He hurriedly followed the direction of the sound to find a small village, only to find that it was a group of Mongol soldiers wantonly slaughtering the people in the village.

When Meng Xiuyuan arrived, the village was already covered with corpses and blood, and the only remaining villagers were fleeing in all directions with wails, but where could they escape the Mongol cavalry and bows and arrows.

When he saw this, he couldn't help but feel angry and clenched his fists.

Even if he didn't want to confront the Yuan court now and cause trouble for the Wudang faction, it can be seen that the Mongolian soldiers are acting like a beast, where can he still stand by and watch.

Tearing off a strip of cloth from his cuffs and covering his face, and then hiding the True Martial Sword in his arms, Meng Xiuyuan immediately wanted to rush up and destroy these Tartar soldiers.

Unexpectedly, before he jumped out of the shadows, he saw a girl in white suddenly burst out from the other side of the village in the distance, galloping with a sword, and had already entered the formation of the Mongolian soldiers one step ahead of him.