The finishing work of Hongmei Villa went smoothly, and it was almost useless for Meng Xiuyuan to put too much effort into it.

The reason for this is mainly due to Song Qingshu's help.

Song Qingshu, who was originally depressed, just locked himself in the room and lay down for a long time, and when he went out again, he had already adjusted his mood and took the initiative to take over many things for Meng Xiuyuan.

After this change, Song Qingshu not only did not sink, but matured a lot.

Such a change made Meng Xiuyuan happy, but he also felt that it was reasonable.

Song Qingshu was born a smart and thoughtful person, and when the six major factions besieged Guangming Ding in the original book, he showed good organizational and interpersonal skills.

Speaking from his heart, Meng Xiuyuan felt that if he hadn't had more knowledge in his previous life, in fact, in many ways, he would not be as good as this little nephew.

The biggest shortcoming of Song Qingshu in the original book is that because he has not experienced setbacks since he was a child, he is a little arrogant, has no tolerance for others, and cannot face failure calmly.

As the saying goes, it's a bit "can't afford to lose".

But now, due to the emergence of Meng Xiuyuan, Song Qingshu has extremely rich experience in "failure" and "setbacks".

It is even said that under the saturation blow of forcing Meng Xiuyuan for ten years, he can still live optimistically and confidently, which can already be regarded as very tenacious.

If he didn't have a good attitude in the face of failure, I'm afraid this little nephew would have been shut up a long time ago.

It is precisely because of this that although Zhu Jiuzhen's incident did hit Song Qingshu very hard this time, he quickly accepted the reality, deeply reflected on his mistakes, and improved them.

Specifically, almost all of the things such as interrogating crimes, verifying mutual reporting and testimony, were taken over by Song Qingshu on his own initiative, and Meng Xiuyuan didn't have to worry about it at all.

Moreover, Meng Xiuyuan secretly observed that Song Qingshu did a very proper and fair job.

Except for Zhu Changling, Wu Lie, and Yao Qingquan, the three evildoers who have been ambushed and punished under Meng Xiuyuan, Song Qingshu has done a very simple job in dealing with the rest of the people.

Especially for Zhu Jiuzhen, Song Qingshu didn't think about the old love.

Under the joint report of the slaves, maidservants, housekeepers and even many tenants outside the village, Zhu Jiuzhen's past murder of many innocent lives by dogs has been repeatedly confirmed.

Although he is not very old, he has already done a lot of evil deeds, and he is naturally unforgivable.

Song Qingshu didn't care about the cruel woman's plea, and sent her away with a sword.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan was completely at ease with Song Qingshu and handed over all the trivial matters to him.

……

After about another day or two, Meng Xiuyuan packed up his things and prepared to set off and return alone.

And Song Qingshu was left here by him alone to deal with the rest of the mess.

After all, the Zhu and Wu families have a lot of property, which involves the livelihood of hundreds of people, and it is not so easy to deal with.

It takes a lot of thought and time to use this property well, reasonably, and so that more people can benefit from it.

This kind of troublesome thing has Song Qingshu to do, and Meng Xiuyuan is naturally very happy.

As mentioned earlier, Song Qingshu does things properly for people, and people have matured a lot after this great change, so Meng Xiuyuan believes that it may be better for him to deal with it than to do it himself.

Moreover, in the vast Kunlun Mountains, there are not too many powerful bandits who can be named, without the two Zhu and Wu families, naturally no one is Song Qingshu's opponent, and no one dares to offend the majesty of the Wudang faction, and security is not a problem.

All the conditions were suitable, so Meng Xiuyuan was able to escape and decided to go on the road alone first.

Before leaving, Meng Xiuyuan hesitated, thinking about whether he should teach Song Qingshu a little bit of the Jiuyang Divine Skill he had just obtained, so that this good teacher and nephew could follow and benefit.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

After all, such a magic skill has a great impact, and it is not something that can be easily disposed of.

Even in the Wudang faction, to be honest, except for Meng Xiuyuan and Zhang Sanfeng, no one has ever been exposed to such a level of kung fu.

Wudang Seven Heroes' major in kung fu so far is still a deteriorated version of "Wudang Jiuyang Gong".

Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan decided that he should be cautious, and prepared to return to the Wudang faction and hand over this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" to his master Zhang Sanfeng, and it would be better for him to decide who to pass it on and who not to pass it on.

……

Without saying a word, after Meng Xiuyuan set off from Hongmei Villa, the trip was very smooth.

Walking home with a full harvest is naturally different from when I go out, and the mood is much lighter.

The wind and snow and the yellow sand covered the sky failed to delay Meng Xiuyuan's pace.

In just over a month, Meng Xiuyuan had already left the Western Regions and returned to Middle-earth.

On the way, Meng Xiuyuan thought about whether he should go directly to the Butterfly Valley to find Zhang Wuji and pass on this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" to him, so that he could learn to remove cold poison quickly.

But after thinking about it again, the line has been going on for more than two years, and I don't know if there have been any changes in the meantime, and I'm not sure if that Zhang Wuji is still in Butterfly Valley. So it's better to go back to the mountain and ask things clearly, so as not to pounce on you.

And if you want to go to the Butterfly Valley in northern Anhui, you can take Wudang halfway, which is barely a stop, and it doesn't take too much time.

In this way, Meng Xiuyuan, who had made up his mind, asked for the way several times, traveled day and night, unwilling to stop, and after more than 20 days, he finally returned to Wudang Mountain.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already sunset, and he ran all his way on the road for a day, not even a little water and rice in his stomach, but looking at this familiar Wudang Mountain, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that there was still wind under his feet, and he had inexhaustible strength.

Transporting "Tiyun Zong", Meng Xiu hiked a little bit, and the whole person ran out in an instant, galloping on the mountain road like a sharp arrow.

On the road, there was a grass, a tree, a stone, and a tree, and Meng Xiuyuan only felt that the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye.

When the mountain breeze blows, it is the taste of home.

It didn't take long for Meng Xiuyuan to enter the faction, but he didn't expect to hear a loud shout:

"Stop!"

It turned out that Meng Xiuyuan suddenly rushed into the gate of Wudang Mountain like this, which shocked many of the young disciples who were doing evening exercises, and some even subconsciously raised their swords and pointed at him, looking very cautious.

After all, after more than two years, no one expected that Meng Xiuyuan would suddenly come back at this time. Moreover, he was extremely fast, and he was not wearing the clothes of the Wudang Sect, so ordinary disciples naturally couldn't recognize him for a while.

Only the spirit void skill is good, and he has always been familiar with Meng Xiuyuan, and he recognized Meng Xiuyuan's face from afar:

"Uncle Junior?!"

"Hahahaha, it's me, I'm back!"

Meng Xiuyuan finally stood still, and regardless of his image as a senior uncle, he shouted to these little nephews very happily in his heart.

"It's really Uncle Xiaoshi!" "Uncle Junior, are you back?!" "Great, Uncle Xiao is finally back!"

When the junior disciples saw Meng Xiuyuan's appearance clearly, they boiled over and surrounded him in a dark way.

Meng Xiuyuan couldn't stop smiling when he saw this, and he was very proud in his heart, feeling that he was really popular, and he had been down the mountain for more than two years, and he could still occupy the status of this "popular king of Wudang" when he came back.

"Uncle Xiao, you have been gone for more than two years, and you said that you would go around Bengbu, but you still teach it to me......" It was Lingqing who rushed to speak, among the disciples in the mountains, he was the most addicted to playing football, and when he was in the mountains, he always pulled Meng Xiuyuan to teach him to play football.

"Hahaha, do you remember this?" Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but be happy when he heard this.

"Of course, my kung fu is not as good as Lingxu and Lingjun, if I don't learn more tricks from you, how can I beat them." Lingqing looked like a matter of course, not ashamed, but proud.

"You, you, let's practice hard.

Practicing "Tiyun Zong" and internal skills well is more important than learning any kicking tricks.

Let's organize a game during the lunch break tomorrow, and I'll show you in person, what is the world's martial arts that are only fast and unbreakable, and it's the same on the court. Meng Xiuyuan smiled and lectured him.

As soon as these words came out, it caused another wave of enthusiasm among the young disciples in an instant.

"It's great, I can finally play football with Uncle Xiao again!"

"I want to be on a team with Uncle Junior, and I want to assist Uncle Junior!"

"I don't come, every time I am arranged to guard the goal, how can I keep the ball kicked by Uncle Xiao so fast."

"Ah, Lingyou, don't you usually blow your own cotton palms to practice the best closed style, saying that mosquitoes can't get past you, why are you afraid now?"

"You're not afraid of you coming, I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't even practiced the unloading kung fu well, let's see if Uncle Xiao will kick your hands off with one ball!"

……

……

After arguing with these three generations of disciples for a long time, Meng Xiuyuan felt that it was almost the same, and motioned for them to be quiet, and then finally asked about business.

"Lingxu, how is Master's old man lately, are you still in retreat?"

Meng Xiuyuan's heart was naturally most concerned about his master Zhang Sanfeng, so he asked the first thing he asked.

"Master Tai, he's very good, listening to Qingfeng and Mingyue who served him, he seems to have realized a lot of advanced martial arts recently.

However, a few days ago, Master Tai and he started retreat again, according to the usual rules, it will be at least a month or two before he can get out of the customs......" After thinking about it, Lingxu replied to Meng Xiuyuan seriously.

"Oh......" Meng Xiuyuan was a little regretful when he heard this, it seemed that he should not be able to see his master when he returned to the mountain this time. After a pause, he continued:

"What about the senior brothers, do you say when you will come back? Is everything going well on the Gangnam side? ”

Although the martial arts of the Wudang Seven Heroes are high, after all, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and Meng Xiuyuan has always been worried about them in his heart, afraid that they will encounter traitors and calculations in the south of the Yangtze River.

Like Meng Xiuyuan, he has come all the way, but it has not been peaceful, so he naturally can't help but push himself and others.

"Smooth, smooth. Uncle Xiao, you don't know if you have gone to the Western Regions, because of the hard work of Master and all the uncles in the past two years, our Wudang Sect has become very famous again.

The rivers and lakes are now praising our Wudang faction, a few days ago I went down the mountain to buy, and I heard a lot of storytellers talking about their deeds.

But judging by the time, it should be a few months before I can come back......"

"Well, that's fine." Meng Xiuyuan nodded, feeling a lot more relieved, and then asked:

"Is there any news from Butterfly Valley, how is the cold poison on Xiao Wuji's body?"

"It's been good, every three or two months, I'll send a letter back to report safety.

In the letter, Wuji always praised Hu Qingniu's medical skills, his cold poison was well controlled, he didn't attack very often, and he didn't suffer as much as when he was in our mountains.

It's just that Hu Qingniu can't completely remove the cold poison from his body, so he still has to wait for Uncle Shi to find the Jiuyang Divine Skill......"

Meng Xiuyuan's heart was a little more stable when he heard this, and it seemed that he had indeed made no mistake.

Immediately, Lingxu, who had been asked a few questions in a row, couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth to ask Meng Xiuyuan rhetorically:

"Little Uncle, what about Senior Brother Qingshu? Didn't you write a few months ago, saying that you were a guest at the 'Red Plum Villa' together, why did you come back alone? ”

Meng Xiuyuan couldn't explain the ins and outs of this to him for a while, so he could only say simply:

"Don't worry, he's fine, he's having a wonderful time these days.

It's just that he still has some things to attend to there, so I'll come back first.

I'm just going back to the mountains to have a look, and I'll rest for a day tomorrow, and I'll have to leave the day after tomorrow. ”

As soon as Meng Xiuyuan's words fell, before Lingxu could continue to ask, he heard a somewhat complaining voice in the distance:

"It's been more than two years before I got back to the mountain, why do I have to leave again in a blink of an eye?"

"Master?!" Meng Xiuyuan heard this familiar and cordial voice, and couldn't help but hurriedly look up.

Sure enough, he saw that it was really Zhang Sanfeng walking from the direction of his retreat room, thinking that he was startled by Meng Xiuyuan's happy shout just now.

Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly ran towards him, and only stopped when he got close and bowed deeply.

"Master, the apprentice is not filial, and I was delayed for a long time on the road, but I finally came back today."

While speaking, Meng Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng's kind smiling face, and only felt that his nose was a little sour.

Immediately, before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly asked:

"Master, I heard Lingxu say that you are still in retreat, am I disturbing you?"

Thinking that Zhang Sanfeng should still be at the critical time of accumulating and comprehending the Tai Chi series of martial arts, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but be a little worried.

After all, inspiration doesn't come just as it is, if it is because of Meng Xiuyuan's roar, Zhang Sanfeng's train of thought is interrupted, and this miracle is delayed, then the loss will be great.

Zhang Sanfeng just smiled when he heard this, looked at Meng Xiuyuan and said softly:

"You, you, I haven't seen you for two years, but you have separated from Master.

If you study martial arts, you will stop today and pick it up tomorrow.

On the contrary, you only went up the mountain at this time, and you are still hungry, right?

Let's go, I have a breeze just delivered dinner, and I haven't moved yet.

It's not enough for them to do something, and we'll talk about it when you're full. ”

Immediately, Zhang Sanfeng took Meng Xiuyuan's hand and patted the back of his hand, looking at the little disciple who had lost a lot of weight in the past two years because of frequent meals and sleeping, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was not a great martial arts master or the head of a faction.

It's just a grandfather who finally looks forward to his grandson's coming home and wants to watch him eat two more bites of food in person.