After Meng Xiuyuan had a brief explanation with Qiao Sanhuai, he prepared to leave for Shaolin.

Although Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao also liked the days when Meng Xiuyuan was with them, when Meng Xiuyuan said that he was leaving, he didn't say a word to stay, and only hurriedly helped pack his luggage and prepare his clothes.

Because in their hearts, this little brother Meng has learned a good skill at this time, and it is time to go out and become famous. In order to accommodate the husband and wife and treat them, the delay of several months is quite inappropriate.

Now that Meng Xiuyuan is going out, how can they delay him any longer.

In this way, after having a meal with Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, Shi Qinglu, and Xue Muhua, Meng Xiuyuan didn't say much about parting, and floated out of this hidden flower valley, all the way to Henan.

On the road alone, Meng Xiuyuan did not take the official road for convenience, but walked many forest paths.

But he didn't want to, and because of this, he had just walked out of Wuxi for half a day, and he encountered an unexpected thing.

At noon on this day, Meng Xiuyuan was lucky enough to use his true qi and flew on a remote mountain road. After walking like this for a while, he suddenly heard a faint noise on the road ahead.

There was the sound of horses' hooves galloping, and there were also hoarse and angry shouts.

Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, but he was afraid that something was happening in front of him, so he hurriedly used three more points of internal force, a little under his feet, and the speed went up to a higher level, like a galloping wind, hearing the whining of the wind in his ears, and seeing the trees on both sides passing quickly.

In a few breaths, Meng Xiuyuan turned around the two twists and turns of the mountain road and saw the situation in front of him clearly.

It turned out that on that road, there was a group of twenty or thirty people with shining weapons galloping on horseback, chasing a fugitive in black clothes and black horses in front of them.

The horses of this group were strong, and they were good at riding, so they were still very fast on this undulating dirt road, which was not very wide.

Meng Xiuyuan puffed up his true qi, and it took more than ten breaths to catch up with him.

Looking at the past carefully, I saw that among these twenty or thirty people, there were men and women, old and young, all with fierce faces, and vaguely the leaders were actually two old women with gloomy expressions.

And the one who was being chased in front was a girl in black, who couldn't see her face from behind, but only a slender and slender body, a bush of black hair girl outfits.

Meng Xiu saw this situation and subconsciously felt that this might be a gangster doing evil and bullying the weak. But after all, he was not sure for a while, so he tentatively asked the group:

"Guys, who are you, and why are you embarrassed by the girl in front of you?"

When he opened his mouth, the group of people was startled, and the team immediately became a mess.

These people were all about the black-clothed girl in front, and while they were angrily scolding swear words such as "thief and slut, don't want to escape", they galloped wildly.

How could I have thought that there was suddenly another person on this side.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that Meng Xiuyuan was floating up and down, and he was actually galloping at a speed comparable to the horses under their crotches. What's more, while the young man was running, he could still ask out loud without blushing or panting, and he couldn't help but be very surprised in his heart, just that he had met a master.

However, it is obvious that this group of people is used to being domineering on weekdays, and they rely on the strength of the crowd and the support of the masters in the team, even if they saw that Meng Xiuyuan was young and had good martial arts, they didn't take it to heart, and shouted at him:

"Where are you the little bunny who dares to meddle with our business?

Honestly, you're in the same league as that thief slut?! ”

While speaking, several people who were closer to Meng Xiuyuan actually pulled the reins and galloped towards Meng Xiuyuan, looking at the meaning, they actually wanted to take Meng Xiuyuan down together.

At this moment, I saw that the girl in front of me who was running for her life suddenly turned around, waved her sleeve robe, and simply shot out a few short arrows.

When the girl turned around to shoot an arrow, she briefly glanced at Meng Xiuyuan, and then Meng Xiuyuan saw clearly that the girl's face was covered with a black cloth curtain, and only two eye holes were exposed, a pair of eyes were as bright as paint, and her eyes were full of murderous cold light.

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and even recognized the identity of the other party.

This costume, this weapon, obviously the girl who is being chased in front of her is undoubtedly Namu Wanqing.

After thinking about it carefully, the group of chasing soldiers behind her should be from Mantuo Villa, the filial daughter of Wuyazi who recognizes the thief as her father, Li Qingluo's subordinates.

At this time, it should be the time when Mu Wanqing and her mother Shura Dao Qin Hongmian went to assassinate Li Qingluo unsuccessfully, but were chased and killed by Li Qingluo.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but shake his head secretly, and immediately stopped, not ready to take care of this idle matter anymore.

After all, these two parties were jealous and fought each other for a Duan Zhengchun, and they had nothing to do with Meng Xiuyuan, an outsider.

Mo said that he knew that these two parties were not good people, and even if he didn't know the inside story, Meng Xiuyuan rarely participated in the unprovoked killing struggle between the Jianghu people and the Jianghu people.

After all, if you kill me today, and I will kill you tomorrow, no one is innocent, and I can't explain the reason.

Meng Xiu is far from being a senior monk of Shaolin Temple, and he has no hobby of forcing unrelated people to reconcile.

But at this moment, when everyone in the Mantuo Villa saw that Mu Wanqing suddenly hurt people, they subconsciously thought that Meng Xiuyuan was with her, and even when they heard a whistle, more than 20 people each took out their flying knives and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with unkind eyes.

Seeing this, Meng Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he immediately spoke:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have nothing to do with this girl, and I don't want to mind the gossip of you people.

Just now I was just afraid that innocent people would suffer......"

But before he could finish speaking, the hidden weapon had already been shot indiscriminately.

The green light on the flying knives made by these people was faint, and it seemed that they were highly poisonous, and their methods were even more ruthless one by one, and the flying knives attacked directly at Meng Xiuyuan's heart, throat, eyes, lower yin and other vital points.

Obviously, this shot is to kill with one blow and take Meng Xiuyuan's life.

Seeing this, Meng Xiu immediately frowned, and couldn't help but be a little angry.

He secretly said in his heart, these people were so ruthless, knowing that he had nothing to do with this matter, but they still wanted to kill the killer, obviously they didn't care about human life.

If his kung fu was a little weaker, he would have turned into an innocent dry skeleton on the side of the road today.

So after Meng Xiuyuan thought for a moment, his right hand immediately fluttered and changed, and the ingenuity of "Tianshan Folding Plum Hand" burst forth, making these flying knives that pierced him fly back upside down.

In an instant, more than a dozen of the originally twenty or thirty pursuers of Mantuo Villa were stabbed and fell off their horses, and then disappeared.

There were only a dozen people left, and they were all frightened by the scene in front of them.

They never thought that this "thief slut" would have such an accomplice with such martial arts.

Before they could sort out the situation, they saw that Meng Xiuyuan's figure had already drifted up again. Between the flights, Meng Xiu was far away from his fingers, and the small stones were shot out by him with the fingering method of "Finger Snap Magical Power", and they were shot at the seven or eight killers of Mantuo Mountain Villa who were still alive.

A few black shadows flashed, except for the two old women who were led by them with high kung fu and reacted slightly, the rest of the people didn't know what happened when they died.

For a moment, there was no one on the horseback, and they all lay on the ground.

And Mu Wanqing immediately turned around on the horseback after listening to the sound of everyone landing in Mantuo Villa, and glanced at Meng Xiuyuan with complicated eyes.

Those eyes were as cold as cold stars, and they stared at Meng Xiuyuan tightly for a long time, but in the end, Mu Wanqing did not speak, but turned around and continued to ride his horse and run.

Seeing her like this, Meng Xiu didn't stop her, only shook his head slightly, and then withdrew his gaze.

He didn't want to get involved in this matter, it was those subordinates of Mantuo Villa who killed innocents indiscriminately and wanted to take his life, so Meng Xiuyuan fought back. Therefore, even if Mu Wanqing left without saying "thank you" like this, it seemed a little rude, but Meng Xiuyuan didn't take it to heart.

However, this sudden and sudden episode gave Meng Xiuyuan, who had traveled for many years and no longer remembered the plot of Qingyuan's book, a wake-up call.

The Tianlong world in the Northern Song Dynasty may be a little more stable than the Yitian world in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty. But when it comes to the people in the rivers and lakes, there is no difference, or even worse.

did not maintain the rules on the surface with the six major factions led by Wudang, and replaced the two factions of Shaolin and the Beggars as the leaders, but it made the Central Plains martial arts chaotic, not to mention internal friction with each other, and also harassed and injured many innocent civilians.

If there is an opportunity in the future, Meng Xiuyuan feels that he may be able to do something.

However, these are all later words, he is not a person who is ambitious, things still have to be done one by one, and the most important thing now is to do the things in front of him.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting it, Meng Xiuyuan didn't care about the demeanor of any peerless masters, and immediately collected the silver money on these Mantuo Mountain Villa killers, and led their horses together with ropes, and pulled them to the nearby city to sell them together, exchanging a lot of silver.

After all, if he said that he wanted to provide for Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, he must have saved some money for them. There is no reason to abandon the money that is sent to the door like this.

And the Mantuo Villa, Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay attention to it, but waited for his free hand, and he was ready to take the initiative to meet the niece who recognized Ding Chunqiu as his father.

In this way, when the matter was dealt with, Meng Xiuyuan immediately went on the road again and headed straight to the northwest.

After that, the road was relatively peaceful, and there was nothing to mention. Meng Xiuyuan was in a hurry, and it was only about ten days before he returned to the foot of Shaomu Mountain from Wuxi.

It happened to be dark and cloudy at night, so Meng Xiuyuan simply took advantage of the darkness to sneak directly into the Shaolin Temple.

This Shaolin is known as the world's largest faction in the Tianlong world, and the masters are like clouds, which can be regarded as being in a relatively prosperous period.

But even so, a huge sect is difficult to leak after all, and it can't prevent the infiltration of masters.

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan have been able to visit this Shaolin Temple as their own backyard for decades, and it is not difficult for them to come in with Meng Xiuyuan's skills and stealth skills practiced in their previous lives.

It's just that after Meng Xiuyuan quietly entered the Shaolin Temple, he was a little difficult.

The courtyard of the middle hall of Shaolin Temple, not to mention dozens, one in the east and one in the west, are scattered between the hillsides. Meng Xiuyuan didn't know for a while, how to find the whereabouts of Xiao Yuanshan from it.

Before coming, Meng Xiuyuan originally wanted to search around as much as possible in this temple, if not, then go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and find the sweeping old monk to ask politely, maybe he can ask something.

It's just that now it seems that Meng Xiuyuan, who has been to this Shaolin Temple for three generations, still thinks that this Shaolin Temple is too small. In the vast palace, where can you find the whereabouts of a person who deliberately hides his traces.

Helpless, Meng Xiuyuan had no choice but to advance the spare plan, and simply went directly to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

It was much easier to find a loft than to find a person, and after staying for long, Meng Xiuyuan found the location of the Scripture Pavilion in a corner to the northeast of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

It was late at night, and the lights were still lit in this scripture pavilion, and there were also figures shaking.

Meng Xiu tapped his toes, floated silently to the eaves, and climbed in through the window on the second floor. Looking down, there were only two little monks nodding and dozing off at the candlestick, but there was no old monk in sight.

He immediately had luck in his ears, listened carefully to the movement in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and wanted to find something, but after trying for a long time, he could only hear the heartbeat and breathing of the two little monks downstairs.

In this case, either the sweeping monk is not in the pavilion at the moment, or the sweeping monk's martial arts are indeed higher than Meng Xiuyuan's, and he is unwilling to show his face.

In short, there is no good way for a while, only to wait for this way.

Meng Xiuyuan had no choice but to find a hidden corner on the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and sit cross-legged, refining his true qi while listening to the surrounding movements with his ears alert.

As for the Shaolin martial arts and seventy-two stunts in the Zangjing Pavilion, Meng Xiuyuan didn't take a peek.

First, he didn't want to do the thing of stealing other sects' martial arts, after all, this matter was in the rivers and lakes, and it was much worse than stealing other people's property.

Even if the sweeping monk's attitude in the book didn't seem to care about Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo stealing Shaolin stunts, Meng Xiuyuan himself didn't have this idea.

Moreover, the kung fu of this Shaolin Temple, naturally with a layer of "anti-theft encryption", if you do not read the corresponding Buddhist scriptures to resolve the anger, every time you learn one more kung fu, it is more damage to the body.

When you find out, it's too late.

With Meng Xiuyuan cultivating as Musashi at this time, there is no need to do such a thankless thing.

Therefore, he just meditated in the hidden corner of the scripture pavilion, without any distractions, until the sky was about to dawn, and then quietly left.

For several nights in a row, Meng Xiuyuan sat in this scripture pavilion to practice qi and listen quietly.

Until this night was ugly, Meng Xiuyuan frowned suddenly, and noticed a slight difference.

In his hearing, the heartbeat and breathing of the two little monks who were keeping vigil downstairs suddenly slowed down a few points at the same time, as if they had fallen asleep together.

Meng Xiuyuan knew that such a vision could not happen for no reason, so he immediately stood up, but saw that the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was pushed open, and a thin monk in a green robe walked in slowly.

The old monk's sparse long beard was already completely white, his movements were slow, his strength was weak, and he didn't look like he had martial arts at first glance. But when Meng Xiuyuan listened carefully to his breathing and heartbeat, he felt that he was quite a doorway.

"Dare to ask this benefactor, sit in this pavilion for a few days, I don't know what is going on?"

The old monk was polite, but regardless of the age gap between the two, he saluted first towards the position where Meng Xiuyuan was on the second floor.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan slowly fell from the second floor like a floating feather, and also returned the salute, and then replied seriously:

"Master don't blame, I originally had something to ask about, so I had no choice but to sneak into this scripture pavilion for a few days.

But seeing your deity, I feel that there is more than one thing I want to ask.

I don't know the master, would you like to talk to me? ”