After the competition, Ma Yu called Meng Xunzhen into the room alone and smiled and said, "This time, Junior Brother Qiu relied on your thoughts, so he did not lose face in front of all the junior brothers and sisters and disciples."

Meng Xunzhen shook her head and smiled, "I had known that I could not hide it from the elder brother."

Ma Yu is indifferent and indifferent in nature, has a clear and clear mind, and has far better eyesight than his peers. He also occupies the convenience of the bystanders. He can see that Meng Xunzhen has mercy when competing with Qiu Chuji.

It turned out that after the two of them fought hard, the two long swords seemed to be shattering at the same time, as if they were evenly divided. In fact, Meng Xunzhen's long sword was only one-third of the previous one, and it was better than Qiu Chuji in internal strength. However, he did not want to lose his senior brother's face, so he secretly used his internal strength to shatter the remaining sword body. The incident happened between lightning and fire, and his actions were extremely secret. Except for Ma Yu, no one else noticed that he had made any moves.

Seeing that Meng Xunzhen's face was calm and did not take this matter at all, Ma Yu nodded in praise, and then sighed: "It is rare that you understand the Taoist principle of suppressing oneself and following others at such a young age. On the other hand, Junior Brother Qiu, although he is a person who practices Taoism and nature, prefers to compete with others for victory, which is contrary to the Taoist principle of purity and inaction, and is not something that monks should do."

Meng Xunzhen's heart moved, and guessed what Ma Yu said in his words, and asked: "What the eldest brother is talking about is the eighteen-year agreement between Senior Brother Qiu and the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan?"

Ma Yu nodded and said, "The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan went to the desert with a promise of one word, but did not return to their hometown for more than ten years, which also damaged the Five Heroes Zhang Asheng. Such a promise is so respectable and respectable. I have repeatedly persuaded Junior Brother Qiu to take the initiative to admit defeat and smile with the Seven Heroes. Everyone will be good friends from now on. However, Junior Brother Qiu insisted on refusing, and said that he and the Seven Heroes have been loyal to each other for more than ten years. Although they have not said it clearly, they have already understood each other and regarded each other as a life-and-death friendship. However, friends who belong to friends must fulfill their bets. This is not only a promise, but also a respect for friends. If they take the initiative to admit defeat, it will only be an insult to the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan."

Meng Xunzhen smiled and said, "What Senior Brother Qiu said is not unreasonable. And I guess his intention is mostly to hope that the descendants of the Guo family will win the competition. At that time, Senior Brother Qiu will accept the loss and make the seven heroes of Jiangnan famous all over the world to repay his 18-year hard work."

"Junior Brother Qiu has this intention, but I'm afraid it's hard 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 by the order of Junior Brother Qiu. I asked him carefully. The qualifications of the young man in the Guo family are a little bit...ah, a little bit ordinary. The disciples of the Seven Heroes are not very good at teaching. I'm afraid they are not a match for the descendants of the Yang family of Junior Brother Qiu. You are about to go down the mountain to walk. I want to invite you to the desert and do something for me."

Meng Xun's face was really weird and asked, "The eldest brother means..."

Ma Yu said: "After you find the young man of the Guo family, you can teach me the internal skills of my Quanzhen Sect as appropriate. When he has the foundation of internal skills, he will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort after learning the martial arts of his masters. But this matter is hidden from the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan. They are all open and honest heroes and will never steal the advantage in the gambling game."

"The elder brother is sent, I should obey the order." Meng Xunzhen pondered for a moment, and indeed wanted to meet the stupid boy who was the protagonist of this world, so he nodded and agreed and took over the task that originally belonged to Ma Yu.

After the big competition, New Year's Eve. Meng Xunzhen spent another half a month on the mountain. After the New Year and Lantern Festival, he was about to go down the mountain. He was packing his luggage in his room and putting a few pieces of clothes he had changed on weekdays into the package, but he saw Sun Buer, a Qingjing Sanren, pushing the door in with a green cloth package.

"Senior Sister Sun." Meng Xunzhen said hello.

Sun Buer looked at Meng Xunzhen's half-pack on the table and shook his head and said, "My junior brother, you don't need to bring these old clothes. In the past two days, I have made two new clothes for you, and prepared fifty taels of silver, all of which are all in this package. When you go out, everything is not as convenient as your home. You must pay more attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation, junior brother."

Meng Xunzhen was raised by Sun Buer in this life. The two were nominally the class of senior siblings, but in terms of relationships, they were no different from mother and son. Now Meng Xunzhen is going to go down the mountain and travel far, so Sun Buer naturally wants to care for him.

Seeing the bloodshots faintly appearing in Sun Buer's eyes, Meng Xunzhen knew that she must have been waiting for several nights to sew clothes for herself. He took the package and opened it, and saw two blue cloth robes neatly stacked inside, with fine and symmetrical stitches, clearly showing the energy and hard work spent by the sewing person. This scene made Meng Xunzhen suddenly remembered the popular poem "The Song of the Wandering Son" by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes of the Wandering Son are sewn tightly before leaving, and she is afraid that she will return late. Who said that the heart of a grass can repay the three spring sunshine?"

"Thank you, Senior Sister Sun!" Although Meng Xunzhen had thousands of words in her heart, it was just this simple and choked word.

"Silly kid! What are the family doing for these polite words?" Sun Buer smiled lightly, raised his hand on tiptoe to touch Meng Xunzhen's head, and then picked off the ancient and colorful long sword on his back and put it in Meng Xunzhen's hand. "Your sword was destroyed when you were fighting with Senior Brother Qiu. This time I went down the mountain and took my sword to defend myself."

"Qingshuang Sword!" Meng Xunzhen was shocked. He held the hilt in his hand and pulled the long sword out of the sheath a little. Seeing the sword as cold as a pool of autumn water, he felt a cold air blowing his face several feet away.

Sun Buer's martial arts skills are the weakest among the seven sons of Quanzhen, so Wang Chongyang passed on the Quanzhen Sect's magic weapon to her when he was dying, hoping to make up for his lack of martial arts skills with this sharp weapon. After Sun Buer got the sword, he had always cherished it beyond his life and was easily no longer displayed in front of others.

Meng Xunzhen knew Sun Buer's nature well and knew that since she sent the sword out, there was no reason to take it back. She immediately put the sword back on the sheath and raised her hands high, bowed to Sun Buer, and said solemnly: "Please don't worry, Senior Sister Sun, I will definitely not shame this sword!"

The next morning, Meng Xunzhen said goodbye to the seven sons of Quanzhen, and carried a long sword bag and went down the mountain. He went north to go on the road, and he couldn't help but eat hunger and drink thirsty all the way. He came to Taiyuan Prefecture on that day. Taiyuan was ceded to the Jin Kingdom by Song Qinzong during the Jingkang disaster. He had been poisoned by foreign races for decades, which made people's livelihood decay and was very desolate. After entering Taiyuan City, Meng Xunzhen looked at it almost noon and felt hungry, so he looked for a small hotel on the street to eat. He entered the restaurant and sat down, ordering a pot of wine and a few dishes, and eating and drinking slowly.

"It's such a sin. A girl like a flower was killed by her!

A sigh from the seat attracted Meng Xunzhen's attention. He looked sideways and saw that two middle-aged men were sitting in the seat.

But one of them said angrily: "The flower-picking thief who killed thousands of swords is simply indifferent. He not only destroys people's innocence, but also kills and abuses the corpse! Including the lady of Liu Yuanwai's family, six girls have been killed and killed and abused. Among them, the youngest Miss Wang's family is only thirteen years old. I heard that Miss Wang's body was tortured to the point of being unnatural, and even her intestines were pulled out and wrapped around her neck. After seeing the tragic appearance of her daughter's body, her parents fainted on the spot."

When Meng Xunzhen heard this, he couldn't help but burst into his chest with anger. He lived in his thirties before, and the youth's spirit had long been exhausted by the world of material desires and indifferent human feelings. Therefore, although he has cultivated martial arts in this life, he never thought of playing the role of the messenger of justice and doing justice everywhere. But even an ordinary person would have his own bottom line in his heart. At this moment, Meng Xunzhen felt that the actions of the flower-picking thief who could no longer be called a human had far exceeded the bottom line that he could tolerate.

After eating and drinking, Meng Xunzhen did not continue to rush, but found an inn nearby to stay. Throughout the afternoon, he adjusted his breathing and luck in the guest room to accumulate strength. In the evening, Meng Xunzhen used supper and then used a set of boxing in the room to stretch his muscles and bones. Seeing that it was getting dark, he brought his sword, quietly opened the window, and jumped out. In the air, he turned back somersaults and landed on the roof. He stood on the roof to identify the direction, spread his body skills, and rushed through the room and across the ridge toward a tall building that he had been watching during the day.

Tonight is the full moon night of the fifteenth month. Standing at the top of this three-story building, Taiyuan City, which was covered by half a month of light, was in sight. Meng Xunzhen gathered his eyes on the building, used his ears and focused his attention to observe the surrounding situation.

The full moon in the sky gradually shifted, and Meng Xunzhen heard the sound of the fourth pm clapper coming from below. Just when he thought there would be no gain tonight, a figure suddenly flew past the roof on the far left. Meng Xunzhen was excited, and opened his arms and rushed down from the roof like an eagle, rushing over the figure.

The man in front of him had very good at light skills. Meng Xunzhen did not want to be discovered by the other party, so he kept a distance and fell behind.

The two of them flew over the tops of various buildings in the city one by one. Meng Xunzhen saw the figure climbing over a high wall and sneaking into a very large house. He accelerated his body to the wall, first climbed the wall and watched in. He saw the figure heading straight to the backyard and touched into a small building with exquisite and unique construction, obviously for women to live in. Meng Xunzhen saw a room on the second floor suddenly faintly showing lights, so she tiptoed downstairs, jumped to the top of the stairs, and used a "rolling bead curtain" skill to hook the eaves, hang her body upside down, and look inward from the gap in a window.

In the room was a monk wearing a red robe with a very ugly appearance. Two girls dressed in maids were upside down at the feet of the monk. Seeing that their heads were all tilted to the side at strange angles, they were obviously ready to use heavy techniques to make this neck bone. A pretty girl curled up on an embroidered couch beside the wall, pale and trembling.

Meng Xunzhen was furious. He did not expect that he was only one step later, so the monk injured two lives. He saw the monk's eyes filled with burning desire and his ugly face was full of lewd smiles. He strode to the edge of the bed and stretched out a pair of big hands like palm-shaped fans to tear the clothes on the woman's chest. He did not hesitate anymore, and swung his palm to smash the window. He rushed into the room with his palm. The Qingshuang sword behind him was unsheathed and turned into a cold green light and shot at the monk.

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