In the next half hour, Meng Xiuyuan and Miss Yang used their full strength to heal their injuries, while the little Zhao Min fell into silence and never said a word.

Until the girl surnamed Yang was injured slightly better and was in danger of her life, Meng Xiuyuan also guessed that the Mongolian soldiers might be about to chase her nearby, so he slowly took back his true energy from the other party's body and stood up to set off.

The two of them left the cave and deliberately left some debris from Zhao Min's clothes as bait on the ground, and then ran straight to the southeast direction opposite to those villages that were about to be slaughtered.

However, the mountain road was difficult and the internal injuries of Miss Yang were only treated in a hurry. So not long after using the light exercise, her forehead was covered with sweat, her face became pale, and her steps gradually slowed down.

"Young hero, I... my injury has not healed, I am afraid I can't hold on for too long.

You should take this Mongolian princess away first, otherwise I will be a burden after all.

I just stay here and hide. Those Mongolian soldiers are in a hurry to find you, but they probably can't find me."

Although the girl knew that Meng Xiuyuan's cultivation level would be fine even if she hugged her and ran all the way. How could she say such a shameful suggestion?

Thinking that since the beginning, she has always been a burden around Meng Xiuyuan, Miss Yang also has her own pride in her heart, so she naturally couldn't accept it, so she simply proposed not to leave.

Meng Xiuyuan thought about it carefully, but finally decided on her idea and said:

"The masters under this little princess are not easy to mess with, and you may not be able to escape their search.

Don't worry, reach out to me first and take a look..."

"Hey?" Miss Yang was shocked when she heard this. She didn't understand the intention, but she subconsciously stretched out her jade hand.

But unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan actually reached out and held her with her, clasping her fingers tightly.

The girl was so embarrassed that she was about to exclaim, but suddenly she felt a soft and warm true energy pouring into Meng Xiuyuan's hands, slowly flowing in from the acupoints in the palm of her palm, and then circulating throughout her entire body.

"Don't take the initiative to be lucky, don't resist, relax and let it go, do it, do you understand?" Meng Xiuyuan said to the girl.

Miss Yang nodded in confusion, and she naturally trusted Meng Xiuyuan in her heart.

Then, Meng Xiuyuan took Miss Yang and slowly walked forward step by step. With each step, Meng Xiuyuan's true qi in the girl's body would run an inch until the two of them were getting faster and faster, and the true qi would run smoother and smoother in the meridians.

When the girl reacted, she felt the strong wind rushing to her face, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides quickly disappeared from her vision. The two of them were already extremely fast at this time, no less than the speed of using their full strength when the girl was in good condition.

What's even more amazing is that she didn't feel tired or painful at this moment. Instead, Meng Xiuyuan's true energy was running in circles in her body, protecting her broken and damaged internal organs, and a warm and comfortable feeling came from her.

"I slightly modified the healing technique you taught me, from the original joint force of the two true qi to the main focus of my own true qi and your true qi as the auxiliary.

Although the healing effect has been greatly reduced, as long as you do not intend to resist, the exercises can also be run as we move forward and speed up your pace."

Meng Xiuyuan explained intimately, but unfortunately his eyes looked forward to find a way and had no time to look at her.

"Well, the young hero is indeed a savage man..." Miss Yang responded softly.

At this moment, she actually had a lot to ask Meng Xiuyuan.

Ask him what his name is, ask him who he is, ask him why he knows the "Yuzhen Sword Technique" originally created by her ancient tomb, and asks him what it looks like under a facial scarf.

It’s a pity that Meng Xiuyuan was still resisting the Mongolian princess on her shoulders at this time. She couldn’t ask any questions about these, otherwise the identities of the two would be exposed, leaving the sect behind them in danger.

Thinking of this, the girl felt more and more abominable that the little Tartar was hateful and couldn't help but ask:

"Young hero, after we delay enough time and get rid of the tracking of the Mongolian soldiers, how should we deal with this Mongolian princess?"

After hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan had not reacted yet, and the little Zhao Min on his shoulder began to sob.

Then Meng Xiuyuan felt his shoulders wet, and he put the little Zhao Min down and hugged him in his arms, but he saw that he was crying so hard that the pear blossoms were in the rain.

Zhao Min, who is eight or nine years old, is already cute and cute. At this time, she wiped off the black and gray, and two strings of tears were hung on her white cheeks. If others saw it, they would be pity for her.

Only Miss Yang, who was holding hands with Meng Xiuyuan, met her. She was displeased and couldn't help but say:

"Don't pretend to be such a pitiful look. How can we not know that you little Tartar are the most lying.

Young man, don’t be soft-hearted when she sees her so. Although she is young, she is very sensible."

In the second half of the sentence, Miss Yang naturally turned her head and looked at Meng Xiuyuan and looked a little worried.

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head slightly and comforted her:

"Don't worry, I have my own measure in my heart. Be calm and don't disrupt the operation of true qi.

If you think there is something wrong with it later, let’s discuss it.”

When the girl heard this, she had no choice but to nod, expressing her willingness to listen to what Meng Xiuyuan said first.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhaomin felt very happy. In her opinion, Meng Xiuyuan, a kind-hearted young man, was much easier to deal with than the stinky woman who targeted her everywhere.

"Please, brother, don't kill me, okay? I can...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xiao Zhao Min still pretended to be pitiful and wanted to pass the test from Meng Xiuyuan, but she didn't expect that as soon as she was halfway through the words, she suddenly felt a huge force in her body, and the strong wind was howling in her ears, and she couldn't help but scream.

It turned out that she was thrown by Meng Xiuyuan and flew out high and far.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking down at the trees and jungle below from a high altitude, I experienced the feeling of free falling from a long distance for the first time in my life. Xiao Zhaomin didn't look smart and cunning just now. Her wide mouth was obviously filled with airflow, but her voice was still about to burst.

A moment later, just as he was already closing his eyes and waiting to die, a big hand grabbed her, relieved the power of his fall, and rescued her in a critical moment.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at them, and she happened to face Meng Xiuyuan's sharp eyes.

Then, a majestic and terrifying voice suddenly exploded in her ear:

"I'll ask you, are the Mongolian soldiers slaughtering the people, are they instructed by you? Have you participated in it? Have you done other things that oppress innocent people in the past?!

Answer immediately, don't deceive!"

Meng Xiuyuan's angrily shouted, using deep internal strength. If he hadn't controlled it ingeniously, Xiao Zhao Min would have been bleeding in both ears and had become deaf from now on.

It was also taking advantage of the moment when Zhao Min fell from the air and was in a daze that Meng Xiuyuan's angry shout completely penetrated his defense.

"No, no! I don't!" Xiao Zhaomin shouted subconsciously with confused eyes.

Meng Xiuyuan saw this, and although he didn't know what she was doing in the military camp, he stopped forcing her and turned around and asked the girl in white next to him:

"Miss Yang, see, do you need to confirm it in your way?"

Meng Xiuyuan knew that the "Nine Yin Scriptures" he learned should have the article "The Great Method of Soul Transferring" so he deliberately asked.

The girl first thought for a moment, then said hesitantly:

"No need, with the means you just used, you can deal with a child who has no martial arts skills.

But... she is the princess of the Mongolians after all, so did we let her go?"

Meng Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this. He thought for a while before speaking:

"I just think that she, a child, has never done anything bad that is harmful to the world.

If we kill her just because of the sins of her father and brother, what is the difference between us and the Mongolian Tartars who just slaughtered the villagers?”

After hearing Meng Xiuyuan's words, the girl in white frowned first and then gradually felt relieved. The little Zhao Min in Meng Xiuyuan's arms, whose originally confused eyes gradually became bright, and her big eyes stared at Meng Xiuyuan silently.
Chapter completed!