Meng Xiuyuan and Miss Yang ran together for another quarter of an hour, and then arrived at a quiet and secluded pool. Meng Xiuyuan took the initiative to stop.

At this time, the true energy in Miss Yang's body had just been running for one year, so he took the opportunity to pull it away and gently spread the other party's warm jade hand.

"Miss Yang, because of the situation these days, I have offended many people, so I hope I will forgive you."

Although it was to heal the other party, she held a strange girl for so long and still had to say what Meng Xiuyuan should say.

The girl Yang knew the truth, so she would not really take his words as a plea. She hurriedly shook her head and said:

"The young hero has always taken good care of me, and I should thank you. If it weren't for the young hero's help, even if I could escape the enemy's siege by chance, I would probably not be able to heal my serious injury for a while."

Saying the same polite words indifferently made Miss Yang's heart feel empty.

Meng Xiuyuan's hand was gone in her palm, and Meng Xiuyuan's true energy was gone in her body, which made her, who had long been accustomed to the warmth brought by these two, and it was difficult for her to adapt for a while.

"Young hero, that little Tartar is no longer here. There are only you and me here. You... can you reveal your true face?"

As soon as Miss Yang said this, she immediately blushed. She didn't know how she said such a bold thing, but when she asked, she felt that she had put down a burden.

Maybe it was because of this sentence that she had already held it all the way in her heart.

"Of course." Meng Xiuyuan was not shameful. He reached out and pulled off the green scarf on his face, nodded slightly to Miss Yang: "Meng Xiuyuan, Wudang, has seen a girl."

"Wudang... It turns out that he is Zhang Zhenren's disciple, the Zixiao Divine Sword, Young Master Meng, no wonder you have such high martial arts skills."

This girl Yang obviously asked Meng Xiuyuan to take off her scarf, but when she was talking, she didn't dare to look at his face. Instead, she looked down at the flowers and plants under her feet.

"It is an honor for the girl to live in the ancient tombs all year round, and she can still know my name."

Perhaps because she was used to pretending to be in front of Zhao Min, Meng Xiuyuan for some reason always subconsciously maintained a polite and polite attitude when talking to Miss Yang.

"How do you know that I am a man in the ancient tomb?" Although Miss Yang was shy, she couldn't help asking when Meng Xiuyuan mentioned the ancient tomb.

"Well... it's mainly felt from your sword technique. That sword technique obviously combines the lightness, elegance and Taoist true meaning of the Jade Girl Sword Technique and the Quanzhen Sword Technique. In this world, no one in the world except for your ancient tomb lineage, should know these two sword techniques at the same time.

Besides, girl, your skin is as pale as snow, without any blood. It is obvious that you live in the sunless underground all year round and practice the martial arts of the ancient tomb sect, so that you can do this."

When talking about martial arts, Meng Xiuyuan naturally opened up and said a lot. However, he did not notice that when he said "the skin was as pale as snow, without any blood", Miss Yang obviously pursed her mouth.

She subconsciously touched her face, then secretly looked at the skin color of her exposed arms, feeling a little depressed.

"It's as pale as snow, without blood... Is my skin so ugly?" Although Miss Yang didn't say it, she couldn't help but think of it in her heart.

How did Meng Xiuyuan understand how much a young girl at the age of sixteen or seventeen cares about her appearance when facing the person she likes.

Although he also noticed the strange expression of the other party, he only felt that he had learned the other party's sword skills and guessed that the other party was born in this way, which was a bit presumptuous, so he explained:

"I hope the girl will forgive me. I am afraid that I will be implicated in the army when facing the Yuan Dynasty, so I have to act cautiously.

The martial arts of our Wudang Sect are very famous in the world. If they are used, the Mongolians will naturally guess my identity.

Helplessly, I can only copy the girl's sword technique now to respond to the enemy, not to deliberately learn it secretly..."

Meng Xiuyuan said this and paused for a moment, not knowing how to explain that he had just glanced at the other party and used the sword, and learned the essence of his master's unique skills.

After all, his "enlightenment" state is very magical and it is hard to talk to outsiders.

However, Miss Yang ignored this matter at all, but instead looked at him and asked in a soft voice:

"Why don't you... ask me my name?"

"Huh?" Meng Xiuyuan didn't react for a moment when he heard this.

"I mean, you have already claimed your identity, why don't you ask me for my name?

Is it better if you only know that I am a man in the tomb, and don’t you want to know my own affairs at all?"

Miss Yang's voice was inexplicably a little aggrieved.

"This..." Meng Xiuyuan suddenly burst into tears. After hearing these words, no matter how dull he was, he could feel the girl's thoughts.

Just as Meng Xiuyuan was about to face the test of deathly emotional intelligence again after more than ten years of two lives, the appearance of an uninvited guest was considered to have saved him.

"Who?!" Meng Xiuyuan heard footsteps appearing in the forest not far away, his face turned solemn, and immediately turned his head and looked over.

"Hmph, boy, you have good ear skills." A beautiful woman who looked about thirty years old and wearing black clothes suddenly appeared in the woods in the distance.

This woman looks similar to Miss Yang, and is equally elegant and beautiful, but because of her age, she has less youthful vitality and more mature charm.

The only thing that was that her expression was too cold and harsh, as if someone owed her money, made Meng Xiuyuan remember the Master Mie Jue he saw on Mount Emei.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan naturally knew that she was Miss Yang's elder. She was about to come forward to say hello, but she didn't expect that she seemed to treat Meng Xiuyuan as air, and she didn't even look at him, and walked straight to Miss Yang's side.

"Auntie, why are you here..." Miss Yang was obviously afraid that her elder would be a little weak when she saw her coming in front of her.

"Why am I here? Of course, I caught up with you all the way when I saw you causing trouble and was afraid that something would happen to you.

Why? You have not seen me for a few days and you feel like I'm in your way?"

The so-called "aunt" opened his mouth and made Meng Xiuyuan frown slightly when he heard it.

"Auntie! Don't talk nonsense. This Wudang Sect Young Master Meng saved my life. He has to rely on him to take care of me these days..." Miss Yang hurriedly explained, and she was pulling her aunt's arm because she was anxious.

But unexpectedly, she was immediately grabbed by her cuffs and stern words came to her face:

"Hmph, I'm so confused! Forget it, I don't want to say more, go back with me."

After saying that, the woman wanted to take Miss Yang away.

"Wait a minute, didn't you agree to give me some time..." Miss Yang actually got into a child's temper at this time when facing the people close to her, and she threw it away with force.

"Rare!" After this, the middle-aged woman was really angry and stared at Miss Yang and said loudly:

"You are so stubborn, but you were deceived by that man?!

Do you still remember how your mother died?

The men outside the tomb are not trustworthy. They are just greedy for our beauty and family-born martial arts.

I also said this to your mother back then. If she had heard it at that time, how could she end up like this in the end?”

The woman became more and more angry as she spoke. She looked at Meng Xiuyuan without any hesitation, and then said to Miss Yang:

"The more handsome a man is, the more he will be lying.

I ask you, have you been with him these days, have you had physical contact with him, and can you pass on the martial arts to him?"

This girl Yang is also young and honest, and will not lie at all. When her aunt asked this, she remembered every bit of things she had with Meng Xiuyuan these days, and she turned red first.

After a while, she stammered and said, "In order to heal my wounds, Young Master Meng naturally wants to..."

Seeing this, the woman immediately became angry. Without waiting for Miss Yang to finish her words, she left her behind and walked towards Meng Xiuyuan.

Meng Xiuyuan was not a deaf person either. After hearing all this clearly, he naturally didn't want to wait for the woman to attack, so he took the initiative to speak:

"Sir, please calm down.

There is a reason for this. I have indeed learned some martial arts passed down from your family. I do not deny this, but I really took advantage of it.

If I can, I am willing to exchange the martial arts I have learned. I think my master will understand this kind of martial arts exchange..."

But unexpectedly, the woman ignored his sincerity and said arrogantly:

"My family's martial arts are all-encompassing, and it is the best in the martial arts world. What's the use of your three-legged cats?"

Meng Xiuyuan's face became sober when he heard this. After all, her words had already insulted Wudang:

"Senior, please be careful when speaking."

Seeing this, the woman still did not restrain herself. As she spoke, she even reached out to grab Meng Xiuyuan's shoulder with her sharp claws. Although she seemed to be hurting someone without intention, she also wanted to use this hand to control Meng Xiuyuan:

"Why, boy, I'm not convinced, I want to compete with me?"

Meng Xiuyuan had no relatives and no reason. Seeing her like this, he naturally didn't want to tolerate it. He waved his palm and slapped it. He immediately opened his claws and forced the woman to take two steps in a row.

"Senior, I don't understand what you are thinking. But I must explain it to you first. If you want to do it again, I will not keep it."

Meng Xiuyuan's serious warning not only did not shock the woman, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

She shouted loudly in the distance, "Auntie, stop!" and continued to act alone, with her left hand as a claw and her right hand as a fist, and she rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan with a thunderous momentum.

"Boy, I have some skills, take my move! Don't worry, if you don't hold back, I will show mercy!"

Not to mention, although this woman has some problems, her martial arts skills are really high. Just this move, the exquisiteness of her moves and the strong internal strength are far more than the two elders of Xuanming, Kong Wen Miejue and others whom Meng Xiuyuan saw before.

No matter what master Zhang Sanfeng or all the martial arts masters Meng Xiuyuan saw in this life, this woman can rank first.

Her punch and claw are obviously the "destructive divine claw" and "great demon subduing fist" in the "Nine Yin Scriptures". These two moves are hard and soft, and one yin and one yang. They cooperate perfectly in women's hands. The originally great power immediately increased several times.

The people who can escape from the world and block her move may not exceed the number of hands.

It’s a pity that she met Meng Xiuyuan.

"snort!"

With a cold snorting, Meng Xiuyuan stood up his right palm, flipped his wrist, and the surging palm force burst out. He immediately resolved her move with his strength, which made her breath stagnant in her chest.

The woman felt Meng Xiuyuan's palm power, and her eyes flashed continuously. The moves on her hands became more and more rapid, attacking Meng Xiuyuan. Meng Xiuyuan still used only one right hand to eliminate and fight one by one to resolve the offensive.

Until more than a dozen moves, Meng Xiuyuan gradually saw his routine clearly, and seized a gap of almost imperceptible force. He suddenly swung his palm from right to left, and used the power of the world's palm to tilt his punches and claws at the same time, and then thrust his backhand and his palm on his face.

"Bang!"

The sound of the backhand slap sounded crisply, and the woman's face became even red and swollen immediately.
To be continued...