After more than a dozen moves, Meng Xiuyuan gradually saw his routine clearly, and spotted an almost undetectable gap in his force. Suddenly he swung his palm from right to left, using his unparalleled palm power to simultaneously lead him to punch and claw.

He missed it, and then slapped him in the face with a backhand palm.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the backhand slap was clear and clear, and the woman's face immediately became red and swollen.

"You?!!" The woman had never been so shocked in her life. She covered her face in disbelief for a moment.

"This slap shows that you don't respect my master's martial arts. I will teach you not to say arrogant words casually in the future." Meng Xiuyuan said with a calm expression.

"Ah!!" The woman roared angrily and reached out to hit her again, but Meng Xiuyuan slapped her chest in the air with a palm in advance. She immediately flew out, lay down on the ground and covered her chest, unable to say a word.

Come.

It was at this moment that Miss Yang had the opportunity to take advantage of the gap and insert herself between the two of them, stopping Meng Xiuyuan:

"Meng Shaoxia, I apologize to you on behalf of my aunt, and I hope you will show mercy.

She is not targeting you, she has always been a bit impatient.

She's been devastated since my mother died, and there's something... going wrong here."

Miss Yang said, quietly pointing her finger at her head.

"Oh, that's it." Meng Xiu couldn't help but nodded at the sight, understanding clearly in his heart.

He just felt that the woman's behavior was really out of line, and although her martial arts skills were high, she was impatient and careless in her attacks, disrupting the rhythm of the attack. If not for this, Meng Xiuyuan would not have won so quickly.

Seeing Meng Xiuyuan's understanding, Miss Yang felt relieved. She turned around and looked at her aunt lying on the ground. She knew that she would not be able to stay here any longer, so she could only sigh and said to Meng Xiuyuan in a warm voice:

"Meng Shaoxia, I have been taking care of you for many days. I am abrupt today, and I hope you can forgive me.

I need to take my aunt back to the ancient tomb first. I may have some things to do after that. I don’t know when I will leave the customs again.

Maybe in three years, or in five years, or in ten years, when I get out of seclusion, I will definitely come back to look for you, young hero.

I hope you will still remember me when the time comes..."

After Miss Yang finished speaking, she lowered her head and put something into Meng Xiuyuan's hand, then turned around and walked away with the woman on the ground.

The two of them disappeared into the dense forest in a few steps, and at this moment, the faint fragrance of Miss Yang still lingered in Meng Xiuyuan's nose.

When he opened his right hand and took a look, he found that it was an exquisite silk handkerchief with the word "Yunsu" embroidered on it.

Meng Xiuyuan's heart moved, and he looked at the direction where Miss Yang disappeared, and then couldn't help but pick up the handkerchief and look at it carefully.

But I didn't expect that when I looked at it, I discovered something unusual about it.

Under the sunlight, among the fine embroidery patterns on the silk handkerchief, one can actually see small characters that are no bigger than a grain of rice and are almost invisible.

Meng Xiuyuan focused his eyes and read it carefully. He saw that the first line read:

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess, so the imaginary overcomes the reality, and the deficiency overcomes the excess. Its meaning is profound, its reasoning is profound, and its interest is profound. It includes the symbols of heaven and earth, the sequence of yin and yang, the expression of change, and the relationship between death and life.
Chapter completed!