After the matter was settled, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng each had their own concerns, so they immediately led their families down the mountain and disappeared early.

On the contrary, Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu were in a good mood and had the interest to stay on the Snake Mountain for half a day. They visited the famous former site of the Yellow Crane Tower and overlooked the scenery of the Yangtze River and the three towns of Wuhan below from the top of the Snake Mountain.

It wasn't until noon that the two of them got hungry and had enough fun. They wanted to go down the mountain to find something to satisfy their hunger.

"Little Master Uncle, what did you whisper to Yang Xiao and Leader Yin?"

On the way down the mountain, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be curious and asked Meng Xiuyuan.

"Nothing, I just want to explain to them that I did not get the Holy Fire Order, and based on this, I can infer that someone must be doing something secretly in this matter, causing his Ming Cult to confront my Central Plains sect."

Meng Xiuyuan did not explain it in detail to Song Qingshu, and many key points were left out.

Song Qingshu also heard the perfunctory tone in Meng Xiuyuan's words, and knew in his heart that there must be something he shouldn't know, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently changed the subject, chatting about the scenery on Snake Mountain and some daily life.

Questions left during martial arts training.

The two of them had a good time together, chatting without any contact, and didn't rush on their way. They wandered for a long time before reaching the halfway point of the mountain.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a strong figure dressed as a monk hurried up from the mountain.

Although this man has a fat body, he moves very quickly, his steps are like a whirlwind, and he obviously has very high kung fu.

Meng Xiuyuan and the two saw the monk, and the monk naturally saw them. They rushed not far in front of the two of them, and the monk immediately stopped, panting heavily and asked:

"You two little brothers, have you just come down from the top of the mountain?"

"Yes, master, what can I do?" Meng Xiuyuan nodded.

Although the monk in front of him is dressed a little slovenly and is dirty from being in a hurry, his face is very kind, making people feel friendly at first sight.

"I just want to ask these two little brothers, what can you see on the top of this mountain?

For example, there is a large team of Jianghu people, or there are martial arts masters fighting against each other or something like that?"

Meng Xiuyuan was delighted when he heard this, but he didn't hide it from him and answered bluntly:

"There are large groups of people, and there are also experts from the martial arts world who can compete with each other.

But from now on, this was all an hour or two ago.

At this moment, they have already gone down the mountain."

The fat monk was shocked when he heard this and quickly asked:

"Hey you, are you saying that everyone on the top of this mountain has disappeared?"

"Yes, everyone is gone, only the two of us are left." Meng Xiuyuan said calmly.

The monk looked puzzled when he heard this, pointed behind Meng Xiuyuan and said:

"Look, there are still people coming down the mountain. Why are they all gone? Is this little brother deliberately lying to me?"

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When Meng Xiuyuan and Song Qingshu heard this, they subconsciously turned around and looked towards the mountain road behind them. Unexpectedly, Meng Xiuyuan felt a sudden darkness above his head, and turned around again in a moment, only to see the monk suddenly pull out a large cloth bag.

It was being put on his head.

"Oh, it turns out to be Budai monk, not a master."

As Meng Xiuyuan's indifferent voice came, I felt a pain in my hand and a blur in my eyes. When I reacted, the Qiankun Qi bag had already landed on the hand of the handsome young man in front of me.

"Hahahaha, your Excellency has such a high level of kung fu, it should be Master Meng from the Wudang Clan in front of you..."

I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it, I can’t say that I met a true god today.”

It's unbelievable that as soon as the monk met, Meng Xiuyuan snatched away the treasure. He was not afraid or angry, but burst into laughter.

"Master, you're welcome. How can I be considered a god?

I don’t know how you recognized me, and why did you attack me when we met?"

Meng Xiuyuan first looked at the Qiankun Qi bag in his hand, and then asked with a smile.

He said he couldn't hear what he said, but he still answered cheerfully.

"What's so difficult about this? The young hero said that he saw the masters fighting on the mountain, and also said that they had already come down from the mountain. It was obvious that they were at the scene at that time.

That Yang Zuo envoy never left anyone to watch when he was doing his work.

In addition, you have a handsome appearance, extraordinary bearing, and I can't tell the difference in your kung fu, all combined together.

If you are not the Meng Shaoxia of the Wudang Clan, who can you be?

And now you are standing here perfectly, but Yang Xiao has already gone down the mountain, which shows that he can do nothing to you.

I see that you are only twenty years old, but you have such great skills, what are you if you are not a god?"

When Meng Xiuyuan heard what he said, he smiled slightly and asked again:

"Master was also invited here by Yang Xiao's letter, so why are you so late?"

Unable to speak, he shook his head:

"When I picked up Yang Xiaoxin, I was still in Yuzhou.

In Yuzhou this year, there was first a severe drought and then a severe epidemic. The people were in dire straits and lived a very miserable life.

I led the brothers from the local branch there to kill corrupt officials, distribute food, and make soups and medicines, and I couldn't get away for a while.

When the work was just finished, I rushed on my way as soon as possible, traveling day and night, but I didn't expect that I was still half a day late."

After hearing these words, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel respectful in his heart.

He did not think that the other party was bragging and trying to flatter himself. When he was reading in his previous life, Meng Xiuyuan was deeply impressed by this broad and fat monk who looked like Maitreya Buddha.

After the civil strife in Mingjiao, the two envoys from above and the four great Dharma Kings were not engaged in serious matters. Instead, among the Wusan people, the two monks Shububu and Peng Yingyu were the most ambitious and concerned about the suffering of the world. They have been running around for the people and the great cause of resisting the Yuan Dynasty.

Meng Xiuyuan has always been very respectful and tolerant towards such a person, which is why Meng Xiuyuan could still talk to him with a smile even though he had just taken the initiative to attack him.

"It's just that, if you say it's late, I'm not too late..." It's hard to explain why the master suddenly said this again.

"Oh? Master, do you mean that you are actually running towards me?" Meng Xiuyuan quickly understood what he meant.

He couldn't help but nodded and said sincerely:

"Well, Yang Xiao and us Wusan people have never dealt with each other, so I didn't want to pay attention to him when he sent an unexplained letter this time.

But I didn't expect that in his letter to me, he actually mentioned that Meng Shaoxia would also be there.

In that case, I will come no matter what.

After all, Wei Yixiao is not popular among the Ming Cult. He only has one friend like me. If I don’t come back, then no one will be able to count on him..."

When he talked about this, he looked a little sad, as if he was missing his old friend.

"It turns out that the master came here to avenge Na Wei Yixiao. Do you want to kill me?" Meng Xiuyuan asked still calmly.

He laughed loudly and looked calm:

"It's neither right nor wrong to say that I'm here to kill you.

Wei Yixiao and I have a life-long friendship. Although he did many evil things, he died at your hands in the end.

If I don't come to compete with you, what kind of friend am I?

But who would have thought that Meng Shaoxia's kung fu was so high.

Even Yang Xiao can't do anything to you, Meng Shaoxia, and my Qiankun Qi bag has also failed.

At this moment, it seems more like they are looking for you to die..."

Meng Xiuyuan was delighted when he heard this. He thought it was quite interesting, so he deliberately asked him:

"Then let me ask you, Master, wouldn't you feel a pity if you died at my hands today?

The Mongolian Tatars have not been driven away, and the people of the world are suffering, so you just don’t care and only think about avenging your brothers?”

It’s hard to say that the master wasn’t angry when he heard about this slightly eccentric squeeze. Instead, he joked with Meng Xiuyuan:

"Meng Shaoxia, if you feel sorry for me, then if you take action later, you can just let me go.

Use less force, don't let me die completely, just beat me half to death.

When the great cause of resisting the Yuan Dynasty is completed and the people of the world live and work in peace and contentment, you can come and take away the remaining half of my life."

When Meng Xiuyuan heard these words, he felt more and more that he was a wonderful person, so he smiled heartily and said:

"Hahahaha, okay, Master, I respect your heart for serving the country and the people, and I don't want to embarrass you.

It's just that you insist on avenging Na Wei's smile and want to take my life, so I can't just pretend that this never happened.

Then let's do it like this. We'll fight later. If I can't kill you with one move, I'll just forget about your plan to kill me for revenge today and don't pursue it again."

I can't say that I was a little surprised by Meng Xiuyuan's words this time. Hearing the words, he was stunned for a moment. He no longer smiled like he did just now, but his expression became more serious.

He frowned and pondered for a long time, struggling several times in his heart before finally saying:

"When I traveled around the world, I heard that the Wudang Sect's Zixiao Divine Sword hates evil and often saves people from fire and water.

When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation as a chivalrous man, and I couldn't say that I was equally impressed by him.

If you hadn't killed Wei Yixiao first, then maybe we could still be friends and work together to fight against the Yuan Dynasty.
To be continued...