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Chapter 217
In an instant, the three masters who were originally powerful were already lying on the ground.

Such a scene was unexpected by everyone in the field.

"father!!"

Murong Fu was seriously injured, his meridians were shattered by Meng Xiuyuan's compressed zhenqi, now seeing Murong Bo's blood gushing out, he couldn't help but screamed and passed out immediately.

Jiumozhi was slightly better, and he was still able to maintain his sanity.

But when he tried his true energy and wanted to dissolve the palm force left by Meng Xiuyuan in his body, he spit out another mouthful of blood after a little effort, and his chest and abdomen were in unbearable pain like a knife.

Feeling the never-before-seen condensed true energy in his body, Jiumozhi felt a sense of surprise in addition to the pain.

He looked at Meng Xiuyuan who was still in the strong wind with his clothes fluttering, his eyes were full of longing:

"In the world... so there is such kung fu in the world?!"

Hearing the sound, Meng Xiuyuan looked towards Jiumozhi, and the two of them made eye contact. The Great Wheel Ming King was stung by the light in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, and he woke up from his obsession with martial arts.Thinking about his current situation, he was sweating profusely behind his back, so he could only force himself to be calm and said to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Young Master Meng, don't get me wrong.

The little monk came to help, just because he owed old Mr. Murong a favor, and he definitely didn't mean to be against you.

When I see you again, young master, I will definitely stay away..."

Meng Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled when he heard the words, interrupted Jiumozhi nonchalantly:

"Your Majesty does not need to be like this, you are not worthy of death, I never thought of murdering you.

My palm enters the body, you may not be able to bear it in the future, it will be regarded as punishment.

If you want to take revenge, you can come to me again, and I will accompany you at any time. "

Jiumozhi was taken aback when he heard the words, never thought that Meng Xiuyuan would let him go so easily, in a daze, he quickly waved his hands and said "Dare not, dare not".

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan ignored the seriously injured two people who fell to the ground.After all, he is alone at the moment, and he is not afraid of revenge, so he doesn't care about cutting grass and roots like ordinary Jianghu people, but prefers to do things according to his heart.

Immediately, without any hesitation, Meng Xiuyuan turned his head to look at Xiao Yuanshan.

After Murong Bo died, it was his turn.

Xiao Yuanshan himself saw that Murong Bo died at the hands of Meng Xiuyuan, and his 30-year vengeance was suddenly avenged, he was in a daze for a moment, his heart was at a loss, and he didn't care about the murderous look in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes.

On the contrary, Xiao Feng, the son, saw this situation, his body trembled slightly, and he was very anxious.

He has experienced countless battles in his life, and the more powerful the enemy he meets, the more he can inspire the bravery and prestige in his bones, so he has always been able to use the weak to defeat the strong and turn danger into safety.

But it was the first time he felt powerless when he saw Meng Xiuyuan kill Murong and his son and Jiumozhi in an instant, and he couldn't think of how to stop Meng Xiuyuan who suddenly seemed like a god descending from the earth.

For a moment, he could only take a step forward, stretched out his hand to cover his father behind him, and persuaded Meng Xiuyuan:
"Brother Meng, thank you for beheading this great enemy for our father and son.

Just please don't be impulsive and listen to me.

I know that my father made a big mistake when he wanted to kill his adoptive father and adoptive mother.But different from that Murong old thief, his father has not succeeded after all.

If you can trust me, Xiao Feng, from today onwards, I will take my father and other old people north to go out of Yanmen Pass, and live outside the Great Wall for the rest of my life, and I will never set foot in the Central Plains again..."

Meng Xiuyuan had a lot of respect for Xiao Feng in his heart, but he shook his head immediately after hearing this, and interrupted before Xiao Feng finished speaking:

"Brother Xiao, since you went back to Huagu to see it, you should have seen those two graves."

Xiao Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately stopped talking.

Meng Xiuyuan took a light breath, and continued to Xiao Feng:
"The ones buried in that tomb are the juniors of my teacher's sect, who did their best to take care of uncle and aunt during their lifetime.

And my senior brother Wu Yazi also suffered from old wounds in order to resist that attack, and he may have passed away at this moment..."

Xiao Feng heard the words, he understood the meaning of Meng Xiuyuan's words, he knew that there was no room for turning around, he couldn't help but his heart sank, then he said solemnly to Meng Xiuyuan:
"Brother Meng, as long as I, Xiao Feng, survive, I absolutely cannot let you hurt my father's life.

If you have any grudges to avenge, just greet me, and you don't need to worry about the relationship between us.

Since these people were killed by father, they are no different from those killed by me, Xiao Feng. "

While speaking, Xiao Feng sent a voice to Xiao Yuanshan with his internal force, telling his father to leave this dangerous place first, but after waiting for a while, he did not see the slightest reaction from Xiao Yuanshan.

Xiao Feng was puzzled, turned his head to look, and saw that the father who had been silent all this time had a disheartened look on his face, and said slowly:
"Feng'er, that's all, since our father and son have avenged their vengeance, I have nothing else to ask for.

You just let this Mr. Meng do it. "

Xiao Feng was very puzzled when he heard the words, he called "Daddy", but Xiao Yuanshan stopped him with a light wave of his hand, and said softly to him:

"Feng'er, don't need to say much, just listen to Daddy.

Even if I am alive today, where can I go?

Back to Daliao?Or live in seclusion outside the Great Wall?

But what does this mean.

Feng'er, you can go down the mountain, our work is done.

I have indeed done a lot of wrong things these years, and I should die here today..."

Xiao Yuanshan lived in Shaolin Temple for 30 years, sleeping day and night, practicing martial arts diligently, rarely speaking a word or two with others in a year, and only thinking about revenge.

Now that the vengeance has been avenged, although there is a trace of happiness in my heart, it is more of an indescribable loneliness and desolation, I feel that there is nothing else to do in this world, and life is useless.

Seeing this scene, Meng Xiuyuan's murderous intent suddenly decreased a little, but when he thought of Fan Bailing and Feng Asan's innocent and tragic deaths, he was unwilling to let the murderer go.

At this time, suddenly heard a Buddha's call from afar:
"Amitabha, when is the time for retribution for injustice.

Benefactor Meng, since old benefactor Xiao has repented, please don't commit any more crimes..."

According to the reputation, it was the floor-sweeping monk from the Buddhist scripture pavilion floating in, his lightness kung fu was amazing, like sorcery, his body was floating like a kite, and he was there in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan's heart trembled, he didn't have time to think about it, and immediately went to kill Xiao Yuanshan.

Because he knew that at this moment his kung fu was probably still a bit worse than the floor sweeping monk, once the opponent made a move to block him, there was a high probability that he would not be able to kill Xiao Yuanshan today.

"Benefactor Meng, wait a minute..."

The floor-sweeping monk saw Meng Xiuyuan's intentions, and he stretched out his palm to pat him a few feet away.His palm strength is unparalleled, like the light of a Buddha, obviously he has used real kung fu, and he wants to use this to force Meng Xiuyuan to retreat.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was still unwilling to give up. With a flick of the long sword in his hand, with the addition of this "compressed true energy" state, a five-six-foot-long sword light was born immediately, and it was actually the mighty palm of the sweeping monk. All smashed.

At the same time, he stretched out a palm with his left hand, channeled enough energy, and slapped Xiao Yuanshan's chest, intending to kill him with one blow.

"stop!!"

Seeing his father's death, Xiao Feng yelled immediately, and simultaneously cast the strongest trick in "Subduing Dragon Palm" "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" with both palms, and greeted Meng Xiuyuan's palm, the wind whistling in his palm, as if there was a dragon chant.

But the next moment, I saw Meng Xiuyuan's left palm suddenly move to the side, immediately staggered with Xiao Feng's palms, and used "Baihong Palm Power" to bypass Xiao Feng, and hit Xiao Yuanshan behind him.

Xiao Feng did not expect that Meng Xiuyuan could still make such subtle changes in such a short period of time, it was difficult to stop him for a while.

Immediately, only two muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang" were heard, Xiao Yuanshan and Meng Xiuyuan were palmed on the chest at the same time, each vomiting blood and flying out backwards.

"Daddy!!"

Xiao Feng hurriedly chased in the direction of Xiao Yuanshan, and hugged him before he landed.But it was seen that his breathing stopped, his heart stopped beating, and he died of exhaustion.

"what!!!"

Xiao Feng let out a long cry, his eyes turned red immediately, his whole body trembled, he looked in the direction of Meng Xiuyuan angrily, but he saw Meng Xiuyuan also lying on the ground with bleeding from his lips, and there was no movement for a while.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng, who was originally full of anger, suddenly became cold, looked at his hands blankly, and thought to himself:

"I... I killed Brother Meng?!"

Recalling the scene when he did it just now, Xiao Feng remembered that he really imprinted the two most powerful "Subduing Dragon Palms" in his life on Meng Xiuyuan's chest.

In fact, based on the situation at the time, although Xiao Feng saw Meng Xiuyuan changing his moves, although it was too late to stop him, but according to the original "palm without regret" technique that Meng Xiuyuan taught him, in fact, he could completely remove the palm force without hurting Meng Xiuyuan.

It's just that he was so angry that he couldn't care less.

Thinking of this, Xiao Feng trembled all over, looking at his father's corpse in his arms again, he only felt desolate, remorseful and filled with grief, he had no other thoughts.

"Goodness, goodness..."

Seeing the people lying on the ground dripping with blood, even the sweeping monk couldn't help sighing.He immediately turned around to see if everyone still had hope of treatment.

Looking at Murong Bo first, he saw his body separated, obviously lifeless.Looking at Murong Fu and Jiumozhi, although they were seriously injured, they were still breathing, so they did not rush to seek medical treatment.

The next moment, when the floor-sweeping monk was about to walk towards Meng Xiuyuan who seemed to be out of breath, he suddenly coughed a few times and slowly got up from the ground.

"Benefactor Meng is good at work, it seems that we haven't seen each other for two years, and you are quite advanced.

I just hope that you will restrain your killing intent in the future, and don't be so impulsive again.

There is more than one way to be a chivalrous man and to kill people..."

The sweeping monk looked at Meng Xiuyuan whose aura was rapidly growing again, and felt a little sigh in his heart, and couldn't help but admonish him.

Meng Xiuyuan was noncommittal, but bowed silently to the sweeping monk, and then turned his head to look at the tearful Xiao Feng.

"Brother Meng, you...you are not dead..."

Xiao Feng looked at his father-killer and enemy, remembering that he almost killed him with the same palm just now, although his heart was complicated, there was little hatred.

Meng Xiuyuan stood quietly for a long time, but felt that the same thoughts were hard to describe, so in the end he just bowed and saluted, and said:
"Sorry, Brother Xiao, I'm not dead."

Immediately, he flashed his figure and floated down the mountain.

……

Meng Xiuyuan, who came down from Shaoshi Mountain, intentionally avoided the crowd gathered at the mountain gate, picked a familiar path, and went straight to the familiar small village in his childhood.

It was a winter afternoon at this time, and there were few people in the village. Meng Xiuyuan didn't need to hide much, so he went down to the thatched hut where he lived in the past without anyone noticing.

Pushing the door open, although there was a slight musty smell, the room as a whole was fairly orderly. Apparently, Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao had been taking care of the house for him before, and it was not neglected during the two years of vacancy. People moved.

With a wave of his hand, Meng Xiuyuan simply swept away the floating dust on the bed, then sat cross-legged on it, silently exercising energy to heal his injuries.

To be honest, although Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts are high, he is not a god or Buddha. Xiao Feng's desperate two palms just now really hurt him a lot.

At that time, Meng Xiuyuan held a sword in his right hand to resist the palm force of the sweeping monk, and struck out a palm with his left hand to kill a top expert like Xiao Yuanshan with one blow. Even if he had two or three hundred years of true energy from the Northern Darkness, he still didn't have much left to protect his body. .

Under such circumstances, he could take Qiao Feng's two palms and still have the ability to protect himself and leave. Apart from Meng Xiuyuan, maybe there is no other person in the world.

In this way, Meng Xiuyuan lived in the small hut where he lived in his childhood for several days.

With daily exercise, his internal injuries have also improved greatly, and he is almost unharmed.

This morning, Meng Xiuyuan was lucky enough to do some finishing treatments when he suddenly heard a "woo woo" crying from the door. The sound was somewhat familiar, and he couldn't help being curious, so he got up to investigate the situation.

Opening the door and looking, it turned out to be the little monk Xu Zhu, wiping tears while walking along the small road by the side of the village.

Meng Xiuyuan lightly tapped his toes, his body floated out, landed beside Xu Zhu and asked aloud:
"Little Master Xu Zhu, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Zhu was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Meng Xiuyuan, but after the panic, he still hurriedly wiped away the snot and tears on his face, politely saluted Meng Xiuyuan:

"My little monk met Benefactor Meng, I... I'm fine... woo woo woo."

While speaking, Xu Zhu seemed to remember something sad, and started to cry again.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan thought of the way Xu Zhu knelt in front of him and wept bitterly for his mother a few days ago, he couldn't help but feel guilty, he simply invited him to his small room, sat down and talked about things slowly.

Xu Zhu seemed to be a little afraid facing Meng Xiuyuan, but he didn't dare to object to his proposal, and immediately obediently followed him back to the hut.

The furnishings in the room are simple and there is no tea or snacks for guests, so Meng Xiuyuan can only take some dry noodles and fresh water from the night call and hand them to Xu Zhu.

The little monk was simple in nature and was already hungry, so he didn't dislike it in the slightest. He took the food and started to eat sullenly.

A few mouthfuls of noodle cakes were poured into the clear water, Xu Zhu's mood eased a little, and then he began to talk to Meng Xiuyuan about his experiences in the past few days.

It turned out that at the Shaolin meeting that day, after Murong Bo, Meng Xiuyuan and other five people left one after another, in order to protect the reputation of Shaolin, Abbot Xuanci confessed his violation of the precepts in front of the heroes of the Central Plains, and asked his juniors to follow the precepts and enforce the law in public.

A full two hundred sticks killed Abbot Xuanci on the spot, Xu Zhu lost his father since then.

In the next few days, outsiders left, Shaolin monks, led by the new abbot Xuanji, chanted sutras for Xuanci's funeral.Xu Zhu mixed in it in a daze, as if in a dream.

In the early morning today, the new headmaster Xuan Ji found Xu Zhu, gave him a sum of money, and let him leave Shaolin Temple and return to vulgarity.

Xu Zhu understood that this was a last resort for Shaolin Qingyu, so he didn't argue, he just bid farewell to all the familiar masters and brothers, and then came down the mountain.

Walking on the mountain road, he recalled the past few days, first he lost his parents, and then he was kicked out of Shaolin Temple, which was the only place in the world where he grew up.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly appeared in front of him.

After hearing Xu Zhu's narration, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help being silent.

After a while, Meng Xiuyuan asked him suddenly:

"Xu Zhu, I killed your mother, don't you want to seek revenge from me?

Or, don't you hate me? "

Xu Zhu was taken aback when he heard the words, he didn't expect Meng Xiuyuan to ask him this question, he thought about it for a long time, finally he shook his head, and said to Meng Xiuyuan:

"I heard from them that my mother has indeed done many evil things and killed many innocent children.

Mr. Meng hurt her not out of selfish desire, but out of public morality. "

Speaking of this, Xu Zhu paused for a while, looked at Meng Xiuyuan, then continued in a slightly lower voice:
"Furthermore, when is it time to repay grievances?

If I hate Mr. Meng, what good is it, it's just adding pain to us all..."

Hearing the words, Meng Xiuyuan subconsciously looked at the expression on Xu Zhu's face, but saw that he didn't seem to be fake at all, but was sincere.

Recalling what he had seen and done these days, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel agitated, feeling a lot of emotion.

(End of this chapter)