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Chapter 84 Homecoming (2 in 1, Transition Chapter)
The finishing work of Hongmei Villa was progressing smoothly, and Meng Xiuyuan almost didn't need to spend too much thought.

The reason is mainly due to Song Qingshu's help.

Song Qingshu, who was originally devastated, just locked himself in the room and lay down for half a day. When he went out again, he had already adjusted his mood and took the initiative to take over many things for Meng Xiuyuan.

After this change, Song Qingshu not only did not sink, but matured a lot.

Such a change made Meng Xiuyuan happy, but he also felt it was reasonable.

Song Qingshu was born to be a smart and thoughtful person. When the six major factions in the original book besieged Guangmingding, he showed good organizational and interpersonal skills.

In all honesty, Meng Xiuyuan felt that if he hadn't gained more knowledge from his previous life, he would actually be inferior to this little nephew in many respects.

The biggest shortcoming of Song Qingshu in the original book is that because he has never experienced setbacks since he was a child, he is a bit arrogant, has no tolerance for others, and cannot face failures calmly.

As the saying goes, it is a bit "can't afford to lose".

But now, due to the appearance of Meng Xiuyuan, Song Qingshu has extremely rich experience in "failure" and "frustration".

It can even be said that under the ten-year-long saturation blow of forcing Meng Xiuyuan, he can still live optimistically and confidently, which is already considered very tenacious.

If he didn't have a good attitude to face failure, I'm afraid this little nephew would have been autistic long ago.

It is precisely because of this that although Zhu Jiuzhen's incident this time did hit Song Qingshu very hard, but he, who has been "beaten by weather and frost", quickly accepted the reality, deeply reflected on his mistakes, and made improvements.

Specifically, Song Qingshu took the initiative to take over almost all matters such as cross-examination of crimes and verification of each other's testimonials, without Meng Xiuyuan worrying about them.

Moreover, Meng Xiuyuan had secretly observed that Song Qingshu did it very properly and fairly.

Except for Zhu Changling, Wu Lie, and Yao Qingquan, the three chief culprits who have committed many crimes have already been put to death by Meng Xiuyuan, Song Qingshu handled the rest of them very simply.

Especially for Zhu Jiuzhen, Song Qingshu didn't think about the old love either.

Under the joint reports of the servants, maids, housekeepers and even many tenants in the village, Zhu Jiuzhen's killing of many innocent people with dogs in the past has been repeatedly confirmed.

Although he is not very old, he has already done evil deeds, which is naturally unforgivable.

Song Qingshu didn't care about the cruel woman's pleading, and sent her away with a sword.

At this point, Meng Xiuyuan was completely at ease with Song Qingshu, and handed over all the trivial matters to him.

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After resting for another day or two, Meng Xiuyuan packed his things and prepared to go back alone.

And Song Qingshu was left here alone by him to deal with the remaining mess.

After all, the Zhu and Wu families have a lot of property, which involves the livelihood of countless people, so it is not so easy to deal with.

It takes a lot of thought and time to use this property well, use it reasonably, and use it to benefit more people.

Meng Xiuyuan is naturally very happy to have Song Qingshu do such troublesome things.

As I said before, Song Qingshu behaved properly, and after this big change, he has matured a lot, so Meng Xiuyuan believed that it might be better for him to handle it than to do it himself.

Moreover, in the vast Kunlun Mountains, there are not too many powerful bandits worthy of names. Without the Zhu and Wu families, naturally no one is an opponent of Song Qingshu, and no one dares to offend the majesty of the Wudang faction. not a problem.

All the conditions were suitable, so Meng Xiuyuan escaped leisurely and decided to go on the road alone.

Before leaving, Meng Xiuyuan hesitated, thinking whether he should teach Song Qingshu a little of the Nine Suns Divine Art he had just obtained, so that this good nephew could benefit from it.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

After all, such a magical skill has a great influence and cannot be easily disposed of.

Even in the Wudang sect, to be honest, no one except Meng Xiuyuan and Zhang Sanfeng has come into contact with such a level of kung fu.

The Wudang Seven Heroes have been majoring in kung fu so far, and it is still a degraded version of "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu".

So Meng Xiuyuan decided that he should be more cautious, and planned to hand over the "Nine Suns Divine Art" to his master Zhang Sanfeng after returning to the Wudang School, and let him decide who to pass on and who to not pass it on.

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After saying goodbye, Meng Xiuyuan's itinerary went smoothly after he set off from Hongmei Villa.

Walking home with a full harvest, it is naturally different from when I went out, and my mood is much lighter.

Braving the wind and snow, and the sky full of yellow sand, could not delay Meng Xiuyuan's pace.

In just over a month, Meng Xiuyuan had already left the Western Regions and returned to Central China.

On the way, Meng Xiuyuan thought about whether he should go directly to the Butterfly Valley to find Zhang Wuji, and pass the "Nine Suns Magic Art" to him, so that he can quickly learn how to get rid of cold poison.

But thinking about it again, the trip has been more than two years, and I don't know if there are any changes during the period, and I'm not sure if Zhang Wuji is still in Butterfly Valley.So it's better to go back to the mountain and ask the matter clearly, so as not to rush to nothing.

Moreover, to go to the Butterfly Valley in northern Anhui and take Wudang halfway, it is barely a drop-in, and it doesn't take much time.

In this way, Meng Xiuyuan, who made up his mind, asked several times to find his way, and traveled day and night, unwilling to stop. After more than [-] days, he finally returned to Wudang Mountain.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, it was already sunset, and he ran all day on the road without even a single drop of water or rice in his stomach, but looking at the familiar Wudang Mountain, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that the wind was still blowing under his feet, There is endless energy.

Picking up "Ladder of Clouds", Meng Xiuyuan pointed his toes, and he rushed out in an instant, galloping on the mountain road like a sharp arrow.

Every plant, every tree, every stone and every tree on the road, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it was to his eyes.

When the mountain wind blows, it feels like home.

It didn't take long like this, Meng Xiuyuan had just joined the faction, but he didn't expect to hear a loud shout:
"Stop comers!"

It turned out that it was Meng Xiuyuan who rushed into the gate of Wudang Mountain so suddenly, which shocked many young disciples who were doing evening class exercises, and some even pointed their swords at him subconsciously, looking very cautious.

After all, after more than two years of separation, no one expected that Meng Xiuyuan would come back suddenly at this time.Moreover, he was extremely fast, and he was not wearing Wudang school clothes, so ordinary disciples naturally couldn't recognize him for a while.

Only that Lingxu had good skill and was familiar with Meng Xiuyuan all along, so he vaguely recognized Meng Xiuyuan's face from a distance:
"Little uncle?!"

"Hahahaha, it's me, I'm back!"

Meng Xiuyuan finally stood still, regardless of his image as an uncle, he shouted to these little nephews heartily.

"It's really Junior Martial Uncle!" "Little Martial Uncle, you're back?!" "Great, Little Martial Uncle is finally back!"

When the young disciples saw Meng Xiuyuan's appearance clearly, they immediately boiled over and surrounded him in a cloud.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't stop smiling, feeling very proud in his heart, he felt that he was really popular, and after going down the mountain for more than two years, he could still occupy the position of "King of Popularity in Wudang" when he came back.

"Little uncle, you have been away for more than two years. You have agreed to return to Bengbu, but you have still taught me..." It was Lingqing who was rushing to speak. He has the greatest addiction to football, and when he was on the mountain, he always dragged Meng Xiuyuan to teach him how to play football.

"Hahaha, do you still remember this?" Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help being amused when he heard the words.

"Of course, I'm not as good as Lingxu and Lingjun. If I don't learn more tricks from you, how can I beat them." Lingqing took it for granted, not ashamed, but proud.

"You, you, you should practice hard.

Practicing "Tiyun Zong" and internal skills well is more important than learning any football tricks.

Let's organize a game during the break at noon tomorrow, and I will show you in person, what is martial arts in the world is only fast, and it is the same on the court. "Meng Xiuyuan taught him a lesson with a smile.

As soon as this remark came out, it caused another wave of upsurge among the young disciples.

"Great, I can finally play football with my junior uncle again!"

"I want to be on the same team as the little uncle, and I want to assist the little uncle!"

"If I don't come, I will be arranged to guard the goal every time. How can the little uncle kick the ball so fast?"

"Ah, Lingyou, don't you usually practice the closed form of blowing your cotton palms the best? You say that mosquitoes can't get past you, why are you afraid now?"

"You're not afraid of you coming, but you're ashamed to tell me that you haven't even practiced your strength-relieving kung fu well. Let's see if the little uncle kicks your hand off with one kick!"

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After arguing with these three generations of disciples for a long time, Meng Xiuyuan felt that it was almost the same, motioned for them to be quiet, and finally asked about something serious.

"Lingxu, master, how is the old man doing recently, is he still retreating now?"

Naturally, what Meng Xiuyuan cared most about was his master Zhang Sanfeng, so he asked the first question.

"Great Master, he is very good. According to Qingfeng and Mingyue who serve him, it seems that he has realized a lot of advanced martial arts recently.

But a few days ago, Grand Master started retreating again, according to the usual rules, it will take at least one or two months before he can leave the closed door..." After thinking for a while, Lingxu seriously replied to Meng Xiuyuan.

"Oh..." Meng Xiuyuan felt a little regretful when he heard the words. It seems that he will not be able to see his master this time when he returns to the mountain.After a short pause, he continued to ask and answer:
"What about fellow seniors, did you say when you will be back? Everything is going well in Jiangnan?"

Although the martial arts of the Seven Heroes of Wudang are high, the world is dangerous after all, and Meng Xiuyuan has always been concerned about them, fearing that they will encounter treacherous schemes in the south of the Yangtze River.

Like Meng Xiuyuan himself, he has never been peaceful all the way, so he can't help but put himself in the same way as others.

"Successful, smooth. Little Martial Uncle, you did not know that you went to the Western Regions, because of the hard work of Master and all Martial Uncles in the past two years, our Wudang Clan has become famous again.

Everyone in the world is now praising our Wudang faction. A few days ago when I went down the mountain to do some shopping, I heard many storytellers talking about their deeds.

But judging by the time, it should be a few months before I can come back..."

"Well, that's good." Meng Xiuyuan nodded, feeling relieved a lot, and then asked:

"Is there any news from Butterfly Valley? How is Xiao Wuji's cold poison?"

"It has always been good, every three or two months, a letter will be sent back to report that it is safe.

In the letter, Junior Brother Wuji always praised Hu Qingniu's excellent medical skills, his cold poison was well controlled, he didn't have frequent attacks, and he didn't suffer as much as when he was on our mountain.

It's just that Hu Qingniu can't completely remove the cold poison in his body, we still have to wait for you, uncle, to find the Nine Suns Magic Art..."

Meng Xiuyuan felt more at ease when he heard the words, it seemed that he did nothing wrong.

Immediately, Lingxu, who was asked a few questions, couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and suddenly asked Meng Xiuyuan:

"Little Martial Uncle, where is Senior Brother Qingshu? Didn't you write a letter a few months ago, saying that you were guests at the 'Red Plum Villa' together? Why did you come back alone?"

Meng Xiuyuan couldn't explain the ins and outs to him for a while, so he could only say simply:
"Don't worry, he's fine, he's having a wonderful time these days.

It's just that he still has some things to deal with over there now, so I came back first.

I just stopped by to go back to the mountain to have a look. Tomorrow I will take a full day off and I still have to leave the day after tomorrow. "

As soon as Meng Xiuyuan finished speaking, before Lingxu could continue to ask, he heard a complaining voice from a distance:

"It's been more than two years since I got back to the mountain, why do I have to leave again in a blink of an eye?"

"Master?!" Hearing this familiar and friendly voice, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but hastily looked up.

Sure enough, it could be seen that Zhang Sanfeng really came from the direction of his retreat room, presumably he was startled by Meng Xiuyuan's happy shout just now.

Meng Xiuyuan hurried towards him, only stopped when he got close, and bowed deeply.

"Master, this disciple is not filial. I was delayed on the road for a long time, and finally came back today."

While talking, Meng Xiuyuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng's kindly smiling face and felt his nose a little sore.

Immediately, before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly asked:

"Master, I heard from Lingxu that you are still in seclusion, am I disturbing you?"

Thinking that Zhang Sanfeng should still be at the critical moment of accumulating and comprehending the Tai Chi series of martial arts, Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help feeling a little worried.

After all, inspiration doesn't just come when you say it. If Meng Xiuyuan's roar interrupts Zhang Sanfeng's train of thought and delays the birth of this miraculous skill, the loss will be great.

Zhang Sanfeng just smiled when he heard the words, looked at Meng Xiuyuan and said softly:
"You, you, I haven't seen you for two years, but you are separated from the master and student.

There is no time to study martial arts sooner or later, stop today and pick up tomorrow.

On the contrary, you, who just went up the mountain at this time, are you still hungry?
Let's go, I haven't moved yet with the dinner that Qingfeng just brought.

If it’s not enough, let them do some more. Let’s talk about something after you are full. "

Immediately Zhang Sanfeng took Meng Xiuyuan's hand and patted the back of his hand. Looking at the young disciple who had lost a lot of weight due to eating and sleeping often in the past two years, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was not a great master of martial arts or the head of a school.

It's just a grandfather who finally looks forward to his grandson's return home and wants to watch him eat two more bites of food in front of him.

　Necessary transition plot, don't worry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)