There is more than one way to kill people when you are a chivalrous person..."

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

Meng Xiuyuan did not comment, but silently bowed to the sweeping monk, and then turned to look at Xiao Feng, who had tearful eyes.

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

Xiao Feng looked at his father-killing enemy and remembered that he had almost killed him with the same palm just now. Although his emotions were complicated, there was little hatred in his heart.

Meng Xiuyuan stood quietly for a long time, feeling that it was difficult to express all the same thoughts, so in the end he just bowed and saluted and said:

"Sorry, Brother Xiao, I'm not dead."

Immediately, he flashed and floated down the mountain.

…

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

It was a winter afternoon, and there were few people in the village. Meng Xiuyuan did not need to hide any more, and walked down to the thatched house where he lived without being noticed by anyone.

Pushing the door open and entering, although there is a slight smell of mold, the house is still in good order. Apparently Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao have been taking care of the house for him before, and it has not been occupied during the two years since it was vacant.

People have moved.

Meng Xiuyuan waved his hand and simply swept away the floating dust on the bed, then sat cross-legged on it and silently performed exercises to heal his injuries.

To be honest, although Meng Xiuyuan's martial arts was high, he was not a god or a Buddha. The two palms that Xiao Feng used with all his strength just now really caused him serious injuries.

At that time, Meng Xiuyuan held a sword in his right hand to resist the palm sweeper's palm, and used his left hand to kill a top master like Xiao Yuanshan with one blow. Even though he had two or three hundred years of Beiming Qi, he didn't have much left over to protect him.

body.

In this situation, he can take Qiao Feng's two palms forcefully and still have the ability to protect himself and leave. Apart from Meng Xiuyuan, there may be 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 at a time.

With daily exercise, his internal injuries also improved greatly, and he was almost fine.

In the morning of this day, Meng Xiuyuan was doing some finishing touches on his exercises when he suddenly heard a "whimpering" cry coming from the door. The sound was somewhat familiar. He couldn't help but feel curious and got up to investigate the situation.

When he opened the door, he saw that it was the little monk Xu Zhu, wiping his tears while walking along the path near the village.

Meng Xiu raised his hand lightly, his body floated out, landed next to Xu Zhu and asked:

"Little Master Xu Zhu, what's wrong with you?"

Xu Zhu was startled by the sudden appearance of Meng Xiuyuan, but after the panic, he quickly wiped the snot and tears from his face and politely saluted Meng Xiuyuan:

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

Seeing the situation, Meng Xiu recalled the way Xu Zhu knelt in front of him and cried bitterly for his mother a few days ago. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so he simply invited him into his small room and sat down to talk slowly about something.

Xu Zhu seemed a little afraid when facing Meng Xiuyuan, but he did not dare to object to his proposal and immediately followed him back to the hut.

The furnishings in the house were simple, and there were no tea or snacks to entertain the guests. Meng Xiuyuan could only take some dry flour cakes that he brought with him and the water brought at night and handed them to Xu Zhu.

The little monk had a simple nature and was already hungry, so he didn't dislike it at all. He took the food and started eating.

After a few mouthfuls of noodles and water, Xu Zhu's mood relaxed a little, and then he started to talk to Meng Xiuyuan about his experiences in the past few days.

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

With a total of two hundred sticks, Abbot Xuanci was killed on the spot. From then on, Xu Zhu lost his father again.

A few days later, when the outsiders left, the Shaolin monks, led by the new abbot Xuan Ji, recited sutras and buried Xuan Ci. Xu Zhu mingled among them in a daze, as if in a dream.

Early this morning, the new head Xuanji found Xu Zhu, gave him a sum of money, and asked him to leave the Shaolin Temple and return to secular life.

Xu Zhu understood that this was a last resort for the sake of Shaolin's reputation, so he did not argue, but solemnly said goodbye to all his familiar masters and brothers before going down the mountain.

He was walking on the mountain road, recalling the past few days. First he lost his father and mother, and then he was kicked out of the Shaolin Temple where he grew up and was the only place in the world to settle down. He couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.

It was at this time that Meng Xiuyuan suddenly appeared in front of him.

After Meng Xiuyuan listened to Xu Zhu's narration, he couldn't help but be silent.

After a while, Meng Xiu suddenly asked him from a distance:

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

In other words, don’t you hate me?”

Xu Zhu was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Meng Xiuyuan would ask him this question. He thought carefully for a long time and finally shook his head and said to Meng Xiuyuan:

"I heard them say that my mother did do many evil things and harmed many innocent children.

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

Having said this, Xu Zhu paused for a moment, looked at Meng Xiuyuan, and then continued in a lower voice:

"Furthermore, when will retribution stop?

If I hate Mr. Meng, what good will it do? It will only bring pain to us all..."

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, he subconsciously looked at the expression on Xu Zhu's face, but saw that he didn't seem to be faking it at all, but was sincere.
Chapter completed!