"this……"

Meng Xiuyuan's pulse-diagnosing hand trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his head with a very strange look on his face.

"Brother Meng, what's wrong? What's wrong with your mother's health?!"

Qiao Sanhuai was worried about his daughter-in-law and asked quickly when he saw this.

Aunt Qiao knew that Meng Xiuyuan was very capable, and when she saw him with such an expression, she just thought that something was wrong with her, and she couldn't help but frown.

However, she has a tenacious personality and was not overwhelmed by the bad news. She just took a deep breath and said to Meng Xiuyuan:

"Brother Meng, if you have anything to do with me, just say it.

Under your care, I have lived a comfortable life for so many years, which is a blessing that I should not have in my life.

Even if I die right now, I have no regrets..."

Before Aunt Qiao could finish her words, Meng Xiuyuan shook her head solemnly and interrupted:

"Aunt Qiao, don't worry, it's not a bad thing.

On the contrary, this is a great good thing..."

While speaking, Meng Xiuyuan paused for a moment, first looked at Aunt Qiao, then turned to look at Uncle Qiao with a smile, and finally bared his teeth and said:

"Auntie, your pulse is slippery, like a running pearl, but it's your happy pulse!

Congratulations!"

…

More than a month later, Meng Xiuyuan said goodbye to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife and left the Evergreen Valley.

Originally, he wanted to wait a few more months to see that Aunt Qiao and her son were safe before leaving.

However, according to the old village chief Mu Zeng, in this valley for thousands of years, there has never been a pregnant woman or any problem during childbirth. Every child was born smoothly and healthily.

Therefore, after Meng Xiuyuan used his true energy to comb Aunt Qiao's meridians many times, he didn't stay any longer.

Seeing the couple looking forward to the happy state of raising children in the future every day, Meng Xiuyuan felt happy for them and felt relaxed all over.

It's just that the biggest concern in this world has been completely let go.

After that, Meng Xiuyuan went to visit Zhong Ling in the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities in Dali. He played with the innocent and lovely girl for a few days and said goodbye seriously.

Then he returned to the Central Plains, summoned the remaining six of the eight friends of Hangu, and taught many martial arts to these good nephews who treated him sincerely.

After all this was done, Meng Xiuyuan went up to Shaoshi Mountain alone on a crisp and sunny day in autumn.

As his body swayed, Meng Xiuyuan turned into a blue shadow. Without deliberately hiding his traces, he silently jumped into the Shaolin Temple and entered the Sutra Pavilion. No one noticed his figure at all.

"Master, excuse me."

Different from last time, as soon as Meng Xiuyuan entered the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, he had noticed the aura of the sweeping monk, and immediately used his internal power to convey his voice and spoke politely to him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Amitabha. Donor Meng, I haven't seen you for a few months, but you are very different..."

I wonder why you came to see me?"

The sweeping monk walked out slowly, his eyes looking at Meng Xiuyuan, but it was hard to be as calm as before.

"Master, why do you need to ask questions when you know clearly?"

Meng Xiuyuan smiled slightly, and his true energy was slightly revealed.

"That's good, that's right. Benefactor Meng is devoted to martial arts, and his kung fu has made great progress at the moment. He naturally came to see me to learn from each other...

I also ask the benefactor to come with me, this scripture-storing pavilion cannot withstand our torment at this moment."

As he spoke, the sweeping monk immediately ducked out of the window, flying like a kite without leaving any trace. Meng Xiuyuan followed closely, and not long after, the two of them arrived in a wasteland in the back mountain.

"Donor Meng, can you let me take the lead?"

After the sweeping monk stood still, he looked at Meng Xiuyuan for a long time, and finally said this.

Meng Xiuyuan didn't feel it was strange either. He nodded politely and said, "Master, please excuse me."

The next moment, the sweeping monk immediately extended his palms towards Meng Xiuyuan several times. It was impossible to see what kind of martial arts they were, but they were simple, natural and impeccable. It was obvious that he had reached the point where he wanted to do whatever he wanted.

Meng Xiu saw the situation and also used his palm skills to fight back. Several bangs were heard, and the two of them seemed to have no chance of winning or losing.

"Amitabha, Donor Meng is young, but his magical power is actually stronger than that of Mr. Xiaoyaozi...

Thank you... Thank you so much for the benefactor."

After a slight gasp, the sweeping monk bowed his head and saluted, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Master, you're welcome. I'll take my leave."

Meng Xiuyuan's goal had been achieved. Although he was far from fully enjoying himself, there was no need to embarrass the old monk any more. He immediately said politely and turned around to leave.

Unexpectedly, the voice of the sweeping monk suddenly came from behind.

"Donor, please wait..."

Meng Xiuyuan was a little surprised when he heard this, turned around and asked:

"Master, what else can I do?"

The sweeping monk bowed slightly towards Meng Xiuyuan and said sincerely:

"In martial arts, although I no longer have the heart to win or lose, I still have the desire to learn.

Can you please show Master Meng your true skills and let me see how this Taoist supreme martial arts is different from the one taught by Patriarch Bodhidharma?"

Meng Xiuyuan was slightly stunned when he heard this, but then he nodded and said to the sweeping monk:

"I still dare not forget the kindness of the master who gave me guidance in the Sutra Pavilion back then.

Since the master has said this, I should cooperate with him."

As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan retreated a few steps and retreated ten feet away from the sweeping monk.

"Master, are you ready?"

"Yes, Lord Meng, please..."

The sweeping monk took a deep breath, clasped his hands together again, lowered his head slightly, and confessed that it looked like there were no waves in the ancient well, but his true energy was already flowing around him like a roaring river.

"Then, master, please be careful..."

Although Meng Xiuyuan said this, he did not take action. Instead, he immediately turned around, brought a gust of breeze, and floated away down the mountain.

When the sweeping monk saw this scene, he was very confused and was about to ask.
Chapter completed!