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

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

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

"It's always been pretty good. Every three or two months, I'll send a letter to say you're safe.

In the letters, Junior Brother Wuji always praised Hu Qingniu for his great medical skills. His cold poison was well controlled and he did not have frequent attacks. He did not suffer as much as he did when he was on our mountain.

However, Hu Qingniu cannot completely remove the cold poison from his body, and we still have to wait for you, Uncle Master, to find the Nine Sun Magic Technique..."

Meng Xiuyuan felt a little more at ease after hearing this. It seemed that he had indeed done nothing wrong.

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

"Little Junior Uncle, where is Senior Brother Qingshu? Didn't you send letters a few months ago, saying that we were guests at the 'Hongmei Villa' together? Why did you come back alone?"

Meng Xiuyuan couldn't explain the whole process to him for a while, so he could only say simply:

"Don't worry, he's fine, he's having a wonderful life these days.

But now he still has some things to deal with there, so I came back first.

I just went back to the mountain to take a look. I have a day off tomorrow and I still have to leave the day after tomorrow."

As soon as Meng Xiuyuan finished speaking, before Lingxu could ask further questions, he heard a somewhat complaining voice coming from the distance:

"It's been more than two years since I returned to the mountains. How come I have to leave again so soon?"

"Master?!" Meng Xiuyuan heard this familiar and friendly voice and couldn't help but look up quickly.

Sure enough, they saw that it was Zhang Sanfeng walking from the direction of his retreat room. He must have been alerted by Meng Xiuyuan's happy shout just now.

Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly ran towards him, only stopping when he got close and bowed deeply.

"Master, my disciple is not filial. He was delayed for a long time due to something on the road. He finally came back today."

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

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

"Master, I heard from Lingxu that you are still in retreat. Am I disturbing you?"

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

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

Zhang Sanfeng just smiled when he heard this, looked at Meng Xiuyuan and said warmly:

"You, you, we haven't seen each other for two years, but you and your master have become separated.

There is no such thing as sooner or later in studying martial arts. Stop today and pick up tomorrow.

On the contrary, you went up the mountain at this time, and you are still hungry, right?

Come on, my dinner has just been delivered by Qingfeng, and I haven’t touched it yet.

If it’s not enough, let them do more. If there’s anything else we can talk about when you’re full.”

Then 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 frequent meals and sleeping in the open 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, but a leader of his own school.
Chapter completed!