The finishing work of Hongmei Villa went very smoothly, and Meng Xiuyuan hardly had to worry too much.
The reason is mainly due to the help of Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu, who was originally in despair, just locked himself in the room and lay down for half a day. When he went out again, he had 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 actually matured a lot.
This change made Meng Xiuyuan happy, but also felt it was reasonable.
Song Qingshu was born to be a smart and thoughtful person. When the six major factions besieged Guangmingding in the original work, he showed good organizational and interpersonal skills.
Frankly speaking, Meng Xiuyuan felt that if he had not gained more knowledge from his previous life, he would actually be inferior to this young nephew in many aspects.
The biggest shortcoming of Song Qingshu in the original work is that because he has never experienced setbacks since he was a child, he is somewhat arrogant, has no tolerance for others, and cannot face failures calmly.
As the saying goes, it’s a bit of a “sore loser”.
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 despite the ten-year saturation attack from cheater Meng Xiuyuan, he was still able to live optimistically and confidently, which can be considered very tough.
If he didn't have a good attitude to face failure, I'm afraid this little nephew would have become autistic a long time ago.
It is precisely for this reason that although Zhu Jiuzhen's incident was indeed a huge blow to Song Qingshu, the "suffering" person quickly accepted the reality, deeply reflected on his mistakes, and made improvements.
Specifically, Song Qingshu took over almost all matters such as interrogating crimes and verifying each other's testimonies, without Meng Xiuyuan having to worry about them.
Moreover, Meng Xiuyuan had secretly observed that Song Qingshu did it very appropriately and fairly.
Except for Zhu Changling, Wu Lie, and Yao Qingquan, the three most evil culprits who had been executed by Meng Xiuyuan, Song Qingshu's handling of the remaining people was very straightforward.
Especially for Zhu Jiuzhen, Song Qingshu did not miss his old love.
Through joint reports from the village's slaves, maids, housekeepers and even tenants who pretended to be tenants, Zhu Jiuzhen's past use of dogs to kill many innocent people was repeatedly confirmed.
Although he is young, he has already committed many evil deeds, which are naturally unforgivable.
Song Qingshu ignored this cruel woman's plea and sent her away with a sword.
At this point, Meng Xiuyuan was completely at ease with Song Qingshu and left all the subsequent trivial matters to him.
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After probably resting for a day or two, Meng Xiuyuan packed up his things and prepared to set off and return alone.
Song Qingshu was left here alone to deal with the remaining mess.
After all, the Zhu and Wu families have a lot of property and involve the livelihood of countless people, so it is not easy to deal with it.
It takes a lot of thought and time to use this property well, use it reasonably, and use it so that more people can benefit.
Meng Xiuyuan was naturally very happy to have Song Qingshu do such troublesome things.
As mentioned before, Song Qingshu behaved appropriately, and he has matured a lot after this big change, so Meng Xiuyuan believed that it might be better for him to handle it than to do it himself.
Moreover, there are not many powerful bandits with names in the vast Kunlun Mountains. Without the Zhu and Wu families, naturally no one can be Song Qingshu's opponent, and no one dares to offend the majesty of the Wudang Sect. In terms of security,
not a problem.
All the conditions were suitable, so Meng Xiuyuan was able to escape in peace and decided to go on the road alone first.
Before leaving, Meng Xiuyuan hesitated, wondering whether he should teach Song Qingshu some of the Nine Suns Magic Technique he had just acquired so that this good nephew could benefit from it.
But after thinking about it later, I decided to give it up.
After all, such a magical skill has a huge impact and cannot be easily dealt with.
Even among the Wudang sect, to be honest, except for Meng Xiuyuan and Zhang Sanfeng, no one has ever been exposed to such a level of kung fu.
The Wudang Seven Heroes' main martial arts training so far is still a degraded version of "Wudang Nine Yang Kung".
Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan decided that he should be more cautious and planned to hand over the "Nine Yang Divine Art" to his master Zhang Sanfeng after returning to the Wudang Sect, and let him decide who to pass it on to and who it would be better not to pass it on to.
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Saying goodbye, Meng Xiuyuan's trip went very smoothly after setting off from Hongmei Villa.
Walking home with a lot of harvest, I am naturally different from when I went out, and my mood is much lighter.
The wind, snow, and yellow sand all over the sky could not delay Meng Xiuyuan's pace.
In just over a month, Meng Xiuyuan had left the Western Regions and returned to China.
On the way, Meng Xiuyuan once thought about whether he should go directly to the Butterfly Valley to find Zhang Wuji and pass the "Nine Yang Magic Skill" to him so that he could quickly learn to remove the cold poison.
But thinking about it again, we have been together for more than two years, and I don’t know if anything happened during this period. I am not sure whether Zhang Wuji is still in Butterfly Valley. So it is better to go back to the mountain and ask the matter clearly, so as not to miss the point.
Moreover, if we want to go to the Butterfly Valley in northern Anhui, we will pass through Wudang on the way, which is barely a convenient way and won’t waste much time.
In this way, Meng Xiuyuan, who had made up his mind, asked many questions to find the way. He traveled day and night without stopping, and after more than twenty days, he finally returned to Wudang Mountain.
When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the sun was already setting. He had been running all day on the road without even eating any water or rice. But looking at the familiar Wudang Mountain, Meng Xiuyuan only felt that the wind was still blowing under his feet.
There is no end to my strength.
After carrying "Ladder to the Clouds", Meng Xiu reached a point on the hike and ran out in an instant, speeding along the mountain road like a sharp arrow.
Every plant, tree, stone, and tree on the road made Meng Xiuyuan feel more and more pleasing to the eye.
When the mountain breeze blows, it smells like home.
Not long after this, Meng Xiuyuan had just entered the sect, but unexpectedly he heard a loud shout:
"He who comes is stopped!"
It turned out that Meng Xiuyuan suddenly rushed into the gate of Wudang Mountain, shocking many young disciples who were doing evening exercises, and some even subconsciously pointed their swords at him, looking very cautious.
After all, after being apart for more than two years, no one expected that Meng Xiuyuan would suddenly come back at this time. Moreover, he was extremely fast, and he was not wearing Wudang Sect clothes, so ordinary disciples naturally could not recognize him for a while.
Only Lingxu had good martial arts and had always been familiar with Meng Xiuyuan. Mo Hujian recognized Meng Xiuyuan's face from a distance:
"Little uncle?!"
"Hahahaha, it's me, I'm back!"
Meng Xiuyuan finally stood still, and regardless of his image as a master uncle, he shouted to these young nephews in his heart very happily.
When the young disciples saw Meng Xiuyuan's appearance clearly, they started to get excited and a crowd of people surrounded him.
Meng Xiuyuan couldn't stop smiling as he looked like this, and he was very proud of himself. He felt that he was still very popular. He had been away from the mountain for more than two years, and he could still occupy the position of the "Popular King of Wudang" after he came back.
"Little Master Uncle, you have been away for more than two years. You promised to return to Bengbu, but you still leave it to me..." The one who rushed to speak was Lingqing. Among all the disciples in the mountain, he was the only one who kicked him.
He was most addicted to football. When he was in the mountains, he would always drag Meng Xiuyuan to teach him how to play football.
"Hahaha, do you still remember this?" Meng Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this.
"Of course, my kung fu is not as good as Lingxu, Lingjun and the others. If I don't learn more tricks from you, how can I beat them?" Lingqing looked like it was natural, not ashamed, but proud.
"You, you, you'd better practice hard.
Practicing "Ti Yun Zong" and internal skills well is more important than learning any unique football skills.
Let's organize a game during the lunch break tomorrow, and I will personally show you what it means to be fast in martial arts, and it is the same on the court." Meng Xiuyuan smiled and taught him a lesson.
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately caused another wave of enthusiasm among the young disciples.
"It's great, I can finally play football with my junior uncle again!"
"I want to be on the same team as my junior uncle, and I want to assist my junior uncle!"
"If I don't come, I will be assigned to guard the goal every time. How can I guard the ball when my junior uncle kicks the ball so fast?"
"Yeah, Lingyou, don't you always practice the closed position of your cotton palm the best? It's said that mosquitoes can't get past you. Why are you afraid of it now?"
"You're not afraid of coming, and you have the nerve to tell me that you haven't even practiced your unloading skills well. Let's see if my junior uncle will break your hand with a kick!"
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After arguing with these third-generation disciples for a long time, Meng Xiuyuan felt that it was almost over, and motioned for them to be quiet, and then finally asked about the business.
"Lingxu, master, how is he doing lately? Is he still in retreat now?"
Meng Xiuyuan was naturally concerned about his master Zhang Sanfeng the most, so he asked the first question.
"Master, he is very good. Qingfeng and Mingyue who serve him said that he seems to have realized a lot of profound martial arts recently.
But a few days ago, Grand Master started to retreat again. According to the usual rules, it will take at least one or two months before he can leave the retreat..." After Lingxu thought about it, he seriously answered Meng Xiuyuan.
"Oh..." Meng Xiuyuan felt a little regretful when he heard this. It seems that he will not be able to see his master when he returns to the mountain this time. After a moment of pause, he continued to ask:
"What about the senior brothers? Did you say when you will come back? Everything is going well in Jiangnan?"
Although the Seven Heroes of Wudang are highly skilled in martial arts, the Jianghu is dangerous after all. Meng Xiuyuan has always been thinking about them, fearing that they might encounter evildoers plotting against them in the south of the Yangtze River.
Meng Xiuyuan himself has always been uneasy along the way, so naturally he can't help but judge others.
"Smooth, smooth. Young uncle, you have gone to the Western Regions. I don't know, because of the hard work of master and all the uncles in the past two years, our Wudang sect has become famous again.
Everyone in the world is praising our Wudang sect. A few days ago, when I went shopping, I heard many storytellers talking about their deeds.
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.
He is just a grandfather who is finally looking forward to his grandson coming home and wants to watch him eat two more bites of food in front of him.