From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 258 Farewell
After using the Bodhi Destroying Dao again, Meng Yuan felt increasingly weak and exhausted.

If it weren't for the several times of tempering his body with the fire of essence, Meng Yuan would have collapsed long ago. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been attacked by the intention of destroying the Tao and lost his mind.

Meng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, burned the thin monk's body, and moved forward again.

After today's killing spree, first the sixth-grade white ape, and then the thin monk just now, plus several seventh-grade ones, the essence and fire have been cultivated very quickly and now it is complete.

Meng Yuan became more and more confident, and with the help of the Light of All Things, he soon arrived in front of Chongxu Temple.

After entering the temple gate and coming to the outside of the main hall, I heard some people talking.

"My friend can compose poems when he sees mountains and rivers, but when he saw the tragic situation in Qingshui Town, his mind was empty, not a single word. People with great ambitions will be moved by life and death, and our ancestors also said that writing hates death. My friend has encountered difficulties, and the two elders of the poetry society are missing. Logically, my friend must have some sad lyrics, but unfortunately... In my humble opinion, my friend is not indifferent, but his mind is empty and he has no knowledge."

The person who spoke in the hall had a gentle voice, like a modest gentleman, but what he said was not very pleasant to the ear.

"Don't look down on me. I'm very knowledgeable. My godmother said I was a good student, the gelder said I had the potential to become a great poet, and my third grandma also praised me for my intelligence!" Xiangling argued.

"Then please recite a poem, I'm all ears." The man said with a smile.

Xiangling sighed, "I don't think so."

"Still hungry." The man sarcastically said.

Xiangling no longer refuted.

Meng Yuan stepped into the hall and saw that it was dim inside. There were four people sitting cross-legged. They were Zhao Jingsheng, Yuan Jingfeng, and two young men in Taoist robes.

There was a middle-aged man in a black robe standing in the hall, holding a whisk in one hand and a stone in the other, throwing and catching it.

Meng Yuan saw clearly that the stone was the one he had given to Xiangling, and her and her godmother's names were written on it.

Xiangling was standing on Zhao Jingsheng's head. She was originally sickly, but when she saw Meng Yuan coming, she was so happy that she quickly jumped down, carefully walked around the middle-aged man, and then jumped onto Meng Yuan's shoulders along his clothes.

"Little gelder!" Xiangling was extremely happy. She quickly pointed at the middle-aged man in black robe and said, "This guy is very bad. He has captured all the junior brothers who were good friends with my godmother!"

Meng Yuan looked at the middle-aged man in black robe, and then at Zhao Jingsheng.

Zhao Jingsheng's face was filled with shame, and he didn't dare to look at Meng Yuan.

"I said that except for the eldest brother, we are all more useless than each other!" Yuan Jingfeng was not panicked, "Brother Meng, this guy is not here to kill us, you don't have to worry about it."

"Big brother wields the sword to fight monsters, but he has been fighting monsters all the time, and now he has destroyed our hometown!" said another young man.

Zhao Jingsheng was furious and yelled, "Jingchen! If you hadn't been idle all day, why would it have come to this?"

"Blame me?" The young man snorted twice, obviously he was also a scoundrel.

Seeing that Zhao Jingsheng and others were rebelling, Meng Yuan ignored them and looked at the middle-aged man in black robe.

"I bow my head." The middle-aged man bowed slightly, very humbly, "May I ask your name, young friend?"

"Meng Feiyuan." Meng Yuan asked back, "May I ask your size?"

"The melting snow brings out the ancient charm, every drop of snow brings a hint of gray." The middle-aged man in black robe smiled modestly and looked at the snow dancing in the wind outside.

"So you are Lord Cangshan. Seeing is believing." Meng Yuan became much more serious, thinking that there are so many turtles in such a shallow pool, all squeezed together.

"I didn't expect that you know the name of the wild man in the mountains." Lord Cangshan said in a very amiable manner, "I heard from Taoist friend Kongque that you are a talented person who has learned from Taoist friend Yingying that you are a master of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. I see today that you are indeed extraordinary."

Cangshan Jun held his whisk in his arms and asked, "Daoyou Zhu, who is sitting under the Buddha's seat in the West, has come in person. I wonder if he has persuaded Daoyou Ying to go west?"

"Miss Ying San doesn't want to go." Meng Yuan said.

Lord Cangshan nodded and said, "The Ying family will never go to the Buddha Kingdom. The Ying family also despises those who talk about emptiness all day long. It is unnecessary for Zizai Buddha to do this."

"Sir, you have also contributed a lot to this Buddhist kingdom." Meng Yuan meant Qing Guangzi's Buddhist kingdom.

Cangshan Jun shook his head and said, "I was forced to do nothing. Fellow Daoist Kongque and Mr. Xie came to find me, and Fellow Daoist Liannu repeatedly came to persuade me, so I came out to take a look. In fact, I didn't do much."

He pointed at Zhao Jingsheng and the others, and continued, "I am a carefree wanderer who has never paid attention to worldly affairs. This year, I discussed Taoism with fellow Taoist Li Weizhen, and I ended up breaking my arm and escaping with my life. I came here today just to discuss Taoism."

"I see." Meng Yuan stuffed Xiangling into his collar and said, "It seems that you have won the argument today."

"With Li Weizhen not here, there is nothing interesting." Cangshan Jun's words were quite quiet, and he added: "My friend, you are here for the Ying family, right? I will not stop you."

"He really has no intention of harming anyone, he just came to humiliate us." Zhao Jingsheng also sighed and asked, "Is Master injured?" Meng Yuan nodded and said, "We have to protect Miss San and leave this place."

"Here." Zhao Jingsheng took out a small wooden box from his sleeve. "Master gave this to me. I don't want it..."

Meng Yuan stepped forward and took it.

"Meng Feiyuan, go with peace of mind!" The Taoist named Jingchen spoke up and said in a loud voice: "If anything happens to Uncle Master, we brothers will avenge him! It's just Qing Guangzi! We will even take care of the Buddha of the West!"

"Shut up!" Zhao Jingsheng couldn't bear it any longer. "It's fine if you brag behind closed doors, but now that the master is here, what are you bragging about?"

Jingchen really shut his mouth.

"My friend, please come back soon." Cangshan Jun looked at Meng Yuan with a smile and threw the small stone back to Xiangling.

Xiangling caught it. She had no luggage, let alone a small schoolbag, so she just held it under her armpit.

"The journey through the rivers and lakes is long, so don't lose anything and don't forget anything." Cangshan Jun smiled at Xiangling.

Meng Yuan bowed to Cangshan Jun, then saluted to Zhao Jingsheng and others, then immediately turned back.

After leaving Chongxu Temple, the wind and snow had not stopped yet.

Driven by the flow of all things, Meng Yuan did not dare to stop for a moment and soon arrived at the city gate.

Dugu Ying was seen slumped at the city gate, Hu Qian was holding Ying Rushi, and Nie Yannian and others were nowhere to be seen.

Xunmei was covered in blood, holding a sword, standing in front of the city gate.

The other person was a masked man in black, very tall, with a knife in his hand.

"If you go one step further, I'll let you know the sharpness of my Confucian sword!" Xunmei was panting with disheveled hair.

"How can the writing of Confucianism be as powerful as a blow from a warrior?" The man in black had no blood on his body and looked very calm. He did not look at Xunmei, but only stared at Ying Rushi who was behind Xunmei.

"The Confucian pen and sword cannot kill you, so I will die with you!" Xunmei took a step forward, and the sword in his hand emitted a faint green light.

Just as she was about to fight back, Xunmei felt someone pressing on her shoulder.

"I'll do it." Meng Yuan said.

"He is a sixth-rank warrior, I am here to stop him!" Xun Mei saw Meng Yuan coming back and said happily, "Take the young lady away, she said you will be of great use in the future!"

"Thank you for bringing me out of Muzhuang." Meng Yuan held down the knife and said, "Now is my greatest use."

Looking for plum blossoms without saying a word.

"Where are Master Nie and the others?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Jianzhu and Uncle Nie are still in the city to stop the enemy." Xunmei said dejectedly.

"Send the third lady away." Meng Yuan drew his knife and looked at the man in black in the city gate.

Xunmei said no more and slowly retreated.

Xiangling crawled out from Meng Yuan's clothes, tucked her arms under her clothes, holding a small wooden box, and followed Xunmei.

"Third Grandma, Grandma Ying..." Xiangling stared with her eyes wide open and turned to look at Meng Yuan.

"You go with Third Grandma." Meng Yuan said.

"Where are we going?" Xiangling asked blankly.

"Shenjing." Meng Yuan said.

Xiangling was stunned and couldn't speak.

Meng Yuan simply turned around and said with a smile: "Haven't you always wanted to be a poet? Shenjing has the most scholars and poets. You will definitely become a poet when you go to Shenjing."

Xiangling nodded blankly, turned around and ran towards Ying Rushi, but after running two steps, she stopped, turned around and looked up at Meng Yuan, saying: "Little gelder, if I could become a poet, that would be great, and my godmother would be happy for me if she knew. But if you don't sing with me, then being a poet is meaningless!"

(End of this chapter)