It's so cool, this action is simply cool.

Meng Jiucheng wanted to yell, then pointed his finger at the sky and put on a heroic POSE.

There was a brief silence in the field, and then a coaxing sound broke out. The remaining scoundrels wanted to get on but didn't dare, and they wanted to run away but couldn't leave their boss, so they shouted randomly.

"I'm beating someone to death, where can I report to the official!"

"The Taoist priest Han killed someone, don't let him run away."

"The official mission is here, catch the murderer!"

Meng Jiucheng was stunned by the shouting, and he felt a little panicked, looking at the two people lying on the ground. Did he really kill someone? It seemed that he didn't use all his strength?

"Aren't you leaving?" The girl who was playing with guns rushed over quickly, pushed Meng Jiucheng with a handful of help, reminding her in panic.

Let's go? It's too late to go, I have to run away.

Meng Jiucheng's eyes rolled and he woke up. But he saw that the middle-aged man had quickly tied up his gun and rod and was busy packing up other things.

Stop talking about anything, let's run together! Meng Jiucheng took two steps quickly, grabbed a bundle of gun sticks, carried it on his shoulders, pushed away the melon-eating crowd, took a big step and ran out of the town.

The journey was full of chaos and people shouted, and Meng Jiucheng ignored it. He left the town and ran into a forest before stopping and panting.

Footsteps followed, Meng Jiucheng looked back, but it was the father and daughter who were performing in the art. When they ran closer, they were breathing heavily and could not speak for a while.

When he threw the guy who was eating, the bundle of guns and rods, Meng Jiucheng sat on the ground casually, adjusting his breathing, and his mind also started to spin.

Killing someone? It's unlikely! When someone yells at you, your heart will be confused. If it's just a blow, it won't matter.

Meng Jiucheng knew that although Xuanqing was a Han Chinese, he had worked as an officer in the Jin army before and gave him some face in the local area. As for why Xuanqing became a monk, he was not very clear.

"Master, you, you have so much strength." Fang Ding, a man who was performing arts, smiled bitterly, and chatted casually.

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng grinned, habitually bent his index finger and rubbed his nose.

The girl ran away from sweat on her forehead, her blushed, and she looked even more beautiful. She looked at the fat Taoist priest with interest, and couldn't help but smile, saying, "They all call you a silly Taoist priest. Isn't it rude to call me like this?"

Meng Jiucheng waved his hand, expressed his inattention, paused for a moment, and said, "You guys go quickly, maybe someone will come to chase you!"

The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, "I'm the next name Mu's name Yi, thank you for helping the Taoist priest."

Mu Yi?! Meng Jiucheng blinked his eyes and suddenly remembered this very famous novel. He was surprised and confused. He looked at the girl and said with some stuttering, "You, your name is Mu..."

"My name is Mu Xiaowei." The girl said with a smile.

Oh, Meng Jiucheng let out a long breath and nodded casually, but he seemed to ring in his ears, "There is a beautiful girl, her name is Xiaowei, she has gentle eyes, she quietly steals my heart..."

Seeing that the man was about to carry the gun rod, Meng Jiucheng suddenly had an idea and said, "Well, can you give me a gun?"

The man laughed and said, "It's easy, Taoist priest, please choose one!"

Meng Jiucheng stepped forward to look and rub it, but he didn't know which one to get.

"This branch! I don't need it when I'm performing my skills." Mu Xiaowei pulled out a spear vigorously, which was thicker and heavier than the others. "The Taoist priest is strong, and if the gun is light, he is afraid he won't help."

Meng Jiucheng followed the advice and held it in his hand and weighed it. He felt good and laughed happily.

Waving goodbye to Mu Yi and his daughter, Meng Jiucheng was dancing with a big gun in the woods, looking at the entrance of the town from time to time, waiting for his master to come and find him.

Not long after, Xuan Qing rushed out of the town, shouting 90% of his name while looking around.

It must be nothing if you dare to shout so blatantly. Meng Jiucheng felt at first and responded that he had left the woods.

"You, you--" Xuan Qing came closer, couldn't scold or fight, so he had to wave his arms randomly and stomped his feet helplessly.

"Master, big gun." Meng Jiucheng raised his spear and showed his master with a foolish smile.

Xuan Qing rolled his eyes, snorted, and said unhappily: "Let's go, look back."

Meng Jiucheng followed his master, waved his spear from time to time, causing a gust of wind.

Xuanqing stopped Meng Jiucheng and Hu Lun, and told him as he walked: "If you don't come to the town alone in the future, then Ma Si will suffer a loss, how can you stop? Those scoundrels use all kinds of evil methods. If you are not careful, you will be in their way."

"I understand, Master." Meng Jiucheng nodded.

Xuan Qing shook his head repeatedly, looking helpless. After walking for a while, he suddenly laughed again, turned around and slapped Meng Jiucheng hard, "It's amazing. I'm famous for knocking that Ma Si to the ground."

Hehe, Meng Jiucheng felt it, and rubbed his nose and said, "I've caused trouble, everyone is calling me to kill someone!"

"I didn't beat him to death." Xuan Qing became careless again, with a smile on his face, "Good boy, I'm good at fighting. That Ma Si relied on being a slave of the Jurchens and did something wrong, but you were taught a lesson by you. Damn, please feel free."

"Beat him." Meng Jiucheng also felt relieved. He not only vented his anger, but also found full confidence. The time traveler was bullied by the scoundrel, and it was unreasonable.

"Haha, beat him up." Xuan Qing showed his rough and bold nature and learned what his apprentice said.

The master and apprentice chatted and laughed, and had nothing to do all the way back to the Taoist temple on the mountain.

When you enter the mountain gate, there is a small courtyard. In the middle is a dilapidated worship hall. There are three clay statues in the hall. The color on it has fallen a lot, and the curtain has only one corner left. One of the feet of the altar is also missing, and it is supported randomly with a wooden incense burner on it, and a few burning candle sticks are inserted on the candlestick.

Behind the worship hall, there are four houses arranged in U-shaped shapes, forming a square shape with the worship hall. Opposite the worship hall is a suite, inside and outside are Xuanqing and Meng Jiucheng's dormitories, on the left are the kitchen and utility room, and on the right are said to be a dan house, but it has collapsed halfway, leaving only a small house.

There are traces of charred black among the ruins and a thatched house on the corner of the yard. The adjacent courtyard wall also has a big hole, and you can see a piece of hillside and plant some crops from it.

From Xuan Qing's words and other words, Meng Jiucheng combined with his own memory, it can almost be concluded that the former master who was obsessed with alchemy was fiddling with illegal explosive objects, and was destroyed by the explosive alchemy furnace, which also knocked himself out and collapsed half of the room.
Chapter completed!