At this moment, Meng Zifei set up a stall in the village tribe.
The stalls are covered with a variety of medicinal materials.
The roots of the medicinal materials are still attached to the slightly moist soil, and they appear to have been newly dug.
There were not many people in the tribe, but this stall was full of people. They had injuries of varying severity, were tied with blood-stained bandages, and looked sad and sick.
However, the looks they looked at Meng Zifei were full of gratitude and dependence.
After just a few glances, Bailian guessed the cause and effect.
He smiled slightly and greeted him: "Mr. Meng is really concerned about the suffering in the world. I thought you had left Kongcang Mountain a long time ago?"
Mr. Meng only paused for a moment while working in his hands, then showed an apologetic expression to Bai Lian, and then continued to wrap up medical bags and distribute them to the injured mountain people.
"Well, I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. In any case, Yang Zhao and Huang Kang's group were led into the mountains under my leadership, which caused the demon tide to get out of control, and finally suffered. It’s still these mortals.”
Meng Zifei laughed at himself and continued: "Although I have only a small amount of power, I still think it is better to make up for it than to do nothing. Brother Si Chen, please don't laugh at me. Mr. Meng just wants to find comfort in his heart." .”
Balian asked, "How long do you plan to stay here, Brother Meng?"
After Meng Zifei pondered for a moment, he said: "If possible, I think I will temporarily settle here for a while. Brother Si Chen doesn't know something. I come from Guangmeng City, a place close to Taixuan Sect. That is my mortal home. It’s just that that family… was destroyed more than a hundred years ago.”
Speaking of this, Meng Zifei's expression turned slightly gloomy, and he subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at the sword lying quietly beside the table.
He seemed to be reminiscing about something: "I have devoted myself to cultivating Taoism, but until now, I am a little tired and want to find a place to rest."
For many years, Meng Zifei has been practicing alone. Various forces have taken a fancy to his talent and cultivation, and want to accept him as a disciple. However, for the sake of the obsession in his heart, he sticks to his true heart and refuses to join other people's forces.
No matter how difficult it is for a person to travel forward, he has been stumbling and enjoying the company of solitude until now.
Bailian knew that Meng Zifei was a man of stories, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Well, although Kongcang Mountain is close to the endless sea, it can be regarded as a secluded place. It is good to cultivate one's mind and stabilize one's Taoist mind. If Brother Meng needs anything, you can come to me in the mountain. .”
Now that the words have come to this point, it is natural that Bailian can no longer drive people away.
"Aunt Zhao, have you seen Qi Yang? When I passed by the door of his yard just now, I saw that no one was clearing the weeds in his house. The whole yard was deserted. Could it be that he hasn't come back yet? Bar."
Chen Bao, who had endured it all the way, finally couldn't help but pull an aunt in front of a stall and ask about Qi Yang's current situation.
The Chen girl suddenly sneered and rolled her eyes disdainfully at her brother's nervous questioning.
She was ashamed to be from the same hometown as such a ruthless, cold-blooded person. She really didn't know why her brother was always so interested in him.
Chen Bao looked slightly unhappy when he saw his sister's expression.
"Sister, don't be like this, Qi Yang is very pitiful. He has lost his parents, his legs are broken, and he was thrown into the mountains and forests without any care. If anything happens, his Qi family will be extinct."
As he spoke, Chen Bao glanced at Balian's back with a rather obscure look.
The girls from the same hometown around the Chen family's younger sister were obviously not vegetarians, so they immediately replied:
"In this world, there are so many people who are dying every day. Why don't you pity Brother Chen? Besides, it's not like you haven't seen the disgusting things Qi Yang and his bullshit immortal master did.
throw it out? What happened to throwing it out? I actually think that Brother Si Chen is a little softer. If he had let me go, he would have gone up and killed me with one more blow. "
There is Brother Chen and then there is Brother Si Chen.
Among them, the intimacy is called high and low.
Chen Bao felt angry and blocked in his heart. He glanced at the girl from his hometown whom he had a crush on for a long time and felt sad for a while.
Aunt Zhao didn't know what was going on. She looked at them confusedly for a long time, and then sighed and said:
"Well, talking about Qi Yang, that kid is pitiful. A few days ago, we were always envious of this kid for burning incense and actually worshiping an immortal as his teacher.
I thought that it wouldn't be long before I would be a little fairy, but just three days ago, I didn't look at him, but I saw the child of the Qi family crawling back tragically with blood all over his body and his legs broken.
I heard that the child's parents were killed, and he was also killed by an adulterer. One of his legs was broken off, and his immortal master was also gone.
The people in the village felt sorry for him and sent him home. Mr. Meng was also a good man and treated his leg injury carefully.
As a result, less than a day later, a man dressed in purple robes came to the village. After saying a few words to Qi Yang, he took the child away. "
Chen Xiaolan looked at Aunt Zhao with a strange look on her face: "Qi Yang's parents were killed? His legs haven't been broken by an adulterer? Is this what he told you himself?"
"Right? That kid is really miserable."
Chen Xiaolan followed a group of fellow girls behind her and sneered in sync: "I have never seen such a shameless person."
Bai Lian, who was about to take out the mecha warrior from the Qiankun Bag, had a look on his face: "The man in purple robe? Did you take Qi Yang away?"
As he said that, he cast his doubtful eyes on Meng Zifei and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Meng, does he know this man in purple robe?"
The hand that was wrapping the medicine bag with a thin hemp rope paused slightly. Meng Zifei raised his face and looked at Balian, smiled and said, "No, I don't know him?"
Bailian snorted, but the expression on his face didn't change much: "I just didn't expect that Mr. Meng, a kindhearted man, would let a seriously injured person be taken away by a stranger."
Meng Zifei's eyes were clear: "Brother Si Chen, this is really a joke. I am neither a god nor a Buddha, and I have no important responsibility to save all sentient beings. That Qi Yang followed that person voluntarily, and besides... Qi Yang If you have evil intentions, it is already your duty as a monk to lend a helping hand, so why bother meddling in such nosy matters."
Balian laughed and threw out the twenty-five mecha warriors.
"Mr. Meng's words are really interesting. He goes to treat a person who knows that he has evil intentions, and then says that he doesn't want to meddle in other people's business. In fact, he doesn't know that Brother Meng has already been meddling in his own business from the beginning."
Seeing the neat and solemn twenty-five mecha men, Meng Zifei looked deeply moved, which even caused many villagers to exclaim in surprise.
"Oh my God! Isn't this an immortal? He actually threw out so many iron men at random."
"Yes, yes, I have seen Immortal Meng hide many things in a small bag. This is simply amazing!"
"What is the use of this iron man, Immortal?"
Meng Zifei raised his eyes and murmured: "This...is this Shifang City's mecha technique?"
