Chapter 112: Traveling on the Road and Reunion of the Meridians Against Heaven
The 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month is a good time to travel, break ground, and open a business.
Seven miles west of Pingan County, on the official road that goes straight north, it is late winter. The sparse weeds on the roadside are covered with icebergs. A few sparrows have fallen down, chirping happily, eating and scattering. The grass seeds were suddenly frightened and flew away into the distance.
A very ugly little native dog with red hair on its head and covering the ground was chasing after him with drooped ears. Seeing no opportunity to take advantage of it, it boredly raised its hind legs and peed like a Thomas circle.
“Dingle bell…”
A carriage with wind chimes on it was slowly approaching, surrounded by four riders.
The horses are skinny old horses with balled-up hair, and the carriages are inferior carriages with black sheds, linen, and locust wood wheels.
Among the four riders, there is a young man who looks like a young man, a strong one-eyed man, a middle-aged man with a white face and a bearded face, and a young boy who is still young.
The driver is a delicate and delicate girl with peach blossom eyes.
"Let's go to the world! Hey, you yo-yo, it feels so good to go into the world!" Huang Dagui held the horse's rein in one hand and the sword in the other, with excitement gleaming in his single eye.
The white tips of her orchid fingers were raised, and she was so outrageous. She smiled and said, "What Dagui said makes sense. I was a little scared in front of you. But when I came out, I felt relaxed all over. The world is great. No one knows the world better than me." "
"Don't move, I want to compose a poem!"
On the other side, Han Jiulang raised his hand, looking at the doubtful eyes of everyone. , earnestly and slowly chanted: "Jianghu has a bowl of water, brothers, come and drink it. The water is a little sweet, and there is sourness in the sweetness. My heart is still sweet and sour! How about it?"
" What a donkey shit yo-yo!"
Huang Dagui looked up and laughed, "The poem is only four sentences, what the hell are your five sentences? It's too rough, you still need to work hard."
"I don't believe it! Can't this be a word?"
Han Jiulang was filled with a sense of indignation that was not recognized, and then smiled and said: "You rude warriors, how can you know the elegance of our master?"< br>
"Good fellow, it's already Chengzi's day. Ask the eighth master if he understands?" Huang Dagui pointed forward with a serious face.
Han Jiulang also looked forward with a surprised look on his face: "The Eighth Leader, please give me an analysis from a professional perspective and tell me the truth!"
Xiao Huang, who was wandering around in front, turned around when he heard the sound. , rolled his eyes with disdain, and gave Thomas the urine again.
"You have become the eight-in-law. You didn't pee like this before!"
"Giggle..."
Han Qiniang, who was driving the car, slowed down her already slow speed again and squinted. Peach blossom eyes kept laughing.
"Huh?" Bai Jianxi looked at Murong Xiu, who had been silent all this time, and asked curiously: "Master Qi, is there something on your mind?"
Murong Xiu shook his head, hesitated, and clicked. He smacked his lips and tasted it, then shook his head: "The divine water that the eldest master gave me to drink last night had a fishy smell. When I think about it today, it also smells like urine. Could it be the pee from the eighth master? Why should I drink it now? Want to wander around? ”
"What kind of nonsense is this?" Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang all looked over.
"It's just that... I want to find someone to scold someone for no reason, or to pretend to trick others, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable. It's a very strange idea. Can you understand it?"
Murong Xiu looked at the crowd hesitantly. Seeing that it was difficult for them to understand, he could only look at the carriage, "The boss?"
"Don't shout, the boss is resting." Cui Ying'er's cold and unquestionable voice said out.
The area of the carriage is not large, but it is enough to seat two or three people. On the left is a box of repairs given by Yikui Shengsheng. It may be that the master has no martial arts skills. It is full of medicines, books, incense and A portion of gold jewelry.
On the right side are the folding guns that the head master seized from Song Dongxi and everyone's clothes and sundries.
There were more than a dozen quilts placed on the couch, but Xin Zhuo was not covered with a quilt at this time, his eyes were closed, and his body was covered with shining silver needles, which were still stained with green concoction. Cui Ying'er was holding him gently in her arms, for fear of hurting him, but now she looked at the silver needles all over his body. Although she didn't know what the use of these needles were, she was still full of worry and distress.
He lowered his head and kissed Xin Zhuo's forehead gently, as if a sister felt sorry for her brother, and then tears fell down drop by drop.
In fact, except for Su Miaojin who took care of Xin Zhuo for eighteen days these days, Cui Ying'er took care of everything else.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body was trembling undetectably, as if he was suffering from great pain.
Only he could clearly detect that the broken meridians in his body were twisting at extremely fast speeds, rapidly reorganizing and condensing in an extremely mysterious way.
This is absolutely impossible to do, even if the Grand Master comes in person, he can't do it, but "xxxx" can.
This "xxxx" medical skill is influenced by nature and is unpredictable. This can be seen from the careful carving by the old man riding a dragon five hundred years ago or even longer, and he even did not hesitate to hide it with traps and fake skills. .
Maybe the old man didn’t want to be taken over by outsiders, and he just wanted to leave it to his descendants, or only to people with amazing talents and incredible understanding, or maybe he had to reach a certain level to be worthy. Enlightenment.
This seems to be in line with the legendary fantasy routine and is very rigorous.
Xin Zhuo got it, which was why he dared to ask Su Miaojin to help and risk his life to survive.
The carriage was very slow, almost as slow as walking. By afternoon, it still had not left the boundaries of Fufeng Mansion.
The moment before the sun sets.
The meridians were finally reorganized, and the weakness and weakness were swept away. The Qihai, Nigongwan and other meridians once again exuded the domineering power of the "violent magic of chaos of yin and yang". The way of flow comes slowly.
Murong Xiu and the others, Cui Ying'er and the others didn't even notice that they were talking nonsense outside.
Xin Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and sighed inaudibly.
The meridians are reorganized, the realm returns, and the martial arts is as before. It does not affect the breakthrough of the realm or even the integration of martial arts at all. It’s just... the grand master is a grand master after all, which leaves some hidden wounds.
Introduced by the method of "xxxx", these bruises on the meridians can only be completely removed by the level of a small master, and it must be within a year, otherwise they will remain permanently.
Mr. Dongfang and the spirit slayer are so extraordinary that they cannot be underestimated!
In other words, he must break through to the Little Grandmaster realm, which is the fourth level realm, within a year!
Now it is the seventh level, and there are still six major realms left!
One year, six great realms!
You will be seventeen in ten days. Are you an eighteen-year-old little grandmaster?
At this time, I felt a little sticky on my forehead. When I looked up, I found that Cui Ying'er was hugging her and sleeping with her face next to hers.
With fox eyes and a slightly rough oval face, there was actually a bit of heartache when he fell asleep.
Xin Zhuo felt a little emotional. It was his woman who was reliable and knew how to care for people without being too mean-spirited. He said softly: "Sister Ying'er?"
Cui Ying'er suddenly woke up and didn't notice Holding him tightly in her arms without scruples: "Don't be afraid, the boss, my sister is here, no one can bully you!"
Xin Zhuo: "..."
……
Dumenkou Town, thirty miles ahead, is the gateway between Fufeng Mansion and Jingjiang Mansion to the north.
At this time, hundreds of figures stood upright outside the town, their eyes like torches, swords in hand, looking coldly at where they came from.
There are four people sitting on the four top chairs in front. Mr. Murong Zhe of the Murong family is prominently among them.
(End of this chapter)