Chapter 237 Reply
In the quiet room of the schoolyard, Meng Yuan sat cross-legged.
Now Meng Yuan is in the school and eats and lives. In addition to focusing on opening the acupoints every day, he also teaches the students here.
At the end of last year, a total of 27 students were collected, of which 16 were driven away by Nie Yannian, leaving only six men, five women, and eleven men.
Meng Yuan was highly valued by Nie Yannian because of his extraordinary qualifications. He also valued his daughter with him.
Tieniu and Fu Cui went out to work for business, and Wu Changsheng was also sent to the village below.
Hu Qian and the third lady ate the same womb, and their identities were naturally different. They had already entered Jingyuan and followed Jianzhu to learn skills.
Jianzhu is a female swordsman. She has always been responsible for the escort of Jingyuan. She rarely shows up and mostly hides in the dark.
To this day, except for Meng Yuan, there are only three people in the school grounds. However, Hu Qian came to deliver food to Meng Yuan every day, and was very attentive.
In the blink of an eye, November is coming, and the weather is getting colder.
Every morning, I see white frost. The morning glow passes by, and the white frost fades away.
As the acupoints in Shangthirty-three days opened more and more, Meng Yuan felt the secret pellets in his body flourished. Whenever I break the new acupoints, I will be covered in blood and flesh, as if the material in my body is about to break out of my body.
The two dantians are becoming more condensed, and the jade liquid becomes thicker and tougher.
Meng Yuan originally wanted to open another dantian, but the essence was not nourished, so he really didn't dare to take risks.
In the afternoon of that day, Meng Yuan stood cross-legged on his couch, his mind calmly, and he only silently hit the acupoints.
Until evening, another acupoint was finally opened, and Meng Yuan felt relieved all over.
When you are reciting here, you will have no troubles in your hands, no hard work in your bed, no obstacles along the way, you will be brave and radical. So far, thirty places have been opened in the past thirty-three days. "Actually, martial arts is much more interesting than women." Meng Yuan muttered, and when he saw the darkness outside the window, he stood up.
Open the door and saw Hu Qian and Xiangling chasing back and forth on the plum blossom stake, and the two of them had a great time.
Xiangling also made a ruthless move, removed the burdens and cloth flowers and chased Hu Qian hard on the plum blossom stake.
But Hu Qian was smart and didn't do her best, but Xiangling was always a little bit worse.
Hu Qian now noticed that Meng Yuan had gone out of the door, so she stopped. Xiangling suddenly bumped into Hu Qian's arms. "Senior Brother!" "Little Craftsman!" Hu Qian hurriedly ran with Xiangling in her arms, picked up a bamboo basket in front of the door, which contained warm food.
"It was made by me and my classmates. It was delicious!" Xiangling tied the bag and put her head flowers on her head, her eyes widened, and she was very serious about taking credit. "Thank you two." Meng Yuan smiled and turned his body to the side, "It's cold outside, come in and say."
The room was cleaned up, with only a broken bed, a few cushions, a short table, with pen and ink on it, and a few ink paper.
The paper was a letter exchange, and it was the storm that Dugu Kang had sent messages from time to time since Meng Yuan was in seclusion, and the two of them were bored to fight.
Light the candle, Meng Yuan and Hu Qian sit opposite each other, Xiangling stands on the low table, looking through the paper on the table.
Hu Qian diligently untied the cloth covered by the bamboo basket, which contained several plates of food and several boiled eggs. "Senior brother," Hu Qian took out the food and peeled the eggs again.
"What does color mean when it is not different from emptiness?" Xiangling has always been eager to learn, so she picked up a piece of paper and asked. "This is simple!" Hu Qian has been very knowledgeable recently. "Lex means everything we can touch with the six senses, such as mountains, rivers, flowers, eggs, ducks and eggs; difference means difference; emptiness does not mean the emptiness of nothingness, but the emptiness of everything, that is, it changes at any time. Color is not different from emptiness means that everything is impermanent." Hu Qian said while peeling the egg, "This is a Buddhist concept. You are still young and are not suitable for learning these."
"Why can't you learn?" Xiangling wanted to scratch her head, but scratched the cloth flower.
"Because Buddhism talks about emptiness and is incompatible with young people, it makes people angry for no reason!" Hu Qian made a lot of sense. She handed the peeled egg to Meng Yuan and said, "I also heard from the princess."
Meng Yuan broke the egg open, gave the egg yolk to Xiangling, and ate the egg whites by himself. "Grandma San is so knowledgeable!" Xiangling held the egg yolk and ate it. Her hair was so satisfied that she stood up. "It's a pity that Grandma San doesn't eat egg yolks, nor does she want to be the mother of a little craftsman." Xiangling chewed it slowly, enjoying it very much. She finished eating the egg yolks and rubbed her belly.
Seeing the lights on the short table, Hu Qian held her hand to watch Meng Yuan eat, so she quickly took off her bag and took out a few letters.
"Aunt Mingyue's letter is coming!" Xiangling was very happy. She came here today for this.
Last time Xiao Xiangling wrote to Mingyue and others, Meng Yuan asked someone to forward it, but he didn't expect that there would be a reply so soon.
There are four letters in total, of which Nie Qingqing and Jiang Tang wrote one letter together, which was for Meng Yuan. The other three letters are reply letters from Mingyue, Yingmei and Huanxi to Xiangling.
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It can be seen that Xiangling is still very proud. "Xiangling got the reply letter and kept holding back the demolition, just waiting for you to join us." Hu Qian said. "The letter was written by me and Xiao Jijian. We must read it together!" Xiangling rubbed her hands happily and stroked her hair, "Look at what the young wife has written!" Meng Yuan opened the letter, and Xiangling and Hu Qian all stretched their heads to look at it.
The letter did not say anything important, but only said that the capital was stable, and said that the wind was cold recently, so Meng Yuan would add more clothes.
Jiang Tang told Meng Yuan to get medicine for her grandfather, while Nie Qingqing asked Meng Yuan to go to her house to see her little maid.
Xiangling reads the letter slowly. Meng Yuan and Hu Qian read it three times before Xiangling finishes reading it.
"The little wife and Sister Nie are so good!" Xiangling was very happy and opened Mingyue's letter again.
Mingyue didn't say anything in her letter, she just asked Xiangling how good she has been recently, and she also said that only Xiangling's poems have made great progress.
Wangmei's letter is honest and unceremonious. She first commented on three poems and said that the person who copied the letter had never learned calligraphy.
"I'm so angry!" Xiangling stamped her feet in anger. She took the letter and walked up to the oil lamp, looked at the Huai Qiu poem sung by Yingmei at the end, and then stumbled.
"Does she write better than ours?" Xiangling finished reading Yingmei's poem, although the meaning was not clear, but it was very smooth, so she was a little unconfident.
Meng Yuan and Hu Qian know what they know. They looked at each other and said, "It's not the same."
"When I think of a good sentence, I will reply to her!" Xiangling refused to admit defeat, folded the letter between Yingmei and Mingyue and stuffed it into the bag, and then opened the happy letter.
Happy was very kind. In the letter, she replied to Xiangling's question, saying that the prices in Beijing were very cheap, and that she never spent money on food and drink. Then he said that the way of poetry is the small way, and Taoism is the real knowledge.
Finally, he asked Xiangling which immortal mountain she practiced, where she had visited the Taoism, how many elixirs she had eaten, and how many immortal friends she had with her classmates.
Xiangling was stunned after reading Huanxi's letter.
In the past, Xiangling met honest people and rarely swears. Although the words "Huanxi" were written similarly ugly as hers, she had a very grand look in her brushwork. Xiangling really thought Huanxi was a master.
"Huanxi is only a few years old, so she is so powerful!" Xiangling was frightened. "Godmother said that there are more masters in the world than turtles in Canglang River. I really didn't lie to me!"
(End of this chapter)
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