An Mengxi suddenly turned her head and looked at Ye Qing's handsome face in the morning light. She suddenly realized that her understanding of Ye Qing was still a little shallow.
Ye Qing turned his head and saw her looking at him blankly, and said with a smile: "Don't be obsessed with me, I am a legend."
"I have fallen in love with you, what should I do!" An Mengxi sat on a clean stone by the stream, her face pale, but her eyes were a little more agile.
Ye Qing was slightly stunned. The original An Mengxi would never be able to say such words. Now he thought of the lingering relationship at the Bailou shooting range. Although it was said that it was based on love rather than courtesy, it was romantic and not obscene.
But such a straightforward expression by a girl has already explained her feelings: "God is not old, love is forever."
An Mengxi's pretty face suddenly smiled like a spring flower: "The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it."
Ye Qing shook his head and smiled: "I didn't expect that you are still an artistic young woman."
An Mengxi rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, said it well, and then began to curse.
Back at the military camp, Cunning Tiger and Greedy Wolf haven't returned yet.
Everyone washed up hastily, ate something, and then all returned to their rooms and fell asleep.
Except for the duo of Bai Hu and Feng Jian, they have already experienced the bloody storms and do not need sleep to soothe their bodies and minds.
The mentality of the rest of the people has been greatly affected, and nightmares and fear will accompany them for a long time.
Ye Qing slept until dusk when the white fox pushed him awake. A deep sleep made him energetic. Looking at the cute and angry white fox, he dragged her to the bed.
"Stop making trouble!" Baihu avoided his harassment and said seriously: "Mengxi is sick, and Anzhi is looking for you in a hurry!"
"Mengxi is sick." Ye Qing was a little surprised. An Mengxi is a martial arts practitioner and has extremely strong physical fitness. Even if he slept in the wild last night, he would not be infected with the cold: "Have you checked with a doctor? Do you want to let him go?" Liu Fang brings the doctor here."
"I wanted to send her to the hospital, but Anzhi said she was mentally disturbed and angry... Oops, I didn't understand anyway." White Fox spoke quickly and helped him put on Longi: "You'd better go and have a look. ....."
Ye Qing put on his clothes, opened the door, and saw Anzhi wandering around the door with an anxious look on his face.
Anzhi saw him going out, as if seeing a savior: "Master, help Miss!"
"Don't worry, tell me what's going on first!" Ye Qing quickly comforted her.
Anzhi took a long breath: "Miss practices rejuvenation, which means rejuvenating the earth. Its real purpose is not to compete with others. It is to use this technique to spawn silkworm eggs and let silkworm babies grow. The silkworms are stronger and the silk they spit out is tougher and longer.
Therefore, to practice the Rejuvenation Kung Fu, you must have a calm mind, no waves in the ancient well, and a compassionate heart to be successful in practice.
However, the lady went out with you all for the night yesterday, and I don’t know what happened. After she came back, she fell asleep with her head covered, but her mood was corrupted, and her true energy was dispersed in her limbs and bones, unable to return to her Dantian. I wanted to help the young lady return to her original state, but..."
"but what."
Anzhi looked ashamed: "My cultivation level is not enough."
Ye Qing understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. To guide the true energy back to the Dantian, what was needed was to use the mind to control the energy.
The mind is the spiritual power, the locomotive. Under its leadership, the true energy can travel through the eight meridians. Internal cultivation can keep fit, and external exposure can hurt people.
And the inch fist he practiced was a sudden burst of true energy in a square inch, which could break rocks and crack iron.
If it were before, he really wouldn't have dared to agree. The techniques he practiced were completely different from An Mengxi's, and his Qi was too strong and overbearing. If it entered other people's meridians rashly, it would cause devastating damage.
Not only would it fail to achieve the purpose of saving people, but it would also cost An Mengxi her life.
But since he was poured some strange liquid by Dragon Stone Pixiu on the plane, his Qi has become both hard and soft.
And when he was massaging Liu Fang's ankles, he had already discovered that his own energy actually had the effect of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
Seeing that he was deep in thought and silent, Anzhi thought he was worried that his zhenqi was not suitable for An Mengxi, so he said anxiously: "Master, I still remember that night when cutting stones, you peeled pigeon eggs continuously, and your fingers were swollen and painful. It was the young lady who helped You massage..."
Ye Qing looked at her in surprise: "You are accusing me of being ungrateful!"
"No, no!" Anzhi waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't get me wrong, please listen to me."
Ye Qing knew that Anzhi was also eager to protect his master: "Tell me, be careful!"
Anzhi then calmed down: "The main effects of the rejuvenation technique practiced by the daughter of the An family's boudoir are healing, recovery, and extending vitality. However, the inner energy and mind skills of other families, the true energy produced by the cultivation is mainly for destruction.
Moreover, once completely different qi meet in the meridians, there will be violent conflict, which can range from serious injury to death.
But when the young lady helped the young master to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, she discovered that the true energy that the young master cultivated could actually be integrated with the rejuvenation true energy. Therefore, I dared to ask the young master to help the young master guide the vital energy back to his original state. "
Ye Qing frowned: "You are really sure that Meng Xi's and I's Qi can be fused with each other!"
Anzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Please hold my hand and slowly transfer the true energy into my meridians."
Ye Qing thought for a while: "You should hold my hand and transfer the true energy into my meridians!"
"Master..." Anzhi's excited tears welled up in her eyes. She knew better than anyone else that once the zhenqi passed through, the two kinds of zhenqi would be incompatible and conflict violently, which would lead to terrible consequences. as a result of.
She asked Ye Qing to transfer his true energy into her meridians, risking his life, but Ye Qing...
Ye Qing smiled and said: "My cultivation level is higher than yours, so even if I get injured, it will be much lighter. But, you..."
Anzhi interrupted him and said sincerely: "Anzhi failed to protect the young lady. It would be a pity to die!"
"This responsibility lies with me. What's more, you don't have to die!" Ye Qing laughed dumbly: "Even if my energy is incompatible with Sister Mengxi's, I can still get a plane and fly directly to Jinling. Please ask me. The clan leader came to the rescue.”
Anzhi glanced at him, this is the terrifying thing about the wealthy prince. Others need to buy tickets step by step to fly, but he can make the plane serve one person.
Step forward, hold Ye Qing's pulse gate, and let the true energy flow in slowly.
Ye Qing first felt a burst of warm and gentle Qi entering his meridians, and then his own pure Yang Qi blended in, making his whole body feel warm and indescribably comfortable.
The true energy quickly circulated in the meridians. When he saw Anzhi's face turned pale, he quickly stopped the exercise. At the same time, he held Anzhi's meridian gate behind his back and passed some of the true energy through.
"Master!" Anzhi looked at him in astonishment.
“It’s not easy to cultivate Qi, so don’t waste it!”
"Thank you, Master!" The moment the rejuvenation energy that Anzhi cultivated entered Ye Qing's meridians, he felt that his meridians were wide and his energy was as powerful as the Yangtze River. His cultivation level was not inferior to that of the old patriarch.
