The 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month is a good time to travel, break ground and open a business.
Seven miles west of Ping'an County, on the official road heading straight north, it was late winter. The sparse weeds on the roadside were covered with icicles. A few sparrows fell down, chirping happily and eating scattered grass seeds. Suddenly, Frightened, he 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.
"Jingle Bell……"
A carriage with wind chimes was slowly approaching, surrounded by four riders.
The horses are skinny old horses with balled-up hair, and the carriages are inferior carriages made of 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 beard, and a young boy.
The driver was a pretty girl with peach blossom eyes.
"Let's go to the arena! Hey, you are a fool, it feels so good to enter the arena!" 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 tip of her orchid finger was raised, and she was so outrageous. She smiled and said, "What Dagui said is right. I was a little scared in front of you. Now that I come out, I feel relaxed. The world is good. No one knows the world better than me." .”
"Don't move, I'm going to compose a poem!"
On the other side, Han Jiulang raised his hand with a serious look on his face. He looked at everyone's doubtful eyes and chanted seriously and slowly: "Jianghu has a bowl of water. Come and drink it. There is a little sweetness in the water, but there is also sweetness in it." Sour, sweet and sour, my heart is still full of it! How do you like it?"
"What a bastard!"
Huang Dagui looked up to the sky and laughed, "Poems are all four sentences, what the hell are your five sentences? It's too rough, you still need to work hard, Jiulang."
"I don't believe it! Can't this be my word?"
Han Jiulang was filled with a sense of indignation that was not recognized, and then he smiled and said: "You rude warriors, how do you know the elegance of our Master?"
"Good fellow, it's already Chengzi's birthday. Can you 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: "Master Eight, please give me an analysis from your professional perspective and make sure you speak accurately!"
Xiao Huang, who was wandering around in front, turned around when he heard the sound, rolled his eyes with disdain, and gave him another drop of Thomas' urine.
"You have changed into the eighth leader. You didn't pee like this before!"
"Kekeke..."
Han Qiniang, who was driving the car, slowed down her already slow speed again, squinting her peach blossom eyes and smiling non-stop.
"Huh?" Bai Jianxi looked at Murong Xiu, who had been silent all this time, and asked curiously: "Master Seven, is there something on your mind?"
Murong Xiu shook his head, hesitated, smacked his lips to taste it, and then shook his head again: "The divine water that the headmaster gave me to drink last night had a fishy smell. When I think about it today, it also smells like urine. Could it be Is Ba Dangjia pissed? Why do I want to wander around now?"
"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 had no choice but to look at the carriage, "The boss?"
"Don't shout, the boss is resting." Cui Ying'er's cold and unquestionable voice came out.
The compartment is not big, but it is enough for two or three people to sit. On the left side is a repair box given by Yikui Shengsheng, probably considering that the master has no martial arts skills. It is full of medicine, books, incense and some 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 tightly, 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, 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 fact that the old man riding a dragon five hundred years ago or even longer carved it carefully, and even did not hesitate to use traps and fake skills to hide it.
Maybe the old man didn't want to let outsiders get it, 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 of enlightenment.
This seems to be in line with the legendary fantasy routine and is very rigorous.
However, 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. In the afternoon, it still had not left the boundary of Fufeng Mansion.
Just before the sun sets.
The meridians were finally reorganized, and the weakness and weakness were swept away. The Qihai, Ni Gongwan and other meridians once again exuded the domineering power of the "violent magic of yin and yang chaos". The true energy from all directions slowly flowed out in a trickle. advent.
Murong Xiu, Cui Ying'er and 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 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.
According to the magic method of "xxxx", these bruises on the meridians can be completely removed only by one's own junior master level, and it must be within a year, otherwise it 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 at the seventh level, there are still six major realms left!
One year, six realms!
He will be seventeen in ten days, is he 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, but her own woman was reliable, knew how to care for people, and didn't have too many concerns. She said softly: "Sister Ying'er?"
Cui Ying'er suddenly woke up and hugged him tightly in her arms without any scruples: "Don't be afraid, the boss, my sister is here, no one can bully you!"
Xin Zhuo: "..."
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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 were four people sitting on the four chairs in front. Mr. Murong Zhe of the Murong family was prominently among them.
