The two of them followed Cheng Ziya out of the alley and walked to Dingding Street. Not far away, a black carriage drove slowly with the sound of ticking horse hooves.
Cheng Ziya was scheduled to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight to check on Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan. On his way back, he felt an unusual smell nearby.
The fluctuations in the vitality of heaven and earth that someone deliberately suppressed, as well as the occasional fierce murderous aura, caught his attention, and then he took action to save He An and Han Chanjuan in a critical situation.
Cheng Ziya walked to the carriage and gave the driver a few words, then turned to He An and said, "Boy, don't be depressed. You and that guy are thousands of miles apart in realm. It's already very rare that you can survive me. Okay, You send this girl back first..."
After saying that, he laughed and stretched out his big hand to pat He An's shoulder. When he saw the bloody wound on He An's shoulder, he paused with his palm, patted the horse's head beside him, turned around and strode away quickly.
He An helped Han Chanjuan sit in the carriage and told the coachman where he was going. The coachman turned the horse's head, sat on the shaft of the carriage and drove towards the distance with his whip.
The carriage is not very big but is well enclosed, isolating the howling wind and biting cold air outside.
The two sat side by side. Han Chanjuan lowered her eyelids tiredly and leaned against the carriage, her smooth forehead resting on the carriage wall. As the carriage bumped, she straightened a strand of hair on her temples and said quietly: "Actually... you were able to escape on your own just now."
"I can't leave you alone!" He An replied matter-of-factly, looking at the darkness outside the car window, with the occasional light shining through.
Just after the nightmare attack, the two of them had not yet recovered from the shock, and the carriage fell into silence for a while.
The carriage was rolling along, with occasional bumps in the carriage. Following the neighing of the horses, the carriage passed through Dingding Street and turned into Yongningfang. The nearby lights were like a woven fabric, reflecting the bright and transparent interior of the carriage.
"Let me see your injury?" Han Chanjuan sat up and held He An's arm with concern.
"Oh...it doesn't matter. The head of the hospital has already seen it. They are all skin injuries." He An felt her soft body leaning against him and couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.
"Your shoulders are bleeding, and... your chin seems to be swollen too?" Han Chanjuan came closer and looked at He An carefully. Her eyes slowly became misty, and she fluttered her eyelashes, trying not to shed tears, and she was a little choked. Said: "It's all my fault...I'm the one who dragged you down!"
He An smelled the fragrance of her hair with his nose, looked at her face that was leaning closer, her beautiful eyebrows were curved and her breath was like blue. He felt a little panicked for no reason. He straightened his back and pretended to be relaxed and said: "The person they want to deal with is me. , you followed me and suffered an unreasonable disaster, and I feel very guilty for not protecting you."
"Close your eyes!" Han Chanjuan sat up straight, her cheeks as red as a begonia reflected in the light outside.
"Do...what?" He An felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up and his mouth became a little dry.
"Don't talk, close your eyes!" Han Chanjuan's tone was indescribably soft, and the atmosphere in the carriage was instantly charming and strange.
He Anyi closed his eyes, and his heart seemed to fall into that mysterious and unknown situation, beating hard.
"Open your mouth!" Following the rustling sounds in the carriage, Han Chanjuan took out a delicate little package from her arms. When she opened it, she found a handkerchief with a scarlet pill wrapped inside. She raised her hand and stuffed it in. He An's mouth.
"Hmm...?" He An opened his eyes wide in confusion and looked at Han Chanjuan.
"This is the holy medicine for healing. If you eat it, don't vomit it!" Han Chanjuan covered He An's mouth with her delicate white hands, her eyes curled into crescents with a smile.
A fishy, bitter and spicy smell filled the tip of his nose and mouth. The pill slid down his throat. He An frowned in pain: "Is this medicine... too unpleasant to eat?"
"Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease. Don't worry. After taking my medicine, you can be alive and kicking no matter how seriously injured you are." Han Chanjuan watched He An take the elixir, her smile was as bright as a flower, and she was stroking her temples with a pair of slender hands. Side hair.
She went through a hard fight in the alley, but she was not injured. She recovered from the shock and returned to her usual fierce appearance.
Han Chanjuan lives in Yongningfang. The spacious streets are sparsely populated with pedestrians. A few vendors rub their hands together in the cold wind to solicit business. There are wind lanterns next to the steaming pots and cauldrons, and the aroma of food wafts in the air.
This is the richest place in the west of Luoyang City. The people who live here are either rich or noble. The lights in the square are brilliant, lanterns are hung in many high-ranking households, and two huge stone lions lie at the door.
He An helped Han Chanjuan get out of the carriage and watched her go straight to the square and knock on the door knocker of a door. After a moment, the door opened. A man who looked like a housekeeper stuck his head out and opened the door hurriedly. Han Chanjuan turned around to face He An. An waved his hand and disappeared through the door.
He An got on the carriage and returned to Zhixingyuan's residence alone. The night was deep. When he opened the door, he saw a mess on the table. Fan Dazhi was lying on the bed with his head on his arms and his legs crossed, swinging leisurely.
Seeing He An, he sat up suddenly, burped, and said with a slight twist: "Xiao An, are you back? I also left you... a fish... half a chicken, oh! What are you doing? Already?"
When He An talked about what happened just now, Fan Dazhi was shocked and frightened. He sat on the couch and patted his chest and said: "Fortunately, the head of the hospital arrived in time, otherwise... I can't imagine the result. That evil loach is too powerful. Okay, now, he can no longer harm others. This is called evil being punished... Hmm... Xiao An, it seems that this matter has something to do with the Cui family... Wait a minute, I will find it for you. Golden medicine for sores." After saying this, he jumped off the couch and rummaged through the cabinets with his shoes for a long time to find a small porcelain bottle.
"Dazhi, you are much more sensible and stable than before." He An took off his blood-stained clothes and poured the white powder from the porcelain bottle onto the wound on his shoulder. The slight sting made him frown, and there were several wounds on his body. Fortunately, the wound only scratched a little skin. The kick from Huang Daogong in the lower abdomen was the most serious, and it still hurts slightly.
He took a breath of cold air. The bitter taste in his mouth has not dissipated. The girl doesn't know what kind of medicine she gave herself. In short, she will not harm me. He An shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Xiao An, if you are in severe pain, just eat a chicken leg. When I was a child, I went up a tree to retrieve bird eggs and broke my arm. When it hurts, my dad would give me a chicken leg... and I wouldn't feel the pain anymore." Fan Dazhi was concerned. looked at He An and said.
"I'm fine. It's getting late. Let's get some rest early." He An said with a smile. When Fan Dazhi got into bed, he sat cross-legged on the couch and began to adjust his breath and exercise.
Fan Dazhi poked his head out of the bed, winked and smiled: "Xiao An, um... Chanjuan is very nice to you, and she even gave you a lot of delicious food, hehehe."
This guy smiled in a weird way. He An didn't bother to pay attention to him and silently operated his skills. After a while, the Danji in his lower abdomen became extremely hot, and the true energy accumulated in the Danji was released uncontrollably, flowing freely in the body. The dull pain in the injured lower abdomen became more intense.
He An was secretly frightened and hurriedly stopped exercising, but was surprised to find that the vitality of heaven and earth above his head was extremely strong, pouring into his body at a speed several times faster than usual. With the cool breeze outside the window, more and more vitality of heaven and earth poured into his body. The gathering gradually formed a huge vortex, hanging above He An's head like a funnel...
"Wow! Xiao An, what kind of skills did you practice? How did you do it?" Fan Dazhi clearly felt the strange fluctuations in the vitality in the room, and he was stunned and exclaimed.
"I...I..." He An's face turned red and he clenched his teeth. The wounds on his body were like countless ants crawling, and they were itching very uncomfortably. His stomach was churning, and a strong fishy and bitter smell rushed into his jaw. He almost opened his mouth and vomited. .
He An instantly understood that the power of the pill he had taken was beginning to take effect, but the effect... was too overbearing.
Fan Dazhi looked at He An who was sweating profusely with envy, and thought to himself: "This is what the teacher said is gifted, gifted. Martial arts has advanced by leaps and bounds, and I can't compare to it no matter what... "
Little did he know that He An was going through the ordeal of life and death, and the pill that Han Chanjuan fed him was the rare "Golden Peak Divine Pill" in the world. Because of the rare medicinal materials, this medicine is extremely difficult to refine. It is said that this medicine can give life to human flesh and death. White bones can even be used by practitioners to reshape their physical bodies and improve their understanding of the body. When the Daliang Kingdom fell, Han Zongwang, one of the four great masters in the world, found five of them in the Daliang Kingdom's treasury. Because he doted on his granddaughter Chanjuan, he gave her two.
At this time, He An had a large amount of heaven and earth vitality pouring into his body, but the Danji Qi was extremely chaotic, and he was in danger of going wrong and entering the demonic veins at any time, and his veins would be destroyed.
A trace of panic flashed in his heart, and he tried to use different techniques to incorporate the true energy into the elixir base, but he was disappointed with the effect. The effect of the "Golden Peak God Pill" was too overbearing. With his current level of cultivation, it would undoubtedly be a waste of time. The meridians of the body simply cannot bear it.
The true energy in his body was wandering wildly and uncontrollably, tearing at the meridians in his body, like thousands of knives gouging out...
He An raised his hand in pain and made a strange posture, trying to run the exercises to gather the true energy in his body into his right arm. It took about half a stick of incense to gather it.
He An was exhausted and just about to give up. The zhenqi poured into his right arm wandered to the "Quchi point" and suddenly accelerated. The next moment, a miracle happened. The countless disordered zhenqi in the Danji seemed to be summoned, going crazy. Rush to the "Quchi point" on the right arm.
Quchi point, also known as Yangze and Guichen, belongs to the large intestine meridian of Hand Yangming and is a He point. The five elements belong to earth. Countless true energy seems to be guided, flowing in one after another. Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth.
He An's body pain immediately subsided, his spirit was shaken, and his skills were running faster. His right hand trembled slightly, three fingers were clasped together, his index finger and middle finger pointed at the window, "chichi", a fierce force of energy shot out through his fingers, directly There was a big hole in the thorny window paper.
"Shocking Finger" - He An accidentally used the first move of "Shocking Finger".
He was extremely eager to improve his martial arts skills, especially since he was almost killed by Huang Daogong tonight in the battle. This thought became more and more urgent, and the sudden change made him ecstatic.
When He An studied "Shocking Finger" in the past, whenever the true energy flowed to the "Quchi point", it would stagnate. This was because the demand for strong true energy in this technique was so abnormal that ordinary people's Danji could not accommodate it. Zhenqi cannot activate the first move at all.
As soon as the "Shocking Finger" came out, the true energy in his body was suddenly tamed like countless galloping wild horses, and slowly flowed into Danji.
"Xiao An, you actually succeeded?" Fan Dazhi curled up under the quilt with half of his head exposed, watching the scene without blinking.
"Teacher, didn't you say that no one has mastered "Shocking Finger" for hundreds of years? Why does it look so easy? Maybe there is only one explanation, and that is that Xiao An is too talented..." Fan Dazhi met He An There was no reply. He lay on the bed and touched his chin, thinking to himself.
A mysterious peak is shrouded in clouds and mist. This white mist is actually the vitality of heaven and earth, and a man is sitting next to a chessboard playing chess.
Just as He An activated the "Shocking Finger", the man said softly, "Hey", and paused for a moment while twisting a sunspot in his hand. He looked into the distance, as if he saw He An's face clearly, and smiled. : "It's interesting!" After saying that, the black stone fell, and the big dragon on the chessboard became...
