Chapter 112 – Walking on the Road and Reuniting the Meridians Against the Sky

Chapter 112 Road Trip and Reuniting Meridians Against the Sky
On the twenty-second day of the Lunar New Year, it is appropriate to travel, move earth, and open a business.

Seven miles west of Ping’an County, straight to the north on the official road, when it is the dead of winter, the sparse weeds along the roadside are full of ice skaters, a few sparrows fall, chirping cheerfully, eating the scattered grass seeds, suddenly frightened fluttering to the distance.

A head of red hair, the ground, ugly small earth dog, drooping ears to catch up, see no opportunity to take advantage of, boredom lifted up the hind legs, sprinkled a Thomas circling urine.

“Jingle bells ……”

A carriage tied with wind chimes slowly traveled under the flank of four riders.

The horses were old horses with thin skin and bones and balled up hair, and the carriage was an inferior one with an oubliette, linen cloth, and acacia wood wheels.

Among the four riders, there was a cockney-looking youth, a one-eyed dragon strong man, a middle-aged man with a white face and an eight-handed beard, and a milky boy.

The one who drove the carriage was a peach blossom eyed, delicate and pretty little girl.

“Departure Jianghu! Hey, a yo-yo’s, it feels so good to break into the jungle!” Huang Dagui was holding the horse’s reins with one hand and carrying a plain sword with the other, his one eye radiating excitement.

White tip fine warped orchid finger, the mother of the outrageous, crunching a laugh, “Dagui said the right thing, people in front of a little fear to come, this out, all relaxed, Jianghu is good ah, no one than I know more about the jianghu.”

“Don’t move, I want to compose a poem!”

On the other hand, Han Jiulang raised his hand, with a grave face, looking at the crowd’s puzzled and uncertain gaze, earnestly and slowly chanted: “The Jianghu is a bowl of water, a few brothers come to drink it, the water is a little sweet, there is acid in the sweet, sweet and sour, sweet and sour is delicious, and my heart is still the same! How?”

“How a donkey shit yo-yo!”

Huang Dagui laughed up in the air, “Poems have four lines, what the hell is your five lines? It’s too rough, still need to work on it ah Jiulang.”

“I don’t believe it! Can’t this be my words?”

Han Jiulang had a sense of unrecognized righteous indignation, then turned with a smile and said, “You crude martial artists, how do you know the elegance of our Ziyi?”

“Good fellow, it’s become a Zi Day, ask the Eighth Patriarch if he understands?” Huang Dagui pointed to the front with a serious face.

Han Jiulang also looked ahead with a surprised face: “Eighth Boss, give an analysis from your professional perspective and say something accurate!”

The little yellow in front of the waves everywhere turned back at the sound, rolled his eyes in contempt, and sent another Thomas hovering urine.

“You’ve changed eight pawns, you used to pee not like this!”

“Cluck cluck cluck ……”

Han Qiniang, who was driving the cart, slowed down her already slow speed, once again, squinting her peach blossom eyes and laughing non-stop.

“Huh?” Bai Jianxiao then looked towards Murong Huo, who had been silent all this time, and curiously said, “Seventh Boss, something on your mind?”

Murong Hugh shook his head, hesitantly, smacking his lips to taste some, then shaking his head again: “The divine water that Big Boss gave me to drink last night had a fishy smell, and when I recall it today, there is also a smell of urine, so it can’t be that it’s from the 8th Boss’s urine, right? Now why do I want to wave around so badly?”

“How is this …… a wave?” Huang Da Gui, Han Jiulang several people looked over in unison.

“It’s …… inexplicably wanting to find someone to scold a fight, or pretend and lie, or else it’s uncomfortable, a very strange idea, can you guys understand it?”

Murong Hugh hesitantly looked at the crowd, saw that it was difficult for the crowd to understand, so he had to look at the carriage, “Da Dangjia?”

“Don’t shout, Big Boss is resting.” Cui Ying’er’s cool and undeniable voice came out.

Inside the carriage is not large, but enough to sit down two or three people, the left side of the box of bunches of tutors sent by the students of Yi Kwai She, probably taking into account the fact that the husband no longer has any martial arts skills, is full of medicines, books, incense and a portion of the gold jewels.

On the right side is the folding gun that Big Boss captured from Song Dongshi, and all the people’s clothes and sundries.

On the short collapse placed more than ten quilts, only at this time Xin Zhuo did not cover the quilt, eyes closed tightly, body inserted full of bright silver needles, silver needles are still stained with green medicinal juice. Cui Ying’er is gently holding him in her arms, for fear of hurting him, but at this time, looking at his body full of silver needles, although I do not know what these needles are used for, but still full of worry and heartache.

Lowering her head, she gently kissed on Xin Zhuo’s forehead, like a sister’s heartache for her younger brother, and then tears slipped down drop by drop.

As a matter of fact, in addition to Su Miaojin taking care of Xin Zhuo for eighteen days, the rest of the time was all Cui Ying’er’s meticulous care.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo’s body trembled unnoticeably, as if he was in great pain.

Only he himself could clearly detect that the broken meridians in his body were twisting at an extremely high speed, rapidly reorganizing and coalescing in an incomparably subtle manner.

This would have been absolutely impossible to do, even a Grandmaster could not do it, but “xxxx” could.

This “xxxx” medical art is a very bizarre and unpredictable one, which can be seen from the fact that the old man riding the dragon 500 years ago, or even longer, carved it carefully, and even went so far as to use traps to disguise his work.

Perhaps the intention of the old man did not want to be outsiders to get to go, just leave their own descendants, or only to the amazing talent, enlightenment, or must reach a certain realm to be worthy of enlightenment.

This seems to be very consistent with the legendary metaphysical formula, very strict.

On the contrary, Xin Zhuo got it, and this was also the bottom line that he dared to ask Su Miaojin to help him and put his life in danger.

The carriage was slow, so slow that it was equivalent to walking, and by the afternoon, it still had not gotten out of the boundaries of Fufeng Province.

The moment before the sun was about to set.

Meridians finally reorganized, weakness, powerlessness swept away, the Sea of Qi, Mud Palace Pill and other meridians to re-emit the domineering power of the “chaos of yin and yang of the Berserkers Decision”, in all directions of the true qi in a fine stream of the way, slowly coming.

So fine that outside the waves overturned, nonsense Murong Huo several people and Cui Ying’er they did not notice.

Xin Zhuo snapped his eyes open and sighed in a slightly unnoticeable manner.

Meridian reorganization, realm return, martial arts as before, completely does not affect the breakthrough of the realm or even the fusion of martial arts, just …… a great master is a great master after all, more or less leaving a little dark injury.

To “xxxx” dharma introduction, these meridian bruises to their own small master realm can be completely removed, and must be within a year, otherwise it will be permanently left.

Mr. Dongfang and that Spirit Destroyer are really extraordinary and cannot be underestimated!

In other words, he had to break through to the Minor Sovereign realm, which was the Fourth Grade realm, within a year!
Today, it was the seventh rank, and there were still six great realms to go!
One year, six great realms!
Ten or so days short of being seventeen, an eighteen year old Little Patriarch?

At this time, he felt a bit sticky on his forehead, and raised his eyes, only to realize that Cui Ying’er was hugging herself, her face next to his own, asleep.

Fox eyes and slightly rough goose egg face, asleep even with a few points of heartache.

Xin Zhuo some emotion, or his own woman reliable, know heartache, not too much heart, softly said: “Ying’er sister?”

Cui Ying’er woke up fiercely, without fear of holding him tightly in his arms: “Big pawn don’t be afraid, sister is here, no one can bully you!”

Xin Zhuo:”……”

……

The town of Du Menmen, thirty miles ahead, was the gateway through Fufeng Province and Jingjiang Province to the north.

At this moment, outside the town, hundreds of figures stood straight, eyes like torches, swords in hand, coldly looking at where they were coming from.

In front of the four chairs, sitting four people, Murong family Murong Zhe old man, is clearly in the list.

(End of chapter)