After leaving the blacksmith shop, Meng Zhao's aura became more ethereal and illusory. He exerted his strength and the people around him subconsciously ignored it. Therefore, as he rushed to the road, he quickly returned to the big bald man who had once threatened him.

This is a three-in-one mansion. The previous owner was a fur businessman in the county town. He had no background in his family, so he only joined a small gang and learned some three-legged cat skills, but he could not keep his wealth at all.

When the order was stable and the majesty of the Great Yong Dynasty was still alive, it was fine, and no one dared to take action, but with the changes in the environment, without background and without strength, it is naturally easy to cause trouble.

Later, Zeng threatened to destroy his family and killed him. The house was taken down by Zeng Qian. It was not so luxurious, but it was also a relatively good property.

There are many people living in the courtyards that have entered the three places, and there have been as many as seven women, as well as some trusted younger brothers’ protection, maids and servants who serve their lives every day, so they are not well-off to live.

As the eighth wife Zeng Qian nominally robbed, Ji Rushuang was also assigned to a small courtyard and lived with Meng Zhao. She had no other servants to serve her. She looked strange and there were some gossips in the mansion.

After all, Ji Rushuang is a big-bellied woman and is already showing her concern. For the sake of safety, she should be taken care of by a careful maid, rather than a man with thick hands and thick feet.

Furthermore, Meng Zhao's identity is Zeng Hun's cousin. Although his kinship is pretty good, he always feels a little strange when he lives in the same courtyard with the woman he snatched back with his cousin.

Of course, under the power of "terror" that Zeng threatened, there are still few gossips in this mansion.

In addition, I don’t know if it was because I once threatened me. The atmosphere in the entire mansion was not very good. Whether it was the servants or the warriors guarding the mansion, they all had expressionless expressions and were unkind and unkind, which was considered an alternative quiet atmosphere.

Ji Rushuang was meditating in the room and practicing Qi. She was sitting cross-legged on a futon with her belly tightly closed. The windows and doors looked a bit weird and funny, but it was a necessary prerequisite for practicing.

What you practice is not the martial arts you have learned in the past, but is the simple but extremely effective method of breathing, called Mingyang breathing, the purpose is not to improve your cultivation and condense your internal strength, but to be able to understand the information of the meridians in your body and refine vital energy. On the one hand, it gives the fetus abundant nutrients, and on the other hand, it makes up for your own depletion and subsidize the foundation.

There are three martial arts that Ji Rushuang learned. One is the ancestral heart-made martial arts of the Ji clan. It is vast and grand, but it is not delicate. The other is the heart-made martial arts taught by the Liu family. It is relatively plain and has no special features. It can be described as mediocre. The last one is the scales and claws of the magical skills she learned during her adventure in the mountains.

But it was the mystery of Xu Shenyi that allowed her to learn from the outside and without a teacher, and she practiced a fierce and cold inner breath, which was extremely lethal. Unfortunately, she did not understand the method of nourishing her body and hurt others and herself, which caused considerable trauma to Ji Rushuang's body.

In fact, it is largely because the cold internal energy was produced in recent years and the foundation was shallow. If her cultivation time takes longer and her internal energy is condensed, I am afraid that if this internal energy does not need to turn into cold true energy, she will lose her body's vitality and lose her true yin and make it difficult to give birth to children.

Ji Rushuang obviously knew the disadvantages of this martial arts. After becoming pregnant, she dispelled the cold internal force.

After following Meng Zhao to the Zeng family, he was taught the Mingyang breathing technique. During the breathing, it was like spring breeze, and the warm sun circling in the body, blowing, moistening things silently rejuvenating the body.

The effect of this breathing method is quite obvious. After Ji Rushuang practiced it, he knew it would be of great benefit to him. Therefore, in addition to nourishing the fetus and reading books, he often spends breathing in breathing, and his body is much healthier, no longer as weak as Meng Zhao when he first met him.

Dada, there was a knock on the door. Ji Rushuang woke up from entering into meditation, knowing that if there was no need, outsiders would not come here to disturb him. Even if Zeng Kuang was just pretending, it should be Meng Zhao who knocked on the door.

He quickly got up, walked to the door, opened the door and saw that it was Meng Zhao who had disguised himself.

Without saying anything, he welcomed the person in, closed the door and asked with concern.

"Young Master Lu, is there any news about my tribe?"

After these days of contact, Ji Rushuang has already realized that he has two value to Meng Zhao now.

First, it is the whereabouts of the magical skill she promised. However, Meng Zhao did not use her for the time being, but she would give it sooner or later. She was mentally prepared for this.

If Meng Zhao had forced her to set out together to find the magical skill, she had no choice but to go with him with her big belly. Fortunately, the young young man did not fail to do this, but instead gave her a very reliable sense of security, which made her cry for gratitude.

The second is her identity as the daughter of the leader of the Ji clan of Danchi clan. This value seems to be greater than the first point in her sense, because Meng Zhao is very eager to help her run around and find where the tribe members are, obviously having his own purpose.

That's right, Ji Rushuang had already realized that Meng Zhao did not leave her behind, but helped her settle down and even taught her such exquisite breathing skills. The reason was her identity as the Danchi clan, not pity or her beauty.

This is really not good news, because it involves the Danchi clan, and Meng Zhao's identity and origin are unpredictable, and his name may be fake. Ji Rushuang doesn't know what kind of conspiracy is hidden in it.

But as a weak and lonely woman, she couldn't change anything at all. She could only obey Meng Zhao and see if she could find her relatives, and at the same time, she would try her best to avoid harm from her own tribe.

As soon as Meng Zhao entered the door, his muscles made crackling sounds, returning to his normal appearance and skin tone. He saw Ji Rushuang's eyes shining. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he felt a magical feeling every time.

"There is news. Look at this map. The one marked on it is the activities of the Danchi clan within Hushan and the situation of trading with foreign countries. If you are right, then you will be able to reunite with your father's clan members soon."

Although Meng Zhao's many doubts were not resolved, it did not affect his good mood. He said with a smile and handed it to Ji Rushuang the cloth.

"I really found it? Yes, but my father and others are so close to me, why don't they send people to contact me on their own initiative?"

Ji Rushuang was surprised, but she was a little confused.

Although the married daughter is splashed with water, it should be related to it normally.
Chapter completed!