The twenty-second 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, it 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.

"Dingling bell..."

A carriage with wind chimes on it was slowly approaching, surrounded by four riders.

The horse is a skinny old horse with shaggy hair, and the carriage is a low-quality carriage with a black shed, 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 who is still young.

The driver was a pretty girl with peach blossom eyes.

"Let's go to the arena! Hey, you're a fool, it feels so good to be in 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 cute. 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 great. No one knows the world better than me."

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"Don't move, I'm going to compose a poem!"

On the other side, Han Jiulang raised his hand, with a solemn expression on his face, looking at everyone's doubtful eyes, he seriously and slowly chanted: "Jianghu has a bowl of water, brothers, come and drink it, the water is a little sweet, and there is something sweet in it."

Sour, sweet and sour, my heart is still full of deliciousness! How about 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 a 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 tell the truth!"

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've 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, "Does the seventh master have something on his 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... is this a waste of time?" Huang Dagui, Han Jiulang and others 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 all over. 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 large, but it is enough to seat two or three people. 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 and 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, and the silver needles were 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 heartache.

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 himself 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 based on nature and is weird and 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.

Perhaps the old man's original intention was not to be accessed by outsiders, but to leave it to his descendants, or to only give it to people with amazing talents and incredible understanding, or perhaps 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 the reason why he dared to ask Su Miaojin to help and put himself to death.

The carriage was very slow, almost as slow as walking. By 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 powerlessness were swept away. The Qi Hai, Ni Gong Wan 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 in a trickle. advent.

There was so much noise outside that neither Murong Xiu nor Cui Ying'er noticed the nonsense.

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 method of "xxxx", these bruises on the meridians can be completely removed only by the level of a small master, and it must be within a year, otherwise they 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!

It is now at the seventh level, and there are still six major realms left!

One year, six great 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 his fox eyes and slightly rough oval face, he actually felt a little distressed when he fell asleep.

Xin Zhuo felt a little emotional, but her own woman was reliable. She 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 Prefecture and Jingjiang Prefecture to the north.

At this time, hundreds of figures stood upright outside the town, with eyes like torches and swords in hand, looking coldly at where they came from.
Chapter completed!