The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 79 Dreaming Again, Heavenly Bird Gate
In the evening of the next day, in the hotel room, Zhao Qing changed Rui Xi's ointment by taking advantage of the dim sunlight falling from the gap of the side window, and then sat down on another bed, closing his eyes slightly.

Gently brushing the blade of Hao Cao Xiaojian with her fingers, she felt a biting cold sword energy rushing up along her meridians.

The essence of gold is outer yin and inner yang, so that yin is the body, and the essence of yang is contained in it.Therefore, Jianqi, as a kind of Qi of the golden element, gives people the feeling of coldness, sharpness and chill.

But when it reached the dantian along the meridians, it seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and the original rigid external form slowly melted away, giving it a bit of flexibility.

After the sword qi left the dantian, it seemed to have been tempered for a while, and it became gentle from the irritable state, and a few strands of it penetrated into the meridians during the march.

Half an hour later, Zhao Qing opened his eyes, knowing that this time the sword energy quenching pulse had been completed.

The fire qi contained in the fire orifice pill can indeed accelerate the refining of the metal qi.

After using "raging fire" to melt away the excessive sharpness of the sword qi, the tolerance of the meridians in her body to the tempering of the sword qi has also increased a lot, and the interval between performing exercises that had been nearly twelve hours was shortened to about four hours.

Now, Zhao Qing's Twelve Orthodox and Extraordinary Meridians and Eight Meridians are all integrated with a ray of sword energy, meeting the minimum conditions for practicing "Cheng Yu Xing Tian Jue".

If it was a normal period, she would probably wait for a while longer and use the excess gold energy to recharge the "Dream Citation".

However, facing such a crisis right now, Zhao Qing decided not to wait any longer, and directly used the four strands of golden energy in the quotation to activate the ability to dream into the heavens.

The quaint imprint in her mind sensed her thoughts and emitted a bright light, creating a suction force for consciousness in the depths of Niwan Palace.

Feeling black in front of his eyes, Zhao Qing faintly felt a white light with a small amount of red light carrying him through the two layers of barriers, and then disappeared.

……

Overhead Ming Dynasty, Wanli year, early April.

Next to a mulberry forest with dense leaves, on a wide and flat dirt road, a young girl walked lightly.

The sky was dark, the evening wind was bleak, and the cool wind rustled the leaves on the mulberry trees.

Zhao Qing was wearing a green shirt and was fiddling with something with his hands.

Upon closer inspection, in her hands were more than a dozen extremely thin pieces of mulberry bark, which were slowly woven into a long and tough rope as her fingers changed.

Walking along the road, outside the mulberry forest is a small village with only a few families.

Closer to the roadside, there is a small wooden house with windows on all sides, and a shabby cloth strip with the word "hotel" hanging on the door.

This is a small hotel opened by villagers for passing guests.

The hotel is really small, there are only three wooden tables in total, but it is very clean.

Zhao Qing was standing at the door of the hotel with a hesitant look on his face.

Just like the last time she fell into a dream, she didn't have any money on her body.

Zhao Qing didn't know whether he should go in, ask for a glass of water, or find a crowded place along the road to earn some money by doing things.

Possessing a superb martial arts, but penniless, such a thing is common and not common, and rare is not very rare.

At least, she has now met another person in the world who is also penniless.

It was a thin and small beggar with disheveled hair, holding a dirty broken bowl in his hand, walking towards the hotel with his head down.

The strange thing is that the size of each step of his is almost exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler.

If it is a knowledgeable person in the world, he can quickly judge that this beggar has a lot of martial arts.

Zhao Qing's knowledge is not only not low, but also has profound attainments in lightness kung fu.Therefore, she judged the level of martial arts of the beggar at a glance, at least the first-class level in the world of Liancheng Jue.

Immediately afterwards, a person dressed as a peddler appeared behind the beggar.In the hands of the hawker are two baskets stacked on top of each other. The lid of the basket is half open, and it can be seen that the inside is full of steaming steamed buns.

"How many people have you poisoned to death today?"

A strange tone of voice came from a distance, and a sour poor scholar turned into the intersection with his hands behind his back, and he could faintly see a half-worn copy of "The Analects of Confucius" behind him.

The steamed stuffed bun seller poisoned people to death?Zhao Qing felt a little vigilant, if what Poor Xiucai said was true, it seemed that the rivers and lakes here were much more dangerous than before.

"It's easy to hide a sharp gun, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow." Poison and other tricks sound old-fashioned, but they are actually quite scary.

Fortunately, from the current point of view, the poor scholar with the highest martial arts among the three is only at the level of "Falling Flowers and Flowing Water" in Liancheng Jue, and is far from his opponent.

I just don't know, what is the purpose of these people passing by here?They have just penetrated not long ago, of course they can't come for themselves.

But you can also try to listen to the conversation between them from a distance, and judge what kind of world this is.

Hearing what Poor Scholar said behind his back, the peddler rolled his eyes and said, "My steamed stuffed bun can only be poisoned to death if a dog eats it, do you believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it." Poor scholar put "The Analects of Confucius" in his arms, swallowed, touched his withered stomach, and shook his head reluctantly.

The peddler glanced at him and shouted, "It's fine if you don't believe me. Little beggar over there, would you like two big meat buns that have just come out of the cage?"

Before the beggar could say yes, he had already taken out two plump and round meat buns from the cage, and threw them at the beggar six or seven feet away.

The shaggy-headed beggar turned around, opened his mouth wide to meet the flying steamed bun, bit the steamed bun accurately, and shut his mouth again, the steamed stuffed bun was swallowed whole by him.

The peddler kept throwing seven or eight buns with both hands. He threw them fast, and the beggar swallowed them fast. Suddenly, the seven or eight buns disappeared, and they were all swallowed by the thin and small beggar.

Seeing that the beggar was not poisoned after eating the buns, Poor Xiucai hurriedly shouted: "Don't bloat him to death, I want some buns too."

"Okay." The peddler smiled, and threw the bun in his hand at the poor scholar, who grabbed it and put it in his arms.

"Little girl over there, do you want meat buns? Originally, 1 taels of buns are given away for free today." Glancing at Zhao Qing who was standing at the entrance of the hotel, the vendor suddenly called out.

Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows, and the slender hemp rope woven in his hands seemed to be fluttering in the wind, but there was a very subtle sound of cutting the air.

It seems that this is not a soft rope, but an extremely sharp soft sword.This is the effect of "Heavenly Soldiers Refining Shape and Leading Soldiers" after the sword energy is quenched.

"Bao Crow! Don't scare others." The cold voice suddenly sounded along the entire road.

At some point, an old man wearing a long robe and a cap appeared on the road, holding a long pipe in his hand.

"Mr. Fan Da, you are finally here." The poor scholar stuffed the bun into his mouth and said vaguely.

"I should have come a long time ago." The old man replied coldly: "Under the Tianqin sect, respecting the teacher is the first priority. Tomorrow morning, Mr. Huo will have a duel with Lu Xiaofeng, you should all know .”

Heavenly Bird Gate?Lu Xiaofeng?Gently rubbing her hair, Zhao Qing has already guessed the current world, it should be the ancient dragon world, the time is in the first part of Lu Xiaofeng's legend.

The so-called Uncle Huo is obviously the only son of the old man Tianqin in his later years, Huo Tianqing.However, I remember that Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng had agreed on two duels, and I don't know which time period it is now.

　Lu Xiaofeng was in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, but it is a fictional version.

　　(The following is the original text)

　　Lu Xiaofeng said: "Where do you often go?"

　　The little old man nodded and said: "[Toyotomi Hideyoshi is now in power in Fusang Middle School. This man is a generation of heroes, with great ambitions, and has long been interested in our country and North Korea.]." He smiled more happily, and said: "The batch of jewelry outside was originally given to him by an important person in the court, but I accepted it halfway."

　　……

　　The little old man laughed again and said: "If these jewels are transported to Fusang, there will be great chaos in the middle of our country. Although I have lived abroad for a long time, I still have my homeland in my heart. I am not doing this for myself."

　　Lu Xiaofeng said: "How did you know about this? Who is the important official in the court who wants to collude with [Toyotomi Hideyoshi]?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)