"Uh, really? Then - let me test you too..." Ah Jiu tapped the car with her fingers, with a trace of teasing in her eyes.
Wu Jiuzi suddenly shuddered, but then yawned: "Shiren Yahui, it's boring for me to test you and you to test me again. It's late at night and you are sick, so you should rest. It's too much to talk about."
Ah Jiu was leaning on the carriage, looking lazy. When Wu Jiuzi said this, he glanced at her with a half-smile. This look seemed to have deep meaning, which made Wu Jiuzi's heart skip a beat.
But he then lowered his eyes as if nothing had happened: "Okay, I'll listen to you this time."
Just now he was lying there feebly, but now he can sit upright. Except that his face is a little pale, he can no longer see much illness.
His sitting posture is a little strange, with his left hand on top of his right hand, his right hand making a fist, and the two fingers of his left hand pointing upwards. This is exactly the posture he just mentioned for meditating and practicing fighting spirit.
He closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes lightly covering his eyes and face, sitting there like a Buddha.
Wu Jiuzi's heart moved. She leaned on the carriage and looked at him for a moment, and saw that he seemed to be in trance, completely forgetting himself.
She followed suit and began to meditate, thinking about the method of refining fighting spirit, and thinking about the fighting spirit in Dantian...
After about half an hour, she finally felt a lively flow of air in her body that moved slightly with her thoughts. She tried to lift it with her mind, and it actually made her lift a thin line and slowly flowed through her body...
There is a way! She felt happy in her heart, held her breath even more and concentrated, trying her best to sense——
She was so engrossed at this moment that she didn't notice that Ah Jiu opened her eyes at some point and looked at her quietly.
His expression was reserved and calm, and a light flickered slightly in the depths of his eyes, seeming indifferent yet gentle, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wu Jiuzi meditated for a full two hours, and the fighting power as thin as a spring had expanded into a stream, flowing lively and endlessly in her body...
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Wu Jiuzi was awakened by the chirping of birds. She opened her eyes and found that she was still in the slightly swaying carriage. Sunlight streamed in from the small window of the carriage, making it warm and extremely comfortable.
She stretched out and felt that her sleep was not as sound and sweet as usual.
She glanced around the carriage. The furnishings in the carriage were arranged in an orderly manner, just as they were before she meditated.
But - what about Ah Jiu?
She was alone in the carriage, and even the blood stains on the quilt had disappeared without a trace, as if that person had never appeared.
Wu Jiuzi suddenly opened the curtain, and the simple coachman was still driving forward. The trees on both sides were shady, and the roads were crisscrossed, creating an idyllic scenery. From time to time, other carriages passed by on the road, which looked quite prosperous.
"Little girl, you're awake. You had a good sleep this time." The simple uncle greeted her with a smile.
Wu Jiuzi sweated. She was clearly meditating last night. When did she fall asleep?
And he still woke up until dawn!
The sun has already risen for a long time!
"Uncle, where is Ah Jiu?"
"Are you talking about the injured young man? He got off the bus at Luo'an City, which he passed by just now, and said he had other important matters... He was on a different road from us."
"When did this happen?"
"An hour ago, he saw that the girl was sleeping soundly, so he said he wouldn't wake you up... Well, he also said that he would like to thank the girl for saving his life, and that he would repay her in the future. By the way, he also left a handle for the girl.
The sword is said to be for the girl to defend herself..."