The next evening, in the hotel room, with the dim sunlight falling through the side window, Zhao Qing changed Rui Xi's ointment once, then sat down on another bed and closed his eyes slightly.
Gently grazing the blade of Haocao Xiaojian with her fingers, she felt a ray of cold and biting sword energy rushing up along her meridians.
The essence of gold is yin on the outside and yang on the inside, with yin as the body and containing the essence of yang. Therefore, sword energy, as a kind of metal energy, feels cold, sharp and chilling. p>
But when it reaches the Dantian along the meridians, it seems to have been burned by a fierce fire. The originally strong external form slowly melts away, and it becomes a little more flexible.
After the sword energy left the dantian, it seemed to have been tempered, and it became gentle from a violent state, and several strands penetrated into the meridians as it traveled.
Half an hour later, Zhao Qing opened his eyes, knowing that this time the sword energy tempering pulse had been completed.
The fire energy contained in the Fire Aperture Pill can indeed accelerate the refining of the metal energy.
After using "raging fire" to melt away the excessive sharpness of the sword energy, the meridians in her body were able to withstand the tempering of the sword energy a lot, and the original interval of nearly twelve hours was shortened to about four hours.<
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Now, Zhao Qing's twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians have been integrated with a wisp of sword energy, meeting the minimum conditions for practicing the "Cheng Yu Xing Tian Jue".
If it were normal times, she would probably wait for a while and use the excess metal energy to recharge the "Dream Citation".
However, facing such a crisis now, Zhao Qing decided not to wait any longer and directly used the four strands of golden energy mentioned in the quote to activate the ability to dream into the heavens.
The ancient imprint in her mind sensed her thoughts, emitted a bright light, and created a suction force on consciousness deep in Niwan Palace.
His vision went dark, and 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.
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Overview of the Ming Dynasty, Wanli period, early April.
Next to a mulberry forest with dense leaves, on a wide and smooth dirt road, a girl with light steps was walking.
The sky was dark, the evening breeze was bleak, and the cool breeze made the leaves on the mulberry trees rustle.
Zhao Qing is wearing a green shirt and is fiddling with something with his hands.
Upon closer inspection, she found that in her hands were more than a dozen extremely fine mulberry barks, which were slowly woven into a long and tough rope as her fingers moved.
Walking along the road, outside the mulberry forest is a small village with only a few families.
Close to the roadside, there is a small wooden house with windows on all sides, and a shabby piece of cloth with the word "hotel" hanging on the door.
This is a small hotel opened by villagers for passing guests.
The hotel is really small, with only three wooden tables in total, but it is kept very clean.
Zhao Qing stood at the door of the hotel, with a hesitant look on his face.
Just like the last dream, she didn't have any money on her body.
Zhao Qing didn't know if he should go in and ask for a glass of water, or if he should find a crowded place along the road and make some money.
Having superb martial arts skills but being penniless is not uncommon, even if it is common, and it is not uncommon, even if it is rare.
At least, she has now met another man in the world who is also penniless.
It was a thin and small beggar with a shaggy head, holding a dirty broken bowl in his hand and walking towards the hotel with his head lowered.
The strange thing is that the size of each step he takes is almost exactly the same, as if he had measured it with a ruler.
If you are a knowledgeable person in the world, you will quickly be able to tell that this beggar has considerable martial arts skills.
Zhao Qing's knowledge was not only high, but she also had profound attainments in Qinggong. Therefore, she could tell at a glance that the beggar's martial arts level was at least the first-rate level in the Liancheng Jue world.
Immediately afterwards, a man dressed as a hawker appeared behind the beggar. In the hawker's hand were two cages stacked on top of each other. The lids of the cages were half open, and you could see that they were full of steaming steamed buns.
"How many more people have you poisoned today?"
A word with a strange tone came from the distance, and a poor scholar full of sourness turned into the intersection, with his hands behind his back, and half of a worn-out "The Analects of Confucius" could be vaguely seen behind him.
The bun seller poisoned people to death? Zhao Qing felt a little vigilant in his heart. If what the poor scholar said is true, it seems that the world here is much more dangerous than before.
"It's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against a hidden arrow." Tricks like poison may 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 "Luo Hua Liu Shui" in Liancheng Jue, and is far from his opponent.
I just don’t know, what is the purpose of these people passing here? They have just penetrated here not long ago, of course they cannot come here for themselves.
But you can also try listening to their conversations from a distance and judge what kind of world this is.
After hearing what the poor scholar said behind his back, the hawker rolled his eyes and said, "My buns will only be poisoned to death if dogs eat them. Do you believe it or not?"
"I don't believe it." The poor scholar put "The Analects of Confucius" in his arms, swallowed, touched his withered belly, and shook his head reluctantly.
The hawker glanced at him and shouted: "Forget it if you don't believe me. The little beggar over there, would you like two big meat buns just out of the cage?"
Before the beggar could say yes, he had already taken out two large, plump and round meat buns from the basket and threw them towards the beggar six or seven feet away.
I saw the shaggy-headed beggar turn around, open his mouth wide to face the flying bun, and bite the bun accurately. When he closed his mouth again, the bun was swallowed whole by him.
The vendor kept throwing seven or eight buns with both hands. The faster he threw them, the faster the beggar swallowed them. Suddenly, all the seven or eight buns disappeared and were completely swallowed by the thin and small beggar. p>
Seeing that the beggar was not poisoned after eating the buns, the poor scholar quickly shouted: "Don't bloat him to death, I also want some buns."
"Okay." The vendor smiled and threw the bun in his hand towards the poor scholar, who caught him and held it in his arms.
"Little girl over there, do you want meat buns? The buns were originally 10,000 taels each, but they are given away for free today." Glancing at Zhao Qing who was standing at the door of the hotel, the vendor suddenly greeted him loudly.
Zhao Qing raised his eyebrows, and the slender hemp rope he had finished weaving in his hand seemed to be fluttering gently in the wind, but it made 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 the skill after completing the sword energy quenching pulse.
"Bao Crow! Don't scare others." A cold voice suddenly sounded on the entire road.
At some point, an old man wearing a long robe and a cap appeared on the road, holding a long dry 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 teachers and respecting morality is the first priority. Tomorrow morning, Uncle Huo will have a duel with Lu Xiaofeng. You all should know it.
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Tianqinmen? Lu Xiaofeng? Gently rubbed his hair, Zhao Qing had already guessed that the current world should be the ancient dragon world, and the time was in the first part of Lu Xiaofeng's legend.
The so-called Uncle Huo is obviously Huo Tianqing, the only son of Mr. Tianqin in his later years. However, I remember that Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng agreed to duel twice, and I don’t know which time period it was.