i have a sword fairy

Chapter 242 Vision Breaking Vein and Special Autumn Clothes

Squeak———

At the entrance of Dongli Xiaozhuyuan, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pushed open the wooden door. With a glance, he found that Yu Huaijin, Fan Yushu, and Jia Tengying were all there.

Jia Tengying was lighting a fire and cooking in the small kitchen on the west side of the courtyard, and he could be seen busy through the window. Green smoke was rising from the roof of the western kitchen, and Zhao Rong had just seen it from a long distance away.

In Linlu Academy, among Confucian students, there are quite a few monks, but ordinary people and "half mountain people" who have not yet reached the Haoran Realm and have aura cultivation still account for the majority. Therefore, the academy is in the school building, and every small building is built There is a kitchen.

It's just that many of the students like Zhao Rong in each class are of good background, or are the scholars of the noble families at the foot of the mountain; A monk, since he was a child, he was dressed in rich clothes and fine food, and he was a former slave and later a maidservant.

Therefore, the kitchen in the small building is rarely used. Not to mention the bigu spirits, if you really want to satisfy your tongue, you can eat outside the academy. Restaurant.

Moreover, the academy also allows scholars and students to bring a small number of companions to the hospital. If they want anything, they can send them to do it. Just when Zhao Rong was at the gate of Nanxuan Academy, he saw many companions, bringing them with them. With food and wine, in and out.

All those who say that brother Teng Ying grows vegetables and cooks by himself, and that the winding smoke comes out of the small building, are also very rare in this Nanxuan Academy.

Then our Dongli Xiaozhu is quite recognizable in the school...

Zhao Rong thought of something, nodded slightly, then turned around and closed the courtyard door, turned his head and walked into the courtyard, walking towards the two people beside the stone table.

I saw Fan Yushu just like when he left in the morning, buried in the sea of ​​books, struggling hard.

On the other hand, Yu Huaijin turned her back to Zhao Rong, with a brush in her hand, and she was writing something with her eyes down, but she was short in stature, standing in front of the stone table and writing, she didn't have to bow down, as long as she In this way, just bow your head slightly.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and walked to the stone table.

Neither Yu Huaijin nor Fan Yushu looked up at him.

Zhao Rong glanced at Fan Yushu, who was looking serious, flipping through a large tome with his left hand from time to time, writing vigorously with his right hand, as if obsessed with studying.

Zhao Rong frowned, with a serious expression, staring at this friend, heaved a long sigh, and said with emotion, "My role model, I am ashamed, ashamed."

Yu Luo, with a face full of remorse, wanted to move the guqin here, and was going to do a big job quickly to make up for the shameful behavior of avoiding learning before.

Boom-!
Fan Yushu, who was fighting hard with his head down, couldn't bear it anymore. He slapped the pen on the table, turned his head sharply, and glared.

Zhao Rong pretended to frown, but suddenly relaxed, he blinked at Fan Yushu, coughed lightly and said, "Brother Yushu, please don't be affected by this slacker like me, cough cough, don't read, read the book quickly , don't look at me."

At this moment, Yu Huaijin, who had been writing with her head down, coughed seriously without raising her head.

Fan Yushu, who was about to get up and fight desperately with that "good brother" who was so disrespectful and arrogant, lowered his head in hatred, grabbed the pen on the table, and continued to write vigorously, but the force of the pen was almost penetrating.

Seeing his friend studying all morning, and still continuing to devote himself to the battle with such energy, Zhao Rong sighed. If brother Yushu can usually have this energy, would he worry about his impulsiveness?The first must be... well, the second must be taken away from him.

Zhao Rong looked even more ashamed, and sighed again, then walked aside to move the piano table, and took a pen and paper to draw the word "正".

However, when he passed Yu Huaijin on the other side of the stone table, he squinted slightly curiously at the rice paper she was writing on.

In the next second, Zhao Rong raised his brows. This old-fashioned and boring guy is... practicing calligraphy?But before he could take a closer look, the rice paper was folded in half to cover it up...

Yu Huaijin was straightening up her face, writing with a very focused expression. She carefully recalled the brushwork movements taught to her by the teacher in the morning, as well as the teacher's posture movements that she could observe.

Yu Huaijin obeyed and imitated meticulously, every time she wrote a pen neatly and neatly, but at this moment she seemed to feel someone's sneaking gaze, her brows suddenly frowned, Yubai's little hand turned over suddenly, The words are covered.

Zhao Rong blinked.

Yu Huaijin didn't raise her eyes to look at Zhao Rong, she stared at the folded rice paper on the table slightly, and said softly, "Don't sneak around anymore, go and practice the piano."

Zhao Rong nodded, and passed by her to get something, but then he turned his head and glanced at Yu Huaijin, she was opening the rice paper again, her posture was very solemn, after a moment of deliberation, she continued to write, focusing on practicing calligraphy.

Zhao Rong turned his head back, curled his lips slightly, it's really you, Yu Huaijin, even writing a word is so rigid, if you can write this word "lively" like this, it will be a ghost.

He didn't want to be a good teacher and meddle in other people's business, but continued to bring in the objects for practicing the piano, and began to draw the word "正" with great pains...

In the sky above Dongli Xiaozhu, the autumn sun in the high sky is gradually setting in the west.

At the gate of Nanxuan Academy, the scholars and students who had been relaxing for a day slowly returned, and the night slowly fell.

The hours flew by like a white horse, until the moon climbed to the sky from the branches, and the night was dark.

The fingers of Zhao Rong's right hand trembled a little. He switched hands and passed the paper with the word "positive" expressionlessly to the old-fashioned woman in front of him.

Yu Huaijin took it with a slight frown and put away Fan Yushu's completed homework and fifty "positive" characters. Immediately, she pursed her lips and looked at Zhao Rong, thinking about it and saying nothing.

Yu Huaijin turned around and put away the new ceremony array arranged in the yard. This new ceremony array, which only has the ability of sound insulation, was set up by her when Zhao Rong was practicing piano in the afternoon. " Stop it, it is estimated that other Xiaozhu's students will line up to visit Dongli Xiaozhu with enthusiasm.

What makes Yu Huaijin feel the most helpless is that with fifty characters of "正", the same piece of piano music, 250 times of "Yi Lan Cao", Zhao Rong can play a completely different tune every time, which can also be said to be 250 times. A different style, well, in fact, there is no style, which can be said to be entirely in the...

In the serious words of Fan Yushu in the afternoon, brother Ziyu's fingering skills are very good, and brother Teng Ying and I are far behind. Such a superb skill, it is estimated that rice grains are hung on the seven strings and a very energetic chicken is placed on it. Can do it.

In front of the courtyard gate, Yu Huaijin raised her hands and was about to leave, but she just took a few steps, paused, then looked back at Zhao Rong, hesitated to speak.

She was silent for a moment, then, staring seriously into his eyes, said:
"Brother Zhao, don't be discouraged. The last time just now... has made great progress. As long as you are serious and persistent, you will get better. Brother Zhao, don't give up easily."

Fan Yushu next to him nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Ziyu, don't be impatient, practice slowly, we still have plenty of time, after all, according to the current situation, there is no chicken that can surpass you."

Yu Huaijin frowned, and Fan Yushu, who was behind his back, didn't turn his head, and closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Rong had a calm expression, glanced at Yu Huaijin's face that seemed never to smile, and nodded slightly, "Okay, thanks for your hard work, Senior Yu."

Yu Huaijin shook her head, but said nothing.

She took a step back, patted her sleeves a few times, and saluted, "I'm sorry to bother you today, Brother Zhao, Brother Fan, Brother Teng Ying, take your leave."

The four saluted outside the door, and then dispersed.

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Zhao Rong went back to the north room, but he didn't open the door immediately.

He stopped and stood quietly in front of the door with his hands clasped. The sound of Nanwu closing the door came from behind him, but Zhao Rong still didn't move.

The night was quiet, inside the small building, unknown insects rang from the vegetable field, resounding through the yard.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his hand, looked down at the fingers that were still trembling, and his brows were slightly gathered, feeling the innate vitality in his body that had been moving since the afternoon.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

Among the intricate meridians in the body, the docile and quiet "little red snake" in the past has become a little irritable today. It seems that it is about to turn into an unruly blood dragon that will run across the river, rushing up the torrent, intending to smash all the blocked meridian barriers along the way.

Come to think of it, it has been four days since he hit the meridians last time. Logically speaking, every time he hits the meridians, the innate vitality will be weakened for a few days. It is indeed time to recover, but why is today so special? It's like taking medicine, and the effect is much more violent than the original Qinan Chenxiang.

Now, Zhao Rong is in the Zhenyi Stage of Ascending Heaven Realm. Among the eight extraordinary meridians and twelve serious meridians in his body, only the Ren and Du meridians have been opened. sign.

And now, if he wants to step from the Ascending Heaven Realm to the Fuyao Realm, he must successfully operate the Great Zhoutian.

The big circle continues to expand a certain range of meridians on the basis of the small circle, and the scope of circulation is larger.

How does Big Sunday work?
The Eight Extraordinary Meridians and the Twelve Orthodox Meridians don't have to be thoroughly penetrated, this is something only Fuyao Realm needs to do... It only needs to open up a few specific meridians to form a channel for the Great Circle to run.

Zhao Rong has heard that different foundation-building exercises require different eight meridians and twelve meridians to be penetrated by the Great Zhou, so after the Great Zhou is opened up, the meridians that the innate vitality walks are also different.

According to the method of "Ants Climbing to the Sky Jue" that he practiced, Zhao Rong needs to get through all the eight extraordinary meridians, and the twelve orthodox meridians can be ignored for the time being.

It's just that at present, he is still attacking the third extraordinary meridian besides Ren Du's second meridian, but he is already stuck by this congenitally blocked meridian. These days, he can only calm down and spend time slowly grinding .

However, at this time, the boiling appearance of the little red snake in his body is a good opportunity for Zhao Rong to break his veins, but...

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes, and felt for a moment quietly, carefully observing the vision in his body.

Is Qing Jun's bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge that looks ordinary, tastes even more ordinary but he still praises from the bottom of his heart?It's still Yu Huaijin's Yunpei, which he has played nearly [-] times today...

At this moment, Zhao Rong moved and pushed the door open.

After entering the room, he didn't start pulse immediately, but lit the lamp, walked to the desk, and began to spread paper and grind ink.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, and as soon as he raised the pen, he began to write with great strength. After a while, his heart gradually calmed down and he immersed himself in it.

An hour later, Zhao Rong slowly put down his pen, and quietly stared at the words on the table that would make a certain woman who is stupid to write frown.

After carefully observing the vision in his body, he found that the little red snake transformed from innate vitality had no other obvious weirdness except that it was ignited by something unknown. It's really a good opportunity to break the mirror, but I still don't know what caused it, or is it just a matter of course, naturally?

Zhao Rong let out a sigh of relief and opened the window. The bright moon was just in the sky. He walked slowly to the open space in the center of the room and began to walk with simple fists.

This is the "Backing Mountain Sheet" that Zhao Rong has practiced thousands of times proficiently, and it is also the foundation of his martial arts physique.

Different from meditating when opening up the small Zhoutian, opening up the big Zhoutian is actually suitable for practicing in conjunction with walking piles, especially the boxing posture of "Negative Mountain Zhi", which can assist in striking the meridians. This is the private experience taught by Brother Sanbian before parting , Zhao Rong has always kept in mind.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and looked inside, and focused on guiding the little red snake to run according to the Great Zhoutian Kung Fu recorded in "Ants Climb to Heaven". The innate vitality gradually gathered, and the little red snake became stronger and stronger, and began to look like a rainbow The impact of the meridians.

Zhao Rong's punches didn't stop.

The eight extraordinary meridians are Du, Ren, Chong, Dai, Yinqiao, Yangqiao, Yinwei and Yangwei.

The meridian he is attacking now is the "Yin Qiao Meridian", he chose it, because the blockage of the meridian is relatively not serious, but for the small and fragile meridian, it is also equivalent to a dam blocking water in the river.

Inside the house, Zhao Rong was dressed in Tsing Yi, holding fists and walking.

Riding a dragon backwards, piercing a sword furnace, twisting an elbow, taking a quick step, lazily binding clothes...

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the body, in Zhao Rong's vision, a dam of different shapes stands in the "Yin Qiao Meridian", and the impurities that congenitally block the meridians are the stubborn cornerstones of this dam.

The little red snake turned into a ferocious dragon, crashing into the dam time and time again, splashing "blood" all over its body. This is the pure innate vitality, which is being consumed little by little.

The impacts of the little red snake seemed to have killed the red-eyed ferocious beast, but the dam still stood firm except for a slight tremor, blocking most of the innate vitality from passing through. For example, the red snake that hit the dam at this time, It is only allowed to be "broken" into a trickle and slowly overflow.

The pulse breaking progress is slow.

Zhao Rong, who was in the middle of the pile, closed his eyes and looked inside, his mind resting for a moment. Seeing this, his sweaty face did not show much panic, but calculated silently.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong silently recited in his mind a special jue added from the "Ants Climb to Heaven Jue" that he had practiced.

The vitality "blood" splashed by the little red snake was slowly piling up under the dam... At this moment, the inconspicuous blood-red wave at the foot of the dam began to change!
Unexpectedly... densely packed.

From every drop of blood, an ant that is insignificant compared to the dam emerges from the cocoon. It swarms up and starts to eat the dam.

At the same time, the little red snake continued to hit it tirelessly, but the red light on its body gradually decreased, but it was still dazzling, and the blood spattered turned into countless ants, rushing towards the dam.

Gradually.

This dam, which was originally as stable as a mountain, became riddled with holes and began to crumble.

The lift of a thousand miles is destroyed in an ant's nest, and humble ants can also ascend to the sky.

At a certain moment, the little red snake's body glowed red.

Hit again.

boom-----!
Boom————!
The dam is broken, and the Yin Qiao vein has been broken.

The little red snake carried the prestige of overturning rivers and seas, and passed through this hurdle that was extremely difficult for the original Zhao Rong.

In the open space in the center of the room, Zhao Rong suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his head and opened his mouth, laughing silently. Immediately, after a while of silence, he gasped for breath, and his smile slowly faded.

Zhao Rong looked down at the sweat-soaked clothes on his body, thought for a while, and turned to fetch water for a bath.

Behind the screen, inside the bathtub, there is smog.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and relaxed his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and expelled the turbid air in his chest. After a while, his brows gradually wrinkled again.

In his internal vision, the little red snake was still "tempered" that day, and there was no sign of resting for the time being.

Zhao Rong suddenly got up from the tub, ready to take this opportunity to attack several other meridians in one go.

Now he has opened up three of the eight extraordinary meridians, and if he is lucky tonight, he may be able to break through one or two more, one step closer to Fuyao Realm!
Zhao Rong casually put on a thin robe and stepped out of the screen for bathing.

At this time, a gust of cold wind broke in through the unclosed wooden window, and it was slightly cool. He raised his eyebrows and walked aside because he suddenly remembered something.

Zhao Rong took out a small lilac-colored cloth bag from the sumerous things, and put it on the suitcase.

It was the autumn clothes that Qing Jun left behind when he parted in the morning, and was woven and sewn for him again.

Zhao Rong opened the cloth bag and looked down. There were three robes neatly stacked inside. It looked wide and thick, and it was indeed suitable for reading at night after bathing.

With a big hand, he randomly pulled out the one in the middle that was pleasing to the eye, and shook it, ready to put it on.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, being dragged by the robe, a small piece of thin cloth fell down smoothly...

(End of this chapter)