The Book of Heaven

Chapter 93 Drinking Tea
A group of people returned slowly, Ma Deyuan wanted to put Ma Zheng on the horse's back, but Ma Zhao shook his head, he hugged Ma Zheng and said it would be more comfortable.

After sending Ma Yaoyao back to Ma Wang's mansion to report, Wei Hua asked Ma Deyuan to ride back with him, but he walked slowly with Ma Zhao and Ma Zheng.

"Do you have a teacher?"

"No."

"Then do you want to have a master?" Wei Hua asked Ma Zhao with a smile on his face and narrowed his eyes.

Although Ma Zheng was injured, he was already awake in Ma Zhao's arms. Although he didn't have the strength to speak, he could see and hear him.

The meaning of Wei Hua's words is obvious. Although Ma Zheng didn't know enough about him, he was able to scare away nine first- and second-rate arresters. Naturally, his level is not low. If Ma Zheng worshiped him as his teacher, his future achievements would not be bad.

So he quickly winked at Ma Zheng.

But Ma Zhao pretended to be confused, pretending to understand, and just walked with his head down without making a sound.

In this way, Wei Hua has nothing to say, he is Ma Daogong's guard after all, and Ma's family is an elder, so he can't plead with Ma Zhao because of his status.

"How does it feel?"

To avoid embarrassment, Wei Hua turned to Ma Zheng.

"He can't speak yet." Ma Zhao frowned, as if he had some complaints about Wei Hua.

"Let me see."

Wei Hua was not angry either, he reached out and grabbed Ma Zheng's wrist.

At that time, Ma Zheng felt a wave of scorching zhenqi penetrate into the skin, following the meridian of the hand and rushing straight to the heart. points, and then travel through the meridians throughout the chest.

What surprised Ma Zheng even more was that this qi was clearly in his body, but it seemed that it could still be controlled by Wei Hua.

Involuntarily, Ma Zheng thought of the crazy woman who practiced the Sun Splitting Sword Art.

"It's not a serious problem, but I'm afraid the Martial Arts Competition will be missed."

When Ma Zheng came to his senses, Wei Hua had withdrawn his true energy, and said regretfully.

The three of them walked while talking, their steps were not slow, they had already arrived at the gate of King Ma's mansion, Ma Yao was leading people, carrying a soft sedan chair and waiting at the gate, seeing Ma Zhao's burly figure from a distance, he couldn't wait to rush up.

"Put Master Zheng in quickly, the doctor is already waiting, quick, quick."

This time Ma Zhao didn't object. When Ma Zheng was raised, he turned to Wei Hua and smiled, "I want to kill Na Bai Feixiang, how many years will I need to practice?"

"Try punching me."

The two were still walking and talking, just passing through the door and entering the front yard, Wei Hua stopped and said with a smile.

"it is good!"

Ma Zhao has always been straightforward, and just as the good words fell into his mouth, his chest suddenly swelled up, and his fist the size of a sand bowl hit Wei Hua.

Even Wei Hua was secretly startled, the strong wind had already blown his face before the fists reached his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Although Ma Zhao's fist was heavy and fast, it was blocked by Wei Hua's spread palm in the end. The only incongruity was that Wei Hua's palm was almost not bigger than Ma Zhao's fist.

"If you can practice until there is no wind in your punches, you may be able to win. Do you use a knife?"

"use."

Withdrawing his fist resentfully, Ma Zheng lowered his head and glanced at the two knives in his waist.

"This knife is a bit unique."

"Crafted by craftsmen in the castle, it is easy to use."

"Oh." Wei Hua nodded half-understood, "Understood, I think you are pleasing to the eye, and I will give you a knife manual later, maybe you can carry it forward."

"You don't need a knife." Ma Zhao looked Wei Hua up and down and said.

"It was left by a friend, who died for 23 years and seven months." Wei Hua looked quite disappointed, and shook his head slightly after speaking, "Why not?"

Ma Zhao nodded his head almost without thinking, "Yes! Can I kill him after a few years of study?"

"Look at your savvy, my friend left behind a knife manual, you can achieve a small success in half a year, kill in half a year, and kill in ten years if you succeed in five years."

Wei Hua's words were quite mysterious, and Ma Zhao twisted his neck, since he didn't quite understand, he didn't ask any more, he smiled and said, "I'm leaving."

"Go, I'll find you later."

As soon as Ma Zhao left, Wei Hua cupped his hands as soon as he turned around and said, "I've seen the Patriarch."

Ma Zheng was lying on the bed, the doctor in the palace had just left, and the maids were busy decocting medicine for Ma Zheng.

This time the horse was called into the house, and the straw sandals made footprints one after another on the Persian carpet.But Ma Zhao couldn't take care of it anymore, because the doctor said that Ma Zheng almost died.

In fact, if it wasn't for Wei Hua's timely appearance, and Bai Feixiang took back half of his strength after weighing it down, Ma Zheng might really have died.

There are no ifs in the world, but Ma Zhao blames himself a little.He should stay close, but he was careless for a while.

"Can't die."

Ma Zheng opened his eyes, after a while of relief, he felt much better.

At least the bones were not broken, and some visceral shocks were not fatal. The five elements of the Ma family belonged to wood, and the shocking qi circulated and nourished in the inner body, and the injury began to improve before taking the medicine.

"Help me up and sit down."

After entering the second-rate realm, Ma Zheng has been able to see the meridians internally, and one of the advantages of this is that he can "self-heal".

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Ma Zhao roughly helped Ma Zheng up and sat cross-legged. Ma Zheng's face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and slowly shook his head. In fact, this movement was simple, but Ma Zhao was too rough. The soft-handed servant girl came to help.

After closing his eyes, Ma Zheng tried to get into samadhi as soon as possible, but he was too haste, and his mind was full of the scene when Bai Feixiang's last palm was printed on his chest. At that time, Ma Zheng really thought he was going to die, especially the palm of Bai Feixiang. After pouring out all his strength, Ma Zheng was hit hard, but was held tightly by Bai Feixiang's energy, and when he couldn't even retreat to vent his strength, Ma Zheng thought he was going to die.

This kind of experience does not need to be many, once it is unforgettable for a lifetime, how can you enter the samadhi with a difficult mood?
In the end, Ma Zhao was asked to find a pillar of Ningshen incense and light it. There are many such things in the palace, so Ma Yaoyao can naturally do it.

Even with the help of Ning Shenxiang, it took almost an hour for Ma Zheng to finally get into samadhi.

But during this time, Ma Daoming was chatting and laughing with Li Bing in the city guard's mansion.

The two of them sat cross-legged and took a good time. Ma Daoming was smiling, and it didn't look like he was here to ask the teacher for a crime.

"Daoming, are you afraid that you haven't seen the old man for three years?"

Ma Daoming looks similar to Li Bing in appearance, but the actual age of the two is at least a generation behind, and Li Bing is taller, so the conversation is more casual.

"Business in the castle is busy, please forgive me." Ma Daoming cupped his hands as he said, Li Bing waved his hands and said, "It's okay, this kind of intention is enough, don't leave today, the house can still be rectified .”

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your love. It's just that it's really inconvenient today. Daoming's son who doesn't live up to expectations may still be lying on the bed." The smile on Ma Daoming's face gradually faded, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

It is impossible for Li Bing not to understand the meaning of Ma Daoming's words, but he doesn't strike up a conversation, just drinking tea.

"Does Mr. Li have any inscriptions on teaching? Although that child is not up to the mark, he is still in the second-rate realm, and he is not yet fifteen this year."

"Don't dare to teach. It's okay if you are not in the [-]th or [-]nd class. I don't know if you can read and write? I respect the law. Dao Ming, you can't just focus on martial arts and forget the ancient sages. The Ma family is my dynasty. The famous family should pay more attention to the word self-discipline.”

Li Bing's old-fashioned and warm-hearted face attracted Ma Daoming's sneer, "What Mr. Li said is true, Daoming's own son can teach himself!"

(End of this chapter)