Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 112: Reunion on the Road and Heaven-Defying Meridians

On the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, it is auspicious for travel, groundbreaking, and opening a business.

At the seventh mile of Ping'an County, on a straight northbound official road, it was deep winter. The sparse weeds on the roadside were covered in ice, and a few sparrows landed, chirping happily as they ate the scattered grass seeds. Suddenly startled, they flew away flapping their wings.

A small ugly mutt with red fur on its head, a droopy ear, and a humpbacked body chased after them. Seeing no opportunity, it lazily lifted its hind leg and urinated in a spiral motion.

"Ding Ling Ling..."

A horse-drawn carriage with wind chimes slowly approached, surrounded by four riders.

The horse was thin, its bones visible, and its fur matted. The carriage was of poor quality, with a thatched roof, burlap, and wheels made of locust wood.

Among the four riders were a young man who looked like a young master, a one-eyed strong man, a middle-aged man with a white face and a mustache, and a young boy who still smelled of milk.

Driving the carriage was a petite and delicate young girl with peach blossom eyes.

"Setting off on an adventure! Hey, it feels so good to wander the world!" Huang Dagui held the reins with one hand and carried a simple knife on his shoulder. Excitement radiated from his one eye.

Bai Jian raised her slender and pointed orchid finger, which was infuriatingly beautiful. She giggled, "Dagui is right. I used to be a little afraid, but now that I'm out here, I feel so relaxed. The world is great. No one understands the world better than me."

"Everyone, don't move. I want to compose a poem!" Han Jiulang raised his hand, his face serious. Looking at the puzzled and uncertain gazes of the others, he solemnly and slowly recited, "A bowl of water in the world, brothers come and drink. The water is slightly sweet, with a hint of sourness. The sour and sweet taste is still in my heart! What do you think?"

"What a load of crap!" Huang Dagui laughed heartily. "A poem is supposed to have four lines, but you have five. It's too rough. You need to work harder, Jiulang."

"I don't believe it! Can't this be considered a poem?" Han Jiulang felt a sense of indignation at not being recognized. He then smiled and said, "You rough Practitioners wouldn't understand the elegance of our Confucius."

"Wow, now we're quoting Confucius. Ask the Eighth Master if he understands," Huang Dagui pointed solemnly ahead.

Han Jiulang also looked surprised and looked ahead. "Eighth Master, give us an analysis from your professional perspective. Give us an accurate answer!"

Little Huang, who was wandering around, turned back at the sound and rolled his eyes disdainfully, then urinated in a spiral motion again.

"You've changed, Eighth Master. You didn't pee like this before!"

"Hehehe..."

Han Qiniang, who was driving the carriage, slowed down the already slow speed and smiled with her peach blossom eyes narrowed.

"Huh?" Bai Jianxiao looked at Muyuan Xiu, who had been silent all along, curiously. "Eighth Master, do you have something on your mind?"

Muyuan Xiu shook his head, hesitated, tasted it with his mouth, and then shook his head again. "The elixir that the Boss gave me to drink last night had a fishy smell. Now that I think about it, it also had a hint of urine smell. Could it be that the Eighth Master peed in it? Why do I suddenly feel like wandering everywhere?"

"How... how do you wander?" Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang looked over in unison.

"It's like... having an inexplicable desire to find someone to argue with, or to pretend, to deceive people. Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable all over. It's a strange feeling. Can you guys understand?"

Muyuan Xiu hesitated as he looked at the others. Seeing that they found it difficult to understand, he could only look towards the carriage. "Boss?"

"Don't call me Boss. The Boss is resting," Cui Ying'er's cold and unquestionable voice came from inside the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was not large, but it was enough to accommodate two or three people. On the left side was the box of medicinal herbs that Yikui Sheshengyuan had given as a gift, filled with medicines, books, incense, and some gold and jewelry.

On the right side were the folding guns confiscated from Song Dongxi and the clothes and miscellaneous items of the group.

On the low bed were more than ten quilts, but at this moment, Xin Zhuo was not covered by a quilt. His eyes were tightly closed, and his body was pierced with shiny silver needles, which were stained with green medicinal juice.

Cui Ying'er gently held him in her arms, afraid of hurting him. But now, looking at the silver needles all over his body, she was filled with worry and heartache.

She lowered her head and lightly kissed Xin Zhuo's forehead, as if an older sister doting on her little brother. Tears then fell one by one.

In fact, besides Su Miaojin taking care of Xin Zhuo for eighteen days, the rest of the time was all taken care of meticulously by Cui Ying'er.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo's body trembled slightly, as if enduring great pain.

Only he himself could clearly feel that the broken meridians in his body were twisting rapidly, reassembling and condensing in an incredibly mysterious way.

This was something that was absolutely impossible to achieve. Even the Grand Great Master couldn't do it. But "xxxx" could.

This "xxxx" medical skill was profound and unpredictable, carved with great care by the old man who rode a dragon five hundred years ago, or even longer. He even used traps and false achievements to conceal it, which can be seen.

Perhaps the old man didn't want it to fall into the hands of outsiders, only leaving it to his own descendants, or only giving it to those with extraordinary talent and insight, or perhaps it could only be obtained by reaching a certain realm.

This seems to be in line with the plot of a fantasy legend, very rigorous.

Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo obtained it. This was why he dared to ask Su Miaojin for help and face death with confidence.

The carriage was very slow, as slow as walking. By the afternoon, they still hadn't left the territory of Fufeng Mansion.

Just before the sun set.

The meridians finally finished reassembling, and weakness and powerlessness vanished. The Qi Sea, Mud Palace, and other meridians emitted the domineering power of the "Chaotic Yin & Yang Law" once again. True Qi approached from all directions like a gentle stream, so fine that even the nonsense and wild guesses of Murong Xiu and Cui Ying'er went unnoticed.

Xin Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and sighed imperceptibly.

The reassembled meridians and returned realm did not affect his martial arts or the integration of martial arts, just... the Grand Great Master was still the Grand Great Master, leaving behind some hidden injuries.

According to the introduction of the "xxxx" technique, these accumulated injuries in the meridians could only be completely cleared by reaching the small Grandmaster realm oneself, and it had to be done within a year, otherwise they would be permanent.

Mr. Dongfang and that exterminating spirit master were truly extraordinary, not to be underestimated!

In other words, he had to break through to the small Grandmaster realm within a year, which was the fourth rank!

He was currently at the seventh rank, still six major realms away!

One year, six major realms!

He would turn seventeen in just over ten days. An eighteen-year-old small Great Master?

At this moment, he felt something sticky on his forehead. When he looked up, he realized that Cui Ying'er was holding him, her face against his, fast asleep.

Even in her fox-like eyes and slightly rough oval face, there was a hint of tenderness while she slept.

Xin Zhuo felt a bit emotional. His own woman was reliable, knowing how to care for others, without too much scheming. He whispered softly, "Sister Ying'er?"

Cui Ying'er suddenly woke up, hugging him tightly in her arms without any hesitation. "Don't be afraid, young master. Sister is here. No one can bully you!"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

...

Outside the town of Dumengkou, thirty li ahead, was the gateway connecting Fufeng Mansion and the northern Jingjiang Mansion.

At this moment, outside the town, over a hundred figures stood straight, their gazes like torches, swords in hand, coldly looking towards the approaching direction.

In front, there were four chairs, and sitting on them were four people, including the old master of the Murong family, Murong Zhe.

(End of this chapter)