From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 116 I'm going to kill your whole family

It was late at night when I got home.

When I opened the door and entered the yard, I saw that the light was on in Jiang Tang's room and someone was talking inside.

It was still hot at night and the window was open, so Meng Yuan went closer to take a look.

I saw Jiang Tang sitting at the desk, sewing a purse.

Xiangling leaned in closer to see every stitch clearly. The color of the cloth on her head had changed, and the small bag on her back was gone, replaced by a small school bag.

"Your cooking skills are not very good! If you get married in the future, your in-laws will give you one less egg for every meal!" Xiangling spoke in a clear and confident voice, with the tone of an experienced person.

"Who did you learn these principles from?" Jiang Tang asked curiously.

"My godmother taught me!" Xiangling's answer made a lot of sense.

"Has your godmother been married?" Jiang Tang asked.

"No." Xiangling replied.

Jiang Tang smiled and ignored Xiangling.

Meng Yuan knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

"Brother!" Jiang Tang said happily.

"Brother!" Xiang Ling followed suit. She jumped up and landed on Meng Yuan's shoulder. Then she stuck her head out, tilted her head, and looked closely at Meng Yuan's face, with her nose almost touching it.

"I made a purse for you!" Jiang Tang happily took out a purse and tied it around Meng Yuan's waist. There was a jade pendant hanging on it.

"There were also herbs in it, which I picked!" Xiangling took credit for.

Meng Yuan took a look and said, "I will be at home these days. Ask the princess tomorrow if she wants to see me."

As he spoke, Meng Yuan sat down, picked up Xiangling, held her in his arms and stroked her fur from side to side.

"Scratch my belly." Xiangling rolled over, revealing her hairy belly.

Meng Yuan held her stomach while chatting with Jiang Tang.

"Let's recite poems! There are new members in the Laobiekeng Poetry Society, and Taoist Jiang has also joined!" Xiangling said happily.

Of course Meng Yuan agreed.

Jiang Tang stopped her and said, "The princess said that you can only sing with the prince from now on, not with Xiangling."

Being rejected again? Meng Yuan just felt that the Third Miss was too nosy!

The three of them chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Meng Yuan let Jiang Tang rest.

"I'm sleeping with the young gelder. You're warm and it's great!" Xiangling climbed onto Meng Yuan's shoulder, very happy.

Meng Yuan was naturally happy.

Back in the room, Meng Yuan washed up, and Xiangling also washed up, and it was Meng Yuan who wiped her face.

Meng Yuan was not sleepy either, so he sat cross-legged on the bed, and Xiangling nestled into the crook of his legs.

"Little gelder, the city is not very good nowadays, not as fashionable as me." Xiangling sighed, "There is no one wearing a head wrap."

Does that mean you are out of fashion?
"What should we do then?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile.

"I don't know either." Xiangling was a little confused. "Third Grandma said that my fashion is fake. I have to be literary to be truly fashionable."

"Do you have literary talent?" Meng Yuan asked.

"If Third Madam doesn't compose poetry with me, I don't know if there is any." Xiangling said.

"..." Meng Yuan didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Little gelder, how are you doing out there?" Xiangling turned over, exposing her belly, and tilted her head back. "Don't try to get too desperate! Godmother said that if you just mess around for the rest of your life, you'll end up in hell."

"I'm unemployed at home now, so I don't need to work hard." Meng Yuan told the truth.

"That's not bad!" Xiangling made sense. "My godmother said that the opposite is the movement of the Tao. It will be fine in a few days."

Seeing that Meng Yuan didn't say anything, she said, "You need to learn! Don't you even understand this principle?"

Xiangling became serious, "Let me give you an example! After class, I went out to play secretly, and I heard people talking under a window. An old lady wanted to feed her granddaughter eggs, but her granddaughter refused to eat. The old lady said, if you don't eat it, I will throw you out."

She spread her hands and said helplessly: "In the end, I waited until dark, but no one threw the eggs out to me!"

At this point, Xiangling's eyes sparkled and she said happily, "I was so sad that I went back to sleep! But two stupid chickens laid eggs in the trough where I slept!"

"This is called the movement of the Tao!" Xiangling spoke in a teacher's tone. "..." Meng Yuan pinched Xiangling's belly and said, "Is your godmother really dead?"

"That's right!" Xiangling vowed.

After chatting for a while, Xiangling fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Jiang Tang came in, picked up Xiangling, and went to Jingyuan.

The Third Miss did not summon him, so Meng Yuan concentrated on his meditation.

Eight days passed in a blink of an eye, and Meng Yuan opened two more acupoints, which corresponded to the liver and kidney internal organ acupoints in the thirty-three heavens.

Once these two acupoints are opened, you can practice Spring Thunder.

Meng Yuan had already memorized the method of operating the Spring Thunder, so there would not be any mistakes.

However, when this divine power of heaven is activated, there will be bursts of thunder, stirring up everything, and it feels like all things are sprouting.

Before activating this method, you must first lock the enemy with your Qi and then stimulate it.

The Spring Thunder can be activated continuously, causing the opponent to feel a thundering sensation in his chest, and his body to feel as if struck by lightning, causing him to become increasingly weak, tired, or even seriously injured.

Moreover, the longer the Spring Thunder is used, the greater its power will be, but also the greater the consumption will be.

If this spring thunder encounters a low-quality one, or an ordinary person, even if the opponent is not locked with the Qi, the person who hears it for a long time will feel dizzy, as if there is a thunder roaring in the chest or abdomen.

Meng Yuan didn't want to rush around in the palace, so he planned to go for a walk outside.

It's June now and the weather is getting hotter.

Meng Yuan was unemployed at home and did not go out for a walk. However, Gong Zihua came to see him once and said that there was nothing going on outside.

Holding the little red horse, Meng Yuan was about to leave when Jiang Tang came holding Xiangling.

"Little gelder!" Xiangling said solemnly, "It looks like it's going to rain tomorrow, so I have to go back home. There are so many lotus leaves in the old turtle pit, I have to pick some out."

As she spoke, her tone changed, "My godmother likes to wrap eggs in lotus leaves and bake them! They are so delicious!"

Xiangling licked her lips as she spoke.

Meng Yuan was planning to go out, and since Xiang Ling wanted to go back to her parents' home, he decided to go and see her.

He immediately rode on the little red horse, and the two of them left the city together.

After putting the little red horse at the pasture, Meng Yuan and Xiangling went up the mountain together.

But after walking for a while, Meng Yuan felt something was wrong, as if someone was falling from behind.

Meng Yuan remained calm and went to the Old Turtle Pit with Xiangling, where they saw a pond full of lotus leaves.

Xiangling picked up a lotus leaf, wrapped the egg in it and roasted it. After they chatted for a long time, Meng Yuan said goodbye.

"I will go to see Mrs. Pig tonight, and I will go down the mountain to find you tomorrow!" Xiangling was very serious.

Meng Yuan agreed.

The next day, just as Xiangling had said, the sky turned gloomy early in the morning and soon it started to rain.

"Oh my, the weather in June, my godmother's face, changes in an instant!"

Xiangling was a capable person. She immediately folded a lotus leaf to carry it, held the small bag in her arms, and ran down the mountain.

She was very happy and kept reciting poems, "One egg is not enough, two eggs are a bit too little. Three eggs are really free, Xiangling is full of fat. Ouch!"

There was a loud thunder, and the road was slippery due to the rain. Xiangling was so scared that she fell on her butt.

She quickly got up and shook off the rain on her body. "Oh, I didn't get the deal for the little gelder, and I fell down again. I have to ask Third Grandma how to appease the little gelder!"

Xiangling muttered as she ran forward.

When Xiangling walked a few steps away, she saw a man walking out from the bushes.

This man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and had a knife on his waist. He was none other than Yao Ziqing, the captain who was slapped by Meng Yuan at the garrison.

Yao Ziqing held the hilt of the knife, took a few steps forward, looked at Xiangling in front of him, and was about to catch up with her when he suddenly felt frightened. Just as he was wondering, he saw a man walking out of the bushes in front of him.

The visitor was wearing a straw raincoat, a bamboo hat, and had a knife at his waist.

The man raised his bamboo hat and it was the flag officer Meng Yuan.

"Let the infighting in the officialdom be within the circle, and don't let the harm to my family extend to me. I'm resting at home, why do you insist on me killing your whole family?" Meng Yuan drew out his knife.

(End of this chapter)