From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 237 Reply
In the quiet room of the training ground, Meng Yuan sat cross-legged.

Now Meng Yuan lives and eats in the training ground. In addition to concentrating on opening the acupoints every day, he also teaches the students here.

At the end of last year, a total of 27 students were admitted, 16 of whom were driven away by Nie Yannian, leaving only 11 people, 6 men and 5 women.

Among them, Meng Yuan had been favored by Nie Yannian early on because of his extraordinary talent, and he gave his daughter to him, and the princess also valued him.

Tie Niu and Fu Cui were out on business, and Wu Changsheng was also sent to the farm below.

Hu Qian and the Third Miss have the same nanny, so their identities are naturally different. She has already entered Jingyuan and is learning skills from Jianzhu.

Jianzhu is a female swordsman who has always been responsible for the protection of Jingyuan. She rarely shows up and mostly hides in the dark.

Now, besides Meng Yuan, there are only three people who stay in the training ground. However, Hu Qian comes to bring Meng Yuan food every day, and is very attentive.

It was November and the weather was getting colder.

Every morning when I wake up, I see white frost, which disappears as the morning glow passes.

As more and more acupoints in the upper thirty-three heavens were opened, Meng Yuan felt that the secret treasures in his body were flourishing. Every time a new acupoint was opened, blood and flesh would swell all over his body, as if the things in his body were about to burst out of his body.

The two dantians became more condensed, and the jade liquid became thicker and tougher.

Meng Yuan originally wanted to open another Dantian, but his essence and fire had not been nurtured, so he really didn't dare to take the risk.

That afternoon, Meng Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, his mind calm, silently striking the acupoints.

It was not until the evening that another acupoint was finally opened, and Meng Yuan felt relaxed all over.

I meditated quietly here, without the noise of music or the fatigue of bed, and there were no obstacles along the way. I was brave and aggressive, and so far I had opened thirty of the thirty-three heavens.

"In fact, martial arts are much more interesting than women." Meng Yuan muttered, and when he saw that it was getting dark outside the window, he stood up.

When I opened the door, I saw Hu Qian and Xiang Ling chasing each other back and forth on the plum blossom piles on the training ground. They were having a lot of fun.

Xiangling also became ruthless. She took off her bag, cloth flowers and other burdens and chased Hu Qian hard on the plum blossom pile.

But Hu Qian was agile and didn't use her full strength, but Xiang Ling was always a little short of it.

Hu Qian stopped when she realized Meng Yuan had walked out the door, and Xiang Ling suddenly bumped into Hu Qian's arms.

"Brother!"

"Little gelder!"

Hu Qian hurriedly ran over carrying Xiangling and picked up a bamboo basket in front of the door, which contained still warm food.

"Student Hu and I made this together. It's delicious!" Xiangling tied up the bundle and put the hair ornament in place, her eyes wide open, trying to take credit in a serious manner.

"Thank you both." Meng Yuan smiled and moved aside. "It's cold outside. Come in and talk."

The room was clean and tidy, with only a broken bed, a few futons, a low table with pens and ink on it, and a few sheets of inked paper.

The pieces of paper contained correspondence. Since Meng Yuan had been in seclusion, Dugu Kang had been sending messages to him from time to time, and the two of them were exchanging witty remarks when they were bored.

After lighting the candles, Meng Yuan and Hu Qian sat opposite each other, while Xiangling stood on the low table, looking through the papers on the table.

Hu Qian diligently untied the cloth covering the bamboo basket, which contained several dishes and a few boiled eggs.

"Brother, please eat." Hu Qian took out the food and started to peel eggs.

"What does 'form is not different from emptiness' mean?" Xiangling, who has always been studious, picked up a piece of paper and asked.

"That's easy!" Hu Qian has been very knowledgeable lately. "Color refers to everything that our six senses can touch, such as mountains, rivers, flowers, grass, chickens and duck eggs; difference refers to the meaning of difference; emptiness does not refer to nothingness, but the emptiness of all things, which means that everything changes at any time. Color is not different from emptiness, which means that everything is impermanent." Hu Qian said while peeling an egg, "This is the concept of Buddhism. You are still young, it is not suitable for you to learn these."

"Why can't I learn?" Xiangling wanted to scratch her head, but she scratched the cloth flower instead.

"Because Buddhism talks about emptiness and nonsense, it is not suitable for young people. I have been irritated by the old for no reason!" Hu Qian made sense. She handed the peeled eggs to Meng Yuan and said, "I also heard it from the princess."

Meng Yuan broke the egg, gave the yolk to Xiangling and ate the white himself.

"Third grandma is so knowledgeable!" Xiangling held the egg yolk in her hand and took a bite. Her hair stood up in satisfaction. "It's a pity that Third grandma doesn't eat egg yolks, and she doesn't want to be the mother of the little gelder."

Xiangling chewed slowly, enjoying the food very much. She finished the egg yolk with a crunch and rubbed her belly.

She saw the dim light on the low table and Hu Qian supporting her chin with her hand while watching Meng Yuan eat. She quickly took out her bag and took out a few letters from it.

"Aunt Mingyue has sent a letter!" Xiangling was very happy. She came here today just for this matter.

The last time Xiao Xiangling wrote a letter to Mingyue and others, Meng Yuan asked someone to forward it. He didn't expect to receive a reply so soon.

There were four letters in total, one of which was written by Nie Qingqing and Jiang Tang to Meng Yuan, and the other three were replies from Mingyue, Yingmei and Huanxi to Xiangling.

It can be seen that Xiangling still has a lot of face.

"Xiangling received the reply letter, but she has been holding back from opening it, waiting for you to join her." Hu Qian said.

"The little gelder and I wrote this letter together, so we must read it together!" Xiangling rubbed her hands happily and stroked her fur, "Look at what my wife wrote!"

Meng Yuan opened the letter, and Xiangling and Hu Qian both stretched their heads to take a look.

The letter didn't say anything important, just saying that the capital was safe and stable. It also said that the wind was cold recently, so Meng Yuan should buy more clothes.

Jiang Tang asked Meng Yuan to get medicine for her grandfather, while Nie Qingqing asked Meng Yuan to go to her house to see her little maid.

Xiangling read the letter slowly. Meng Yuan and Hu Qian read it three times before Xiangling finished reading it.

"My young wife and Sister Nie are so nice!" Xiangling was very happy and opened Mingyue's letter again.

Mingyue didn't say much in her letter, she just asked how Xiangling was doing recently and said that Xiangling's poetry had improved.

Yingmei's letter was frank and blunt. She first commented that the three poems were nonsense, and then said that the person who copied the letter had never learned calligraphy.

"I'm so pissed off!" Xiangling stamped her feet in anger. She held the letter close to the oil lamp, looked at the poem about autumn that Yingmei had sung at the end, and then read it aloud haltingly.

"Does she write better than ours?" Xiangling felt a little unconfident after reading Yingmei's poem. Although the meaning was not very clear, it was very fluent.

Meng Yuan and Hu Qian were knowledgeable people after all. They looked at each other and said, "They are equally matched."

"Let me think of a good sentence and then I'll write back to her!" Xiangling was very unyielding. She folded the letters from Yingmei and Mingyue and stuffed them into her bag. Then she opened Huanxi's letter.

Huanxi was quite amiable, and in the letter he answered Xiangling's question, saying that prices in the capital were very cheap, and that she never spent money on food and drink. He then added that poetry was a minor path, and that the Taoist school was the real learning.

Finally, he also asked Xiangling which fairy mountain she practiced in, where she had been to seek the truth, how many fairy pills she had eaten, and how many fellow fairy friends she had.

After reading Huanxi's letter, Xiangling was stunned.

In the past, Xiangling had only met honest people, few of whom were boastful. She noticed that although Huanxi's handwriting was almost as ugly as hers, there was a sense of grandeur in his writing. Xiangling really thought Huanxi was a master.

"Huanxi is only a few years old, but he's already so amazing!" Xiangling was intimidated. "My godmother said that there are more masters in the world than turtles in the Canglang River. She really didn't lie to me!"

(End of this chapter)