From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 238 Full Open
The night was dark.

"I'll save up some money and go to the capital." Xiangling was more and more yearning, "A child of only six or seven years old is so knowledgeable. How many great poets should there be in the capital?"

She thought there were as many immortal poets as there were children in the school.

Xiangling kept mumbling. She took out her pen and paper, invited Meng Yuan and Hu Qian to be her military advisors, and immediately wrote back to Yingmei and the other three.

The three of them thought about it for a long time, racking their brains, and finally reluctantly wrote back to Yingmei.

"I'll ask Third Grandma to give me some advice tomorrow!" Xiangling came up with more and more new words.

"Okay, I'll go with you!" Hu Qian was also enthusiastic.

"Little gelder," Xiangling tilted her head, staring at Meng Yuan's face, and said, "The weather is getting colder and colder. Third Grandma said it will snow in a few days. Then we can go to the mountains to play?"

"No problem." Meng Yuan was also feeling a little anxious.

"Then I won't go back tonight." Xiangling put the letter solemnly into the small bundle, "I will sleep with the young gelder."

She was very serious, "I won't talk either, I won't disturb you from practicing, I'll warm your bed!"

In the past, Xiangling would sleep with Mengyuan whenever he was at home. But recently, Mengyuan had been semi-secluded, and Xiangling was obedient and sensible, so she slept with Hu Qian.

Maybe Xiangling was tired of sleeping with Hu Qian these days and missed Meng Yuan's kindness.

"I want to sleep with the little gelder, too!" Hu Qian immediately raised her head and chest.

It was obvious that she didn't think before she said this. As soon as she said it, her face turned red and she quickly lowered her head.

"That won't do!" Xiangling's eyes widened, "I can't keep myself warm!"

Xiang Ling stared at Hu Qian's chest, then looked at the broken bed, and whispered, "If you really want to sleep, we can squeeze in."

Meng Yuan rubbed his brows and said, "Hu Qian, you go back to Jingyuan, Xiangling can stay here."

"Yes." Hu Qian stood up, still with her head buried in her chest. She turned around and took two steps, then went back to clean up the food on the table. "President, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Xiangling nodded repeatedly, and did not forget to remind him, "Don't oversleep again! Third Madam will deduct your wages!"

As soon as Hu Qian left, Xiangling behaved herself obediently. She first took off her small bag, then took off the cloth flowers, and placed them neatly on the bedside.

Then Xiangling lay down on the bed, covered herself with a small quilt, leaving only her little head exposed, looking very silly.

"Little gelder," Xiangling tilted her head, kicked the quilt, looked at Meng Yuan who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and whispered, "I have been dreaming about my godmother these days."

"What did your godmother say to you in your dream?" Meng Yuan asked.

"My godmother said she missed me." Xiangling was very happy, "I miss my godmother too!"

Meng Yuan sat down beside the bed and gently stroked Xiangling's hair. He said, "What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night. Did you ask Third Grandma to interpret your dream?"

"It's solved!" Xiangling sighed when she talked about this. "Third madam is really good at business. She asked me for one tael of silver for interpreting my dream!"

"So expensive? You still want to calculate?" Meng Yuan always knew that the Third Miss was a bad person, but he didn't expect that the Third Miss would even cheat Xiangling of her money.

"I did the calculation first, and then she asked me for the money." Xiangling was so angry, "My godmother said that even mothers and daughters have to settle accounts clearly, and she also said that we should ask the price before buying the goods! Oh, my godmother taught me everything, but I still forgot it!"

Although Xiangling didn't have much expenses, it wasn't easy for her to make money. She didn't save much, and she was cheated out of one or two taels of silver at once. No wonder she felt sad.

"What did Third Grandma interpret for you in your dream?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Third grandma said," Xiangling turned over, sat up in the bed, propped up the thin blanket, and said, "She said my godmother missed me."

"..." Meng Yuan touched his chin and said, "You dreamed that your godmother said she missed you. Third grandmother interpreted your dream for you and it turned out that your godmother remembered you. Right?"

Xiangling nodded seriously, not realizing she was being cheated.

"What else did you say?" Meng Yuan felt that although the Third Lady was bad, she would not treat Xiangling as a fool and deceive her. "The Third Lady also said that I have a problem!" Xiangling said seriously, "She also said that I can turn danger into safety!"

"So that's how it is. It seems that Third Grandma's money was not taken from you in vain." Meng Yuan smiled.

The two chatted about random things and fell asleep together.

After that, Meng Yuan still did not go out, just focused on meditation. Hu Qian knew that Meng Yuan had reached a critical point, and continued to just deliver food, but did not bring Xiangling to disturb him too much.

It's already mid-November.

That night, the thirty-three heavens finally opened fully.

At this point, all the acupoints on the upper, middle and lower three days are opened.

Closing his eyes and looking inward, Meng Yuan felt that the ninety-nine days were like stars in the sky, some dim and some bright.

And vaguely, it seems that each one is related to the others.

Looking carefully, it seemed as if he had fallen into the galaxy, and also as if he was falling out of the galaxy.

When I was confused, it seemed as if I turned into the galaxy and became a part of it.

As his mind wandered, Meng Yuan felt as if something was gnawing at him, and as if his body was flourishing again from the inside out.

It was unknown how long it had been before Meng Yuan opened his eyes.

Exhaling deeply, Meng Yuan's entire body of flesh and blood trembled continuously, and from time to time there were bulges in some places, as if there was something inside that was about to break out of his flesh and blood.

"Secret secrets of heaven..."

Although Meng Yuan had not yet reached the sixth rank, he vaguely understood the principle of the transformation from heaven to man when one entered the fourth rank from the fifth rank.

Those who practice martial arts can reveal their power by opening up secret treasures and activating the secret methods of heaven, but they will also slowly bear the weight of the secret treasures.

There are countless methods of cultivation in the world, but it is impossible for people to master them all, and the methods they practice are just a scoop in the bucket.

But the purpose of heaven and earth's transformation is to find your own "that bucket" of water.

It was late at night and the moon was bright outside.

Meng Yuan was the only one in the room as he had been in seclusion recently. Xiangling and Hu Qian went to sleep.

Walking out of the room, the training ground was silent. Looking up at the brilliant starry sky, Meng Yuan slowly drew out his sword.

Since entering the seventh rank, Meng Yuan has obtained many magical powers, including those from the Demon Suppression Bureau, some given by others, and some robbed.

First he attained the Flowing Light of All Things, then he studied the Floating Light Cave Heaven and the Blooming Spring Thunder, and afterwards he attained Nirvana Returning to Heaven, Misty Rainbow, Immortal Golden Body, and Burning Heart.

Afterwards, the bright moon bestowed divine power like prison, the dark light chased away the shadow, the third lady bestowed heavenly fire that spread across the prairie, Xuanjizi bestowed the gods to descend to the earth, and Jueming from Lanruo Temple bestowed Bodhi to destroy the Tao.

There were various methods, including attack, defense, life-fighting methods, and escape techniques. Meng Yuan recalled them one by one.

But he couldn't help but think of the Mist, Rain and Flying Rainbow that Xie Yishen had cast. Compared with his own, it was truly countless times better.

And the real killer move, Thunder Shaking the Nine Heavens, is even more terrifying.

"Can I win if I meet Xie Yishen next time?" Meng Yuan thought about it carefully and felt that even if he risked his life, he would only have a 10% chance at most.

At that time in Qingtian County, if Xie Yisheng had really saved his killing move for himself, even if he had used that unpredictable Misty Rainbow, Meng Yuan would have been seriously injured.

"Next, I should concentrate on connecting the three levels of upper, middle and lower, and reach the sixth level of martial arts as soon as possible!"

Meng Yuan vaguely felt that he would meet Xie Yishen again, and it would be a battle of life and death.

(End of this chapter)