From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 68 Scholar Xiangling

After a short pause, Meng Yuan stood up and walked to the training ground.

After chatting with Hu Qian and others, Meng Yuan started practicing the Kuangfeng Sword Technique again.

At dusk, Meng Yuan went to Zuiyue Tower.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Meng is still as charming as ever." Nie Qingqing's eyes were charming and touching.

"Sister, you and I are not outsiders, and I am not a young master, so please don't call me like that." Meng Yuan said.

Nie Qingqing smiled and nodded.

"Sister, are you doing well these days? I've been thinking about you the whole time I was out there." Meng Yuan took out a small round pebble and said, "I saw a bluestone by the river and couldn't help but think of your name, so I picked it up."

Nie Qingqing took it and saw her name on it. She smiled and said, "You are so thoughtful."

"What a bullshit! He's just trying to save money!" Nie Yannian suddenly appeared and tapped Nie Qingqing's forehead, "You should be more capable!"

Nie Qingqing put away the bluestone, ignored it and walked away.

"I'm so angry that I'm going to die!" Nie Yannian was furious. He pointed his finger at Meng Yuan and said, "Spend some money!"

Meng Yuan didn't dare to argue.

The two of them went upstairs together and came to the private room. Soon their colleagues arrived one after another. As they were served food and drinks, Meng Yuan did not say much, just listened to them chatting about stories from the underworld.

They stayed together for more than an hour before they dispersed. No one suggested going to Red Light District. After all, they were all around the same age as Master Nie and all had families.

Meng Yuan stayed and did not leave. He grabbed Nie Yannian and asked him about the Baicao Dan.

"This stuff was distributed by the Demon Suppression Bureau. Qingming Grass is not that precious. But it is very useful to us warriors, and generally no one is willing to give it to others. But if you really want to buy it, you can. The price outside is about twenty or thirty taels of silver for one pill. Sometimes it will double, depending on the market price of the main medicine Qingming Grass." Nie Yannian was not shy.

Meng Yuan calculated carefully that one pill was enough to feed him for three days, and twenty or thirty taels was indeed very expensive. But he couldn't calculate it that way, because the pill could save a lot of time.

Besides, it can be used in times of war, and this cannot be measured by money.

"So expensive?" Meng Yuan was used to being poor.

"It may not be available even if you want to buy it! If you eat it like candy every day, it will be expensive. But if you eat it for emergency use or before opening your acupoints, it is not that precious. Besides, practicing martial arts actually costs money!" Nie Yannian smiled, "Do you have any ideas?"

"Master Nie has a connection?" Meng Yuan asked curiously.

Nie Yannian thought for a while, nodded at Meng Yuan, and said, "Let's talk after you finish eating."

He was about to walk away, but turned back and asked, "What's wrong with spending some money on my girl?"

"Every time I come here, I see her using the green jade hairpin. I'll go and take a look tomorrow." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

"That's right!" Nie Yannian pulled Meng Yuan back and said, "Remember to ask your girl to come sit down and get to know each other."

Meng Yuan nodded in agreement.

After returning home drunk, Meng Yuan practiced his sword skills and flying catkins skills several times in the training ground, and also gave Hu Qian some pointers before returning home.

Jiang Tang had already prepared hot water and sobering soup. Meng Yuan chatted with her for a while, then washed himself and fell asleep peacefully.

After waking up, I feel refreshed and energetic.

After breakfast, Meng Yuan went to the training ground to give a few instructions, then slung his sword over his shoulder, carried a bow and arrow on his back, put a few boiled eggs in his arms, and took a few rhyme books and character cutting books with him. Then he went to the pasture village to recall the pastures and sweet pastures.

The horses' hooves clattered as they left the city and headed west. Arriving at Muzhuang, Sun Zhuangtou felt a little uncomfortable. "There's really nothing to castrate. I know you're addicted, but you have to wait for a while. You can't grow as fast as you can." Sun Zhuangtou said helplessly.

"I just want to take a look around..." Meng Yuan explained patiently, took out some silver change, asked someone to look after the horses, then chatted with Zhao Datou for a few words before leaving the farm.

We arrived at the foot of the mountain and waited until the sun was at its brightest at noon before we saw a figure carrying a small bag coming from a distance.

The figure had brown skin and a white belly, carrying a small floral bag on his back. He was mumbling something, walking and stopping, as if thinking, which made him look even more stupid.

Xiangling didn't notice Meng Yuan until he was almost there.

"Little gelder!" She quickly quickened her pace and ran over to Meng Yuan in a few seconds, saying, "Have you changed your clothes? Who made your new shoes? The stitching is not good!"

Don't find fault with me! Meng Yuan smiled and asked, "What were you mumbling about on the way?"

"Alas." Xiangling sighed when she mentioned this. "The old teacher assigned homework, and I was reciting it. I saw a few butterflies just now, and I chased them for fun for a while, and I forgot about my homework! Godmother said that playing with things will ruin one's ambition, and she really didn't lie to me!"

She looked at Meng Yuan, and patted her small bag, looking even more depressed. Despite her small stature, her big eyes were filled with helplessness and annoyance. "Little gelder, if only stealing knowledge was as easy as stealing buns."

"Did you steal someone else's buns?" Meng Yuan asked with a smile.

"Don't slander me!" Xiangling immediately argued, "I drove away all the rats in his granary!" They stretched out their arms and legs and gestured, "His family is rich, and the granary is huge! I went to get my wages, not to steal! Little gelder, how can this be considered stealing when it comes to scholars' business?"

Who said she stole the buns? Meng Yuan didn't expose her, so he asked, "Have you ever been in danger?"

"No one can beat me. Even the dogs in the village dare not say a word when they see me! Even if the old man hits me with a bamboo stick, it's not my turn!" Xiangling was very serious and said seriously, with her short arms on her waist, but actually under her armpits, "I'm very powerful now!"

As she spoke, she ran forward twice, then twisted her body, flew into the air, and kicked Meng Yuan on the knee with a backward kick.

Then she used the force to step back, rolled over and stood up again, quickly brushing off the dust on her body, truly calm and graceful.

"Ouch, that hurts." Meng Yuan sat down.

"I only used a little bit of strength!" Xiang Ling's eyes widened, as if she found it incredible. She hurried forward and stretched out her two front paws to rub Meng Yuan's knees. After rubbing twice, she still felt it was not enough and shouted, "Take off your clothes and let me see!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yuan immediately said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Little gelder, you are so weak that you will suffer when you go out to travel the world in the future." Xiangling rubbed it twice more seriously, then frowned and said solemnly like a teacher, "Brother Dawei hung me on the peach tree for several days, but I didn't even cry out in pain!"

So far, you have always been the one who suffered the loss, right? Also, isn't the example you gave inappropriate at the time? Who was the one who kept asking for help?

"Thank you for your advice." Meng Yuan finally gave her face.

"Hey, you're pretty obedient." Xiang Ling smiled happily, then tilted her head forward, stared at Meng Yuan, and asked, "Are you not in pain and playing with me?"

Meng Yuan smiled.

"Little gelder, you are so mean." Xiangling laughed and took out a green plum from her small bag. "Here you go, eat it quickly, it's not sour at all."

There is no green plum that is not sour, and it is even more sour because it is not in season yet.

Meng Yuan took it and took a bite. Xiangling grinned, but Meng Yuan praised it repeatedly, "Mm, sweet!"

"Really?" Xiangling immediately came forward, "Let me try it!"

She took a bite and a look of doubt appeared on her face. Then she took another bite. Seeing Meng Yuan smiling, she was finally sure. She jumped up and touched Meng Yuan's chin, "Little gelder, you are so mean!"

(End of this chapter)