Chapter Ninety-Four: Is It a Male? Is It a Female?
In the sound of the rain, the two people facing each other were extremely dry, as if the rain curtain that fell one after another was just a void background. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Xiao Langjun is deeply hidden. ”
Zheng Mo showed a hint of cunning on his face, he turned his head and looked at the extremely tender man with a smile. The words were said with a hint of meaning.
"Childe is dressed extraordinary, but he doesn't want me to judge people by their appearance. It can be seen that people who are different from the outside in this world are usually gold and jade. ”
A trace of annoyance flashed on Meng Zhu's face, but he quickly adjusted his attitude, and when he faced Zheng Mo again, it had turned into the anger of the celebrities being violated.
"Can this little gentleman know ......"
Before Zheng Mo finished speaking, Meng Zhen had already attacked.
He couldn't let Zheng Mo see Wang Mei's appearance at this time, although he didn't know why Wang Mei turned into a man in the first place, but since she hadn't said it, she deliberately concealed it.
Then Wang Mei was delirious at this time, and he, as a friend, had the obligation to cover up for her.
Because of this, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Mo on the main street before, so he hurriedly led Wang Mei away. Who knows, Zheng Mo actually found the door at this time, could it be that he was still in too much hurry when he left, revealing traces?
Zheng Mo's cultivation at this time had already reached the late stage of foundation building of Fa cultivation, and obviously, through the reincarnation platform, his own cultivation had also broken through a lot. And Meng Zhu has been hiding in Tibet in the past few years, either to deal with the pursuing soldiers, or to refine his body in hiding, and he obviously has not wasted it.
At this time, the two fought each other, and they were evenly matched. The sound of gas explosions erupting from the collision of qi continued to come from the small courtyard. But because of the formation in the courtyard, he was imprisoned in this range.
Zheng Mo is aggressive, but he has never forgotten the purpose of his trip. Before, he felt that the jade talisman he had left for Wang Mei was faintly moving, so he rushed from the east of the yang world to the west.
It's just that when I got around here, I lost the guidance of the jade talisman. He had to look little by little. But after a few days, he could only barely confirm that Wang Mei was near this slum.
Although he couldn't understand why Wang Seventeen, who had always been particular about life, would succumb to this, the anxiety in his heart still made him keep looking for the purple.
Until the day before yesterday, he heard a woman talking in the market, saying that this umbrella-making family in Pingshan Lane was not only handsome in Xiaolang, but also in his sister, especially with a pair of phoenix eyes, which was the most brilliant.
It was the last sentence that made Zheng Mo fall in love, and under the pretext of buying an umbrella, he inquired about the family that made the umbrella. As a result, Xiao Langjun who opened the door made him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he should know each other.
And the girl with phoenix eyes in the woman's mouth, he wants to see it no matter what.
Although the possibility of Wang Seventeen reincarnating as a woman through the reincarnation platform is almost zero, his patience to find someone is about to run out, and even if he is a dead horse, he will treat it as a live horse doctor.
However, what was the matter with this handsome little Langjun? Why did he not let him enter the door, but even attacked him? The most surprising thing to him was that this little Langjun, who was more tender than himself, was actually a cultivator, and he was still a rare physical cultivator!
In this gourd realm, could it be that cultivators have already overflowed to this point? Even any umbrella maker has the strength to be as good as himself?
It seems that this umbrella maker must not be an ordinary person! And if he does not let himself in, there must be a secret! Perhaps, that secret is Wang XVII. Could it be that Wang Seventeen was really reincarnated as a woman?
Zheng Mo, who has always been competitive in his desire to law, is even more determined to find out the original intention.
Somehow, just thinking that person became a woman, Zheng Mo's heart was hot. He couldn't wait to see the woman in his heart.
Is he as cold as he thinks he is? Or is his phoenix eyes a little more charming as the woman said? Or is it a little more feminine?
Zheng Mo's mind was racing, and the movements of the fight in his hands were also non-stop. In the blink of an eye, he and Meng Zhu have gone through no less than 100 moves. The two of them cared about their neighbors, and did not use too many spells, but more of a contest between fists and feet.
Zheng Mo is good at swords, Meng Seal is a fist, the two of them are like electricity, and they are of the same level, even if they restrain each other, they still keep leaving traces of fighting in the small courtyard. Soon, the humble courtyard became scarred.
They gradually became angry, but in the inner room, there was silence.
In the inner room, Wang Mei was already lying on a simple earthen bed. She is able to sleep, eat, and walk on her own. However, the consciousness has not been very clear. She seemed to be in a dream after a dream.
In her dreams, there were towering ancient trees, monstrous floods, thunderbolts falling from the sky, and ancient sounds that kept urging her to go north.
In the dream, there is the man's childhood smile, the anxiety of his youth, the anger of his youth, and the indifference when they meet again.
In the dream, there are houses that are wide and ancient, women who smile like flowers, middle-aged men who are as warm as jade, and children who are noisy and jumping.
Bizarre dreams, obscure complexes, and inseparable concerns. Wang Mei's dreams were chaotic and long. She rolled over uneasily, her brow furrowed at times, furrowed at times, the corners of her mouth turned up, sometimes pursed.
At this time, the battle between Meng Zhen and Zheng Mo in the courtyard collided with each other, causing the air to constantly stir and collide, and it gradually echoed with the meridians in Wang Mei's body.
The dried meridians were vibrated by the air, causing a spasm, and Wang Mei, who was lying on the bed, frowned, and his body shrunk into a ball due to pain, but he instinctively bit his lip, and without saying a word, he let the cold sweat soak the coarse cloth clothes.
Just when Wang Mei was about to lose consciousness in pain, the extreme yin qi that existed in her internal organs was slowly aroused, starting from the hand Taiyin and Lung meridians in her chest, and flowing back to her chest from the Yin and Liver meridians of her feet.
After a week of running, Wang Mei's frowning brows finally loosened, and at this moment, Zheng and Meng fought again, causing the air to vibrate again, and the yin qi in Wang Mei's body also operated again with the vibration of the meridians.
In this way, Zheng Meng and the two of them fought frequently outside the house, and Wang Mei was yin and yin in the house. It actually formed a strange interaction with each other.
After Zheng Meng's qi once again hooked the yin qi in her body to flow along the meridians, with the room where Wang Mei was located, a circle of visible yang qi torrents swarmed in.
In the inner room, the extreme yin qi in Wang Mei's body flowed wildly along the twelve main meridians, and with the continuous infusion of yang energy, a lustrous white luster gradually appeared on Wang Mei's skin.
This layer of luster is the yang energy that Wang Mei has lacked in his body for many years. Because from the beginning of falling into the gourd realm, Wang Mei had to refine her body with extreme yin qi, although the extreme yin qi was excellent for the internal organs, but due to the long-term lack of yang qi, the yin and yang in her body were unbalanced.
At this time, it was the first time she cultivated after she arrived in the Yang Realm.