In the evening of the next day, in the hotel room, with the dim sunlight shining from the gap between the side windows, Zhao Qing finished changing the ointment for Rui Xi, and then went to sit down on another bed, closing his eyes slightly.

Gently brushing the blade of Cao Xiaojian's sword with her fingers, she felt a wisp of cold and piercing sword qi surging up along the meridians.

The essence of gold is the outer yin and the inner yang, so that the yin is the body, and the essence of the yang is contained in it. Therefore, sword qi, as a kind of golden qi, gives people the feeling of being cold, and with sharpness and slaughter.

But when it reached the position of the dantian along the meridians, it seemed to be scorched by fire, and the original strong external form slowly melted away, adding a little more flexibility.

After the sword qi left the dantian, it seemed to have been tempered by a round of tempering, and it became gentle from a violent state, and a few threads seeped into the meridians as it went.

Half an hour later, Zhao Qing opened his eyes, knowing that this time the sword qi quenching pulse had been completed.

The fire qi contained in the fire trick pill does have an accelerated effect on the refining of the gold qi.

After using the "Agni Fire" to dissolve the excessive sharpness of the sword qi, the resistance of the meridians in her body to the refining of the sword qi also increased a lot, and the original interval of nearly twelve hours was shortened to about four hours.

Now, Zhao Qing's twelve canonical and eight veins have all been integrated with a wisp of sword qi, reaching the minimum conditions for cultivating the "Riding the Star Heavenly Technique".

If it was an ordinary time, she would wait for a while longer, and use the excess Jin Xingqi to recharge the "Dream Citation".

However, facing such a crisis now, Zhao Qing decided not to wait any longer, and directly used the four wisps of golden qi that were already in the citation to activate the ability to dream into the heavens.

The quaint imprint in her mind sensed her thoughts, emitting a bright light, giving birth to a suction of consciousness in the depths of the Mud Pill Palace.

Feeling that it was dark in front of him, Zhao Qing faintly felt a white light with a small amount of red light carrying him through the two layers of barriers, and then disappeared.

……

Overhead Ming Dynasty, Wanli years, early April.

Next to a mulberry forest with dense foliage, on a wide and smooth dirt road, walked a girl with light steps.

The sky was dark, the evening breeze was bleak, and the cool breeze blew the leaves on the mulberry tree.

Zhao Qing was dressed in a green shirt and was fiddling with something with his hands.

On closer inspection, in her hands were more than a dozen extremely thin pieces of mulberry bark, which were slowly braided into a long, tough rope with the change of her fingers.

Walking along the road, outside the mulberry forest is a small village with only a few families.

Closer to the roadside, there was a small wooden house with windows on all sides, and a shabby strip of cloth with the word "hotel" written on it hung at the door.

It is a small hotel opened by the villagers for passing guests.

The hotel is really small, there are only three wooden tables in total, but it is very clean.

Zhao Qing stood at the door of the hotel, with a hesitant look on his face.

Just like the last time she fell asleep, she didn't have any money on her.

Zhao Qing didn't know if he wanted to go in and beg for a glass of water to drink, or find a crowded place along the road to make some money.

has a superb martial arts, but is penniless, such a thing is not common to say, and it is not very rare to say rare.

At least, she now saw another man who was also penniless.

It was a small, thin, unkempt beggar with a dirty and broken bowl in his hand, and he walked towards the hotel with his head bowed.

Strangely enough, his steps were almost the same size, as if they had been measured with a ruler.

If it is a knowledgeable person in the rivers and lakes, he can quickly judge that this beggar who asks for food has a lot of martial arts.

Zhao Qing's knowledge is not only not low, but also has deep attainments in light skills. Therefore, she judged at a glance that the beggar's martial arts level was at least the first-class level in the world.

Immediately afterwards, behind the beggar appeared a man dressed as a peddler. In the hands of the vendor are two stacked cages, the lids of which are ajar so that you can see that they are full of steaming buns.

"How many more people did you poison today?"

A strange tone of words came from afar, and a poor man with a sour body turned into the intersection, with his hands behind his back, and he could vaguely see the half-worn copy of the Analects revealing behind him.

Poisoned people by selling buns? Zhao Qing's heart was a little vigilant, if what Poor Xiucai said was true, it seemed that the rivers and lakes here were much more dangerous than before.

"It's easy to dodge with an open gun, but it's hard to defend against a hidden arrow", tricks like poison sound old-fashioned, but they are actually quite scary.

Fortunately, from the current point of view, the poor Xiucai with the highest martial arts among the three is only the level of "falling flowers and flowing water" in the Liancheng Jue, and he is far from his opponent.

I just don't know, what is the purpose of these people passing through here? It had only been a short time since they had just penetrated, and of course they couldn't have come for themselves.

But you can also try to listen to their conversation from a distance and determine what kind of world this is.

Hearing the words behind Poor Xiucai, the vendor rolled his eyes and said, "My bun will only be poisoned if a dog eats it, believe it or not?" ”

"I don't believe it." Poor Xiucai took the "Analects" into his arms, swallowed his saliva, touched his shriveled stomach, and shook his head reluctantly.

The peddler glanced at him and shouted, "If you don't believe it, forget it." The little beggar over there, do you want two big meat buns that have just come out of the cage? ”

Without waiting for the beggar to say yes, he had already taken out two large plump and round meat buns from the cage and threw them towards the beggar six or seven feet away.

I saw the unkempt beggar turn around, open his mouth wide in the face of the flying bun, bite the bun accurately, and then shut up, the bun was swallowed by him.

The peddler kept throwing seven or eight buns with both hands, and he threw them as fast as the beggar swallowed, and suddenly all seven or eight buns were gone, and they were all swallowed by the thin and small beggar.

Seeing that the beggar was not poisoned after eating the buns, Poor Xiucai hurriedly shouted: "Don't swell him to death, I also want a few buns." ”

"Okay." The peddler smiled, threw the bun in his hand towards Poor Xiucai with his backhand, and he grabbed it and held it in his arms.

"Little girl over there, do you want meat buns? The steamed buns that were originally 10,000 taels were given away for free today. Glancing at Zhao Qing who was standing at the door of the hotel, the vendor suddenly greeted loudly.

Zhao Qing's eyebrows raised, and the slender hemp rope woven in his hand seemed to flutter gently in the wind, but it made a very subtle sound of cutting air.

It seems that this is not a soft rope, but an extremely sharp soft sword. This is the effect of the exercise after completing the sword qi quenching vein.

"Pack the crow! Don't scare anyone. Suddenly, a cold voice rang out across the road.

At some point, there was an old man in a robe and a small hat, holding a long dry tobacco pouch in his hand.

"Mr. Fan, you're finally here." Poor Sour Xiucai stuffed the bun into his mouth and said a little vaguely.

"I should have come a long time ago." The old man replied coldly: "Under the Heavenly Fowl Sect, respect for the teacher is the first. Tomorrow morning, Uncle Huo is going to duel with Lu Xiaofeng, you should all know about it. ”

Sky Fowl Gate? Lu Xiaofeng? Rubbing his hair gently, Zhao Qing had already guessed that the current world should be the ancient dragon world, and the time was in the first part of Lu Xiaofeng's legend.

The so-called Uncle Huo is obviously the only son of the old man in his later years, Huo Tianqing. However, I remember that Huo Tianqing and Lu Xiaofeng agreed to have two duels, and I don't know which time period.