The Invincible Myth of Wuxia

Chapter 89 Repairing Meridians
Song Pingsheng also understood that this world was different from his previous life. The concept of superiority and inferiority was very important. The poor people at the bottom not only lived in poverty, but also had a natural fear of the powerful.

"May I ask where this old man is? Is it still in the boundary of Suiyang Mansion?"

"Returning to your son, we are located in the lower reaches of the Guohe River, about fifty miles to the east, it joins the Cuiping River, and to the west is Linwo County."

It seems that he is still around Suiyang Mansion, wandering casually along the river these few days, unexpectedly came all the way here.

After Song Pingsheng speculated secretly, he had a general understanding of the surroundings.

"My lord, you just woke up, you should rest more. The little old man's family is poor, and there are no herbs on the boat. Why don't you go get you a red carp that is more than ten years old, and make you a stew to nourish your body."

The old man saw that Song Pingsheng was pale, and he was short of breath when he spoke, so he understood that it was due to his weakness.

"Then there's Uncle Law."

Song Pingsheng also understood that he should rest more now. After thanking him, he continued to lie in bed and think about how to repair the damaged meridians in his body.

The old man led the children carefully out of the boat shed, and went out to look for the golden-backed wild red carp that was more than ten years old.

The little boy who was following him looked back at Song Pingsheng with some reluctance before leaving, his eyes were full of curiosity.

In his limited cognition, among the people he came into contact with, the clothes worn by the village head king and landlord were not as gorgeous and good-looking as the young man in front of him.

After the old and the young went out, Song Pingsheng, who had closed his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes, held his breath, and carefully felt the movement around him.

As the saying goes, you must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.

Now when he is at his weakest, any martial arts practitioner in the body training stage can easily kill him.

After about a cup of tea, the only sounds outside the boat were the old man fishing with a net and the sound of children paddling in the water.

Song Pingsheng relaxed his vigilance, opened the system in his mind, and found the elixir page.

After some screening, I spent more than 300 soul fragments to exchange for two "Shengjin Forging Pulse Pills".

If this elixir is to be used for healing, it is not even half as effective as the "Yiling Pill".

But its price is indeed about twice that of the "Episode of Spirits", 680 soul fragments.

The reason is that the greatest effect of "Shengjin Duomai Pill" is to reshape the meridians and penetrate the acupoints in the body, which is comparable to the effect of the Yi Jin Jing of the previous generation of Shaolin Temple.

If one can be taken during the body training period, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort for future cultivation.

As far as Song Pingsheng was concerned, the "Sheng Jin Tengmai Pill" could allow him to reshape his meridians and re-cultivate his true energy within a few days.

As long as the meridian is healed, with his tens of thousands of god shards, he can exchange a few "Huiyuan pills" at will, and he can restore all his forces in a short time, and completely understand the true qi injury left by Feng Yan on his body.

Although he can only sit paralyzed on the bed now, fortunately, he can still move his right hand slowly.

He took out one of the "Sheng Jin Tengmai Pills" exchanged from the system, and waved his right hand with some difficulty to send it to his mouth.

Immediately, I felt a heat flow slowly through my body, and after a while my whole body began to itch, as if there were countless ants crawling on my body.

Song Pingsheng understood that this was the effect of the "Sheng Jin Dianmai Pill" to restore his own extraordinary meridians.

Fortunately, he is also a mentally strong person. If it were anyone else, he would have shouted out this unbearable feeling.

And he just had a calm face, silently experiencing the feeling of the re-growth of the meridians.

This kind of experience is rarely encountered by ordinary martial arts practitioners, and it will be of great help to the future martial arts.

Since I was inside the boat shed, I don't know how long it has passed, I just feel that the sky outside the window is getting darker.

At this time, the old fisherman walked in cautiously, holding a bowl of steaming fresh fish soup in both hands.

Judging by his appearance, he was probably very worried that the fish soup would be accidentally spilled because of the shaking of the boat.

Gently put the fish soup on the small table beside the bed, and greeted Song Pingsheng: "My lord, the carp soup is ready, if you can't get up, let the little old man's grandson feed you. "

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to let the little boy who was hiding behind him, with only his head sticking out, stand in front of the window.

After Song Pingsheng looked up, he nodded silently and said nothing.

Now he is experiencing the unbearable itchiness of "Sheng Jin Tsing Mai Pill" to repair the meridians, and he can't speak easily, let alone sit up and drink fish soup.

However, according to his calculations, this situation will not last for too long, the effect of the medicine has almost been exerted, and he can get out of bed and walk a little after a while.

However, if he wanted to fully recover, he would have to take the second "Shengjin Duimai Pill". Only then would he be able to move freely like an ordinary person.

Just like that, in the dark boat shed, Song Pingsheng lay on the bed with his mouth tightly closed, while enduring the itching in his body, he silently drank the fish soup in his mouth.

And the little boy Ye carefully brought the fish soup to Song Pingsheng's mouth spoon by spoon, while the old fisherman sat aside and watched quietly.

Seeing that the sky was about to turn completely dark, the old fisherman opened the dilapidated cabinet and found a half candle wrapped in a black cloth.

The faint light illuminated the entire boat shed, and Song Pingsheng's originally tense vigilance relaxed a little.

It has not been long since he came to this world. Song Pingsheng knew that ordinary people rarely light candles at night. Only wealthy people would keep the lights brightly lit and hold candles to talk at night.

Obviously, the old fisherman was worried that his brother from a rich family would not be able to stand the night without lights, so he cruelly lit the candle that had been treasured for a long time.

After drinking the fish soup, Song Pingsheng also realized that the effect of the "Shengjin Duimai Pill" in his body had expired. After the unbearable itching feeling disappeared, he directly said: "Thank you for the fish soup, old man. I can barely get out of bed.”

After saying that, he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, then glanced at the little boy and asked: "Dare I ask, old man, what is your grandson's name? I will always remember the kindness of feeding the fish."

"The son is serious. The grandson of the little old man is also a child with a hard life. His father died when he was two years old, and then his mother remarried when he was three years old. Since then, we have depended on each other for life, fishing on this vortex river. for a living."

"Because the baby's father died early, and the mother remarried again, and I, the little old man, have never read or read, so I have never given him a name. I usually just call him a baby name."

When he said this, the old fisherman looked at Song Pingsheng hopefully.

If he was only kind when he saved people, half of the reason why he was busy showing courtesy when he learned that Song Pingsheng was a son of a rich family was because he wanted the son in front of him to give his grandson a good name.

I knew that in this era, ordinary people want to name their children and grandchildren.

If you have a family, follow the genealogy, if you don't have it, you can only spend money on gifts, and ask a literate gentleman to help you name it.

(End of this chapter)