Fox Road Travel Notes

After passing on these two general chapters on Jade Planting Techniques in Yaochi, seven mental methods, and twelve pile postures, the sky outside the window has turned fish belly white.

Chen Zican is a master who never suffers losses and has been concentrating on learning and memorizing.

At this time, I also felt very tired.

But Wang Qiaorong, who was posing and explaining, looked increasingly energetic, with rosy cheeks and jade-like skin.

Like a fairy dancing in the moonlight, her whole body exudes a mysterious and holy light.

The magic of this Jade Planting Technique in Yaochi is indeed not an exaggeration!

In fact, when Chen Zican heard the two general articles, he already knew that Wang Qiaorong did not lie to him.

This technique really needs to eliminate the Double Yang and turn it into the Taiyin, and it has the miraculous effect of keeping the body and nourishing the skin.

This is indeed a technique that is only suitable for women to practice.

It's a pity and helpless.

I really wanted to learn martial arts, but the first powerful technique I got was actually something I could only watch but not eat.

However, after Kou'er practiced it, it became more and more powerful and beautiful, and it also gave me a sense of accomplishment!

I just don’t know if she would still be so well-behaved and obedient to this weakling young master...

Suddenly, he guessed some answers to why Wang Heming always seemed to be aloof from this beautiful and powerful girl.

I can't pick it up and can't put it down. After all, this Brother Wang is a Confucian brainwashed person. His heart is bound by heavy shackles. One layer is broken, and another layer is broken!

While he was thinking wildly, Wang Qiaorong stopped his work and asked him: "Have you remembered everything?"

Chen Zican lowered his head and thought for a while: "I almost remember the essentials of the mental technique and the postures, but the formula is a bit difficult to remember."

"Sister Rong, do you really have no secrets and give me a copy? Da Huan Dan Huang Ya Dan or something like that will do..."

Wang Qiaorong glared at him: "You talk nonsense all day long."

"Let me tell you, if your memory is wrong and you have problems during practice, don't blame me."

"I'm going back to Yinhe Mountain after finishing my work today."

"ah?--"

Chen Zican was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, a piece of paper was handed over to him.

"Here you go, I've written down everything Miss Wang said for you." But it was Wang Heming.

Chen Zican was so moved that he wanted to cry: "What a good little secretary, so considerate and heartwarming..."

"You can only keep this piece of paper for one day, memorize it, and then burn it!"

There was helplessness in Wang Qiaorong's voice. She took a deep look at Wang Heming and walked out through the window.

As usual, these heroes and copycat kings from all over the world do not discuss important matters during the day.

Doing business without capital, killing officials and rebelling in broad daylight is a taboo.

As a result, Zhuangzi continued to perform the comedy of eating large pieces of meat and drinking from large bowls. When drunk, he would go crazy with alcohol and get into fights.

Chen Zican was not in the mood to watch the excitement, saying he was very drunk yesterday.

He still has to memorize and study today!

He knew that it was best to listen to everything that Sister Rong said.

At night, the main hall was brightly lit. Wang Heming came over and invited Chen Zican to participate in the evening discussion.

On the way, he told Chen Zican that tonight he must determine the tasks that each family is responsible for and clarify the number of troops to send.

The atmosphere in the hall was much more lively than yesterday.

Since they have all agreed to send troops, they will have to cooperate with each other in the future. It is more reliable to build a relationship now than to improvise.

They are all old people, and no one understands this yet.

As a result, there were more people present than yesterday, presumably all of whom were well-educated figures from all walks of life.

When Wang Heming and Chen Zican came in, they inevitably had to exchange greetings with everyone, and the new arrivals also came over to greet them one by one.

Chen Zican walked around the crowd, but found that Miss Rong was not there.

When I asked Wang Heming, she said that all affairs related to the Jiushan King family were handled by Li Huajing of the Yuyuan Army. She felt that there was no need to participate, so she practiced in her room.

Wang Guangxing said almost nothing yesterday except angrily accusing Sun Kewang of wanting to rebel.

At this time, a majestic man was brought over and introduced that his name was Ma Chengxiang. He was a general under his brother Wang Guangtai and came on behalf of Wang Guangtai.

The horse Chengxiang is like a big man, nearly nine feet tall, with muscles all over his body. He is majestic and majestic. He stands like a bronze King Kong in front of him. Chen Zican only reaches his shoulders.

He had a bearded face and an arrogant expression. He stepped forward and casually cupped his hands, then stepped away without saying a word.

Wang Guangxing didn't explain much, said a few polite words, turned around and left.

Chen Zican touched Wang Heming's shoulder: "Have you heard of this horse Chengxiang before?"

Wang Heming was startled, not knowing what he meant, and slowly shook his head.

Chen Zican saw him salute just now. His hands had thick joints and were as colored as bronze, and there was a faint luster on his skin.

He has practiced hand kung fu for several years and has seen countless hands, but he has never seen hands like this. However, he thought that since they have strange shapes, they must also have strange abilities.

But this wasn't what made him suspicious.

What really made him feel that this person was unusual was that Ma Chengxiang had a stiff expression and a sallow complexion, as if he was sick, but his eyes were gleaming and full of energy. He had clearly undergone a disguise.

However, they are all shady characters, and they may each have their own ways of doing things.

Chen Zican thought for a while and said nothing more.

Wang Heming saw that it was almost time, clapped his hands, and motioned for everyone to return to their seats.

When everyone took their seats, Wang Heming bowed his hands.

"Brothers, yesterday we all put national affairs first and unanimously agreed to send troops to cooperate with the Northern Expedition."

"Today, we will determine how many troops each family and village will send and where to attack."

"You have to know which areas need to be feinted and which areas need to be attacked hard. Who is responsible for the food route and who is responsible for intelligence."

"In this way, all departments can cooperate with each other and not go their own way..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gourd King Laoren shouted with a loud voice: "We, the Taihang Mountain Rebel Alliance, are willing to be defeated in tough battles, but when it comes to gathering intelligence, cutting off post roads, and harassing the rear, we are very good at it."

"After I go back, I will discuss with the village owners that we will be responsible for the eight hundred miles of Taihang from Shanxi to Zhili!"

This was said with great pride, but after everyone heard it, they all cursed in their hearts: "Old fox!"

His words sounded high-sounding, but in the final analysis, he still planned to stay in his nest and only look for food around the nest.

However, the capabilities of the Eighteen Strongholds of Etaixing made it difficult for them to unite, let alone attack the city.

Among the heroes attending the meeting, the Kuidong Thirteen Family may not have the largest military strength, but when it comes to combat effectiveness, Kuidong is the undoubted big brother.

Except for the old fritters like Calabash King, all the other families were content to lag behind and wait for them to speak first.

Liu Tichun stood up, cupped his hands in all directions, and said loudly: "We, the thirteen families of Kuidong, have a total of soldiers..."

Before he finished speaking, a long and wild laugh came from the roof.

Everyone felt their eardrums buzzing, the dust on the ceiling fell, and the candlelight in the hall swayed without wind...

"What a group of heroes who neither know themselves nor the enemy!"

"You are still here talking about world affairs and preparing to save the people, but you don't even know that a spy has sneaked in. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous-"

The sound was like thunder, surging back and forth in the hall, hitting everyone's heart.

Just by hearing this coming, you knew it must be a powerful enemy.

Everyone was a veteran of battles. Although the incident happened in a hurry, they responded quickly. They only heard a few "swishes", the flash of swords, and someone pulled out a weapon.

Amazing! Could it be that the secret was leaked and the Manchu masters were recruited?

The heroes pushed forward the case, each formed a small circle, and looked after each other back to back.

There was a look of panic on all the faces.