The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 48 48. On the city

After breakfast, Song Cheng quietly opened the door and saw Tong Niangzi and Ying'er sleeping together in the side room. One is a petite and pleasant doctor, and the other is a tall and heroic heroine.

His heart was agitated, and he wanted to get into the quilt and enjoy the blessings of others.

But after scanning around, I found that my clothes and pants were quite dirty, so I gave up the idea.

The sound of the entrance also made the two women open their eyes, and relaxed again when they saw it was Song Cheng.

Ying'er got out of the quilt. She was sleeping in her clothes.

"Uncle, are you okay?" the stern heroine couldn't help but ask.

Song Cheng said: "It's okay."

Then he added: "Thanks to Miss Ruoding's command, we were able to survive last night safely."

Although Ying'er agreed with Song Cheng's evaluation of the eldest lady, she still felt it was strange. She straightened her wrinkled sword robe and asked, "Didn't the ghost servants invade the city?"

"No." Song Cheng nodded casually, then yawned and said, "Go to the eldest lady's side."

Ying'er: "Yeah."

Afterwards, Ling'er arranged for the maid to boil water and prepare clothes, just like the eldest lady in charge of the inner courtyard.

Song Cheng also took a shower and changed clothes, then lay down on the bed and rubbed the tiger's mouth.

Wisps of faint Gang Qi are generated under the skin with the perfect flow of strength.

This kind of strength operates under the "intent" ground by that method, so it has reached the level of perfection.

If there is no intention and there is no form, then one will eventually fall into the lower realm.

"Xuanwu True Form" is a four-shape exercise. The main form of practice is the "pile method", which is used to imitate the shapes of various beasts.

Ordinary energy can only have one shape, and the "pile method" is a relatively common beast.

But "Xuanwu" can't be drawn in all four shapes, and it's still blurry.

This means that it still has a lot of room for improvement.

If he can collect more energy methods or form methods, and then integrate them into his "Xuanwu True Form", does that mean that his foundation is stronger?

Some people just want to climb higher.

But cultivation is actually not about climbing a mountain, but about building a building.

A building will be as tall as its foundation is stable.

"If you don't accumulate steps, you won't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you won't have a river."

As Song Cheng thought about it, he felt more and more tired.

He yawned and fell asleep leaning on the quilt that still contained the scent of woman.

The perfect state of form has more "body-protecting Qi" than the state of strength, but the consumption is also much more intense.

He was really tired after fighting all night

Song Cheng slept until evening and skipped lunch.

Get up and look outside.

"It is raining again."

The weather is sunny during the day and starts to rain at night.

He got up in a hurry, washed up, and went out.

It was also a coincidence that when he opened the door here, the door of the main room also happened to open.

As soon as Miss An stepped over the threshold, the two looked at each other, and then naturally got closer.

Ying'er followed the eldest lady, and when she saw Song Cheng, she hesitated to speak, with a bit of resentment in her heroic eyes.

Song Chengdao: "Ying'er, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Ying'er said resentfully: "Uncle, you lied to me."

Song Cheng showed doubts.

Ying'er said: "It was obviously the ghost servants who broke down the city gate last night, and it was obviously you who killed those ghost servants, but you didn't say anything."

Song Chengdao said: "I have perfected my Jin state, and I have integrated the "Flowing Willow Jin" I learned with my own "White Snake Jin". Isn't it possible for anyone to do it?

You can do it instead.

Those ghost servants just look scary and fearless of death, but they are not strong. "

Ying'er was usually aloof, but after hearing these words, she actually had the idea of ​​​​arguing with him.

What does "you can do it if I change you"?

She felt she couldn't.

But before she said anything, Song Cheng had already looked at the eldest lady and said, "Sister An, do you have to go guard Dongcheng tonight?"

An Chenyu nodded and said: "It keeps raining and the rocket can't work, so we have to go.

There were many casualties last night, especially the many injured.

I asked the steward to take someone to comfort him.

Whenever a person dies, our Chamber of Commerce will give them some rice and food to their family members, and the government will provide them with the rest.

The young lady also went together. She said that she was a doctor and she had to help the injured people at this time. At the same time, she also wanted to see the scene to avoid the plague.

I asked the Ma brothers, Linger, and some maids and servants to go with her. "

Song Cheng was silent for a moment.

Before time travel, the number of people who died in the war was just a number, but when I personally participated in it, I realized that it was countless crying and pain.

"Have a meal."

he said.

Miss An nodded, then took two steps and said: "Ying'er, if my uncle is here from now on, you don't need to protect me, just go and protect the young lady. Go now."

Ying'er responded, grabbed the oil-paper umbrella in the corner, opened it, and hurried into the rain.

Song Cheng and An Chenyu had dinner, and then they didn't bring any guards.

After all, there are almost no guards left. They are either at the top of the city or on the streets. How can anyone be free?

The two of them wrapped themselves in coir raincoats and bamboo hats and rode towards the east of the city.

I stood at the top of the city one night, but fortunately the ghost servant never came to knock on the door again.

At midnight, the rain stopped.

The stars are like water, and the puddles and ponds below the city are shining brightly.

An Chenyu sat behind the battlements, leaning against the cold city wall, holding his knees with his hands and looking at the sky.

Song Cheng sat beside her.

Neither of them spoke, but there was no incongruity between them.

After a while, An Chenyu closed his eyes and his breathing became even.

Song Cheng smiled and leaned against her.

The wind in the city still carried the sound of crying, while outside the city was pitch black, with gloomy gray fog rolling and flowing, like the huge mouth of a gray monster, and the saw teeth on the edge seemed to be chewing this small county town where humans gathered, trying to swallow it.

The world of "Infernal Hell" is the country of the dead.

Here, the air is full of yin.

Are humans the outsiders?

Just thinking about it, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from the top of the city.

After a while, a county soldier led two women to approach.

It was Tong Jia and Ying'er.

In the warm light of the brazier, Tong Jia carried a lunch box in his hand, and Ying'er carried a big bag on her back.

The big bag was opened, revealing a large bag of steaming sesame cakes, and Ying'er shouted to all sides: "Come and eat something."

The night watchmen gathered around, taking and thanking.

Tong Jia placed the lunch box in front of Song Cheng.

The two smiled at each other.

Song Cheng said, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

At this time, Tong Niangzi was exhausted from head to toe, and her eyes were even dark.

Tong Jia smiled and said, "Eat quickly."

She opened the lunch box and took out a bowl of hot noodle soup.

She liked to make noodle soup in Huichun Hall.

Under the lunch box, there was a delicious and exquisite mutton rice.

Madam Tong said, "I made the noodle soup, and the meat is all underneath. Ling'er made the mutton rice for Miss."

An Chenyu also woke up, opened her eyes, and said, "Sister, you've worked hard."

Miss An was about to take the rice, but saw Song Cheng's eyes sweeping over the fragrant mutton rice, so she smiled and said, "Sister, I haven't tasted your cooking yet, how about giving me the noodle soup?"

Madam Tong was stunned, then said, "Okay."

Miss An got permission, then she picked up the noodle soup and put it in front of her, and then handed the mutton rice to Song Cheng, saying, "Take it."

Song Cheng took it.

Miss An picked out the bones and meat from under the noodle soup and added them all to Song Cheng's mutton rice.

Song Cheng wanted to refuse.

Miss An said she was too busy and didn't want to eat meat.

He could only endure this "luxurious mutton rice" filled with meat.

The ghost tide was terrifying, the city was difficult to defend, and the night was difficult.

But fortunately, it was not that difficult.

And this may be what he wants to own and protect.