Chapter 118 Lame Little Angel(1/2)
Hu Ma didn't really think that Yang Gong could succeed. Except for a few exceptions, most of their Hongxiang disciples came from poor families.
There are very few people like Yang Gong who know where their home is and who their last name is.
Most of them are so ignorant that they have even forgotten their hometown. When they join the Red Lantern Lady Club, they sacrifice their lives for their future and exchange their blood for food.
Regardless of their high status in the association and good support, they often do not live long.
Today you are chatting and laughing and having great ambitions, but tomorrow you may die in the gutter and no one cares about you.
Yang Gong seems to be a typical example. He is arrogant and arrogant. He has served the Red Lantern Empress for a year and is still alive. Of course, he must have some skills. These Hongxiang disciples who can survive a year of elimination may be more capable than others.
I am still old, but now I want to take the lead alone and fight for blood and food from those vicious people, but I still have to do it.
Hu Ma even felt that most of his life would be in it.
But there was no way to persuade him. Yang Gong lived with his fierceness and tried to persuade him. Maybe he would be angry with him.
Therefore, he just invited Yang Gong to a meal and a meal, and helped him feed the horse. Seeing that the night was already getting dark, he wanted to keep him here for one night, but he didn't care. He took the horse after it had rested and stayed with him all night.
That's all. Anyway, people like them who serve the Red Lantern Lady are not afraid of these sneaky things at night.
In other words, compared to a living person, he is more sneaky now.
After this incident, Hu Ma was just busy making accounts and then went back to deliver them to the city.
There are many talented people in the Red Lantern Club, and they check the comings and goings of blood food in each village very strictly, probably because they are afraid that people will steal it.
Of course, Huma, a Zhuangzi, doesn’t have to worry.
These people in Zhuangzi have never even seen what blood food looks like, so everyone who comes here is very careful here.
"It's as if someone in our village is thinking about this blood food..."
"...It's either white or green, who can take a fancy to it?"
"..."
As for the accounting, the shopkeeper should have done it in person, but the shopkeeper's heart had already flown away.
He was just trying to hold on for a year. After dealing with the incident at the Red Lantern Club, he resigned from his superiors and took Sister Wu He out to seek medical treatment from the Zhao family.
Hu Ma didn't know if he had any clues, but someone had said that shopkeeper Wu's house in the city had been sold by his old servants.
Nowadays, Hu Ma handles many things in Zhuangzi by himself, and there is no need to ask him.
However, for Hu Ma, as long as there are no mistakes in Zhuangzi, the key lies in cultivation.
In the eyes of the old shopkeeper, he has now cultivated both hands and one leg, and is about to complete the second level of cultivation, but in fact he has already secretly begun the cultivation of the five internal organs.
But the matter was so important that Hu Ma didn't dare to play with it and considered every step carefully.
The heart must be the last one, because it is the most important, and it also represents the symbol of reaching the third level of perfection.
The remaining four internal organs are determined by flax.
Although Hu Ma was seen by the statue of his natal god and his whole body was dead, so it was extremely cheap to practice, but after some thought, he decided to start with his lungs.
Because the old shopkeeper also started from here, the records in his notes are also the most detailed.
Moreover, it is most important to breathe in and out Yang Qi from the lungs. After practicing it on your own, the power of your True Yang Arrow's hand-held technique will be greatly improved.
Now Hu Ma spits out a true Yang arrow, which can hurt evil spirits half a meter away at most.
If you refine your lungs and swallow mountains and rivers, wouldn't you be able to exhale more than ten feet away in one breath?
Moreover, the lungs are refined and the energy is long-lasting, which is also a great help to one's skills.
"well……"
But at the beginning of this practice, I also suffered a lot of sins.
I usually rely on enough blood Tai Sui to support my whole body, so I don't feel anything. However, when practicing, I first withdraw all the energy and blood from my lungs, and I immediately feel weak and pale. After walking a few steps, I feel lack of energy.
It's like having tuberculosis.
Outsiders often misunderstand that people who watch the New Year are prone to disasters, as if they are riddled with all kinds of diseases. In fact, this is a stage of their spiritual practice.
But precisely because of this, Hu Ma never dared to practice during the day, for fear that the shopkeeper would see him.
Only in the middle of the night when no one is around, I would practice silently for a while. During the day, I would still rely on the Blood Tai Sui to prop up the energy and blood in my lungs and pretend that nothing happened.
It's like a green tea academic master who plays hard during the day and secretly answers questions at night.
I thought to myself, it would be great if I could really become a shopkeeper. At least I wouldn't have to practice in secret.
In a few days like this, the time of cutting Tai Sui this year is coming to an end, and Hu Ma is about to prepare to perform Qigong that night. Somehow, a gust of cool wind blows outside the window, which makes the paper window edges rattle.
Hu Ma felt that her skin was slightly cold, so she suddenly sat up and looked outside the door, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be something standing there.
"who is it?"
He frowned and asked in a low voice, but no one answered the door, only a weak knock on the door.
"say!"
Hu Ma frowned and said something, but still no one responded, but the knock on the door rang again.
Not a guy from Zhuangzi.
Hu Ma thought to herself that there was no way the waiters in the village would refuse to agree, nor would they stupidly stand there and knock on the door.
Weiwei was alert and glanced at Xiao Hongtang who was rubbing her eyes on the beam. Seeing that she had also woken up, she looked out the door curiously and knew that the person who came was probably not someone.
Raising his hand to take the mahogany sword thrown by Xiao Hongtang, he slowly walked to the door and suddenly pulled the door open.
"Woo..."
As soon as I pulled it open, a blast of cool air hit my face.
Hu Ma's eyes flashed as she suddenly saw a kid about as tall as her waist with a round head and a pale and strange face.
It was lame on one leg and stood crookedly by the door. Suddenly, the door was opened by itself, and it seemed to be startled.
He took two steps back, lowered his head suddenly, knelt down towards himself, and kowtowed.
"WTF?"
Hu Ma was startled and almost struck him with a sword.
Suddenly in the middle of the night, a kid knocks on the door and knocks his head off. Who wouldn't be afraid?
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the sword movement, the kid actually said reluctantly: "Master Yang Gong asked me to come to Guanshi Hu."
"Yang Gong?"
Hu Ma's sword stopped in his hand, almost killing the kid.
But the kid didn't know the danger just now, and said stupidly: "Master Yang Gong sent a message, saying that he has succeeded and arrived at the Water Temple, but the river is too fast to cross, and the ideas around him are in a hurry. Please ask Mr. Hu to take care of it."
Please help me go to meet you..."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of clothing and offered it with both hands. The word "Help" was clearly written on it with blood.
"Yang Gong actually succeeded?"
Hearing this, Hu Ma couldn't help being surprised. At the same time, she glanced at the lame kid and understood.
This is Yang Gong's little angel, just like Xiao Hongtang...
...Thinking about it, I turned around and took a look at the beam. I saw a pretty little Hongtang with pigtails on her head. She stretched her head and looked down curiously.
Well, it’s still different. Little Hongtang is so beautiful.
But before she could be proud, Hu Ma took the piece of cloth from the kid's hand and wanted to get down to business.
Seeing that the two characters above are both written crookedly, it really looks like the style of a person like Yang Gong who didn't know a single Chinese character before and only started to learn calligraphy after joining the Red Lantern Club.
I hurriedly asked the kid a few more questions, but he couldn't understand what he was saying and was babbling. It took me several times to ask him clearly.
This is really amazing, Yang Gong actually grabbed that batch of blood food.
However, according to their discussion, Yang Gong should have passed through Niujiawan and headed north to deliver the blood food to Huma Village before dark.
But now, he must have encountered some dangers, which not only delayed his trip, but also caused him to be trapped on the opposite side of Niujiawan.
Now that he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to punish the little messenger and run to Zhuangzi to fetch reinforcements.
"You go back first and tell him I know."
Hu Ma whispered, then turned around, lit the oil lamp, and looked for the map.
Leng Buding saw the lame man still standing by the door. When he saw him turning around, he kowtowed: "Thank you, Master Hu."
"Thank me for what?"
Hu Ma frowned and saw the kid kowtow again: "Mr. Hu, good luck."
He looked up at Hu Ma and saw that he didn't seem to understand yet, so he kowtowed again: "Master Hu, I wish you good luck and good health."
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Only then did Hu Ma realize that this was asking for reward.
Then she pinched a piece of dried meat from the jar beside the bed and threw it into his hand.
To be continued...