992 The inheritance (1)
After merging with the military merits realm bead, Xia Pingan did not stop. Instead, he started to merge with the remaining tendon-changing classic realm bead.
He dripped a drop of blood on it, and in the blink of an eye, Xia Pingan was once again wrapped in a cocoon of light.
In a daze, Xia ping ‘an felt that his body was swaying gently, and he could hear the crackling sound in his ears. The sound was a little vague, but it seemed to be far and near, clear and yet also vague. It sounded like firecrackers, but it also sounded like beans falling on the ground. Xia ping’ an understood that he had entered the world of the realm Pearl.
He wanted to open his eyes to see where he was, but such a simple thought was now somewhat difficult. This was because Xia Pingan realized that his current body was indescribably weak, and he was seriously lacking in energy. He was in a daze, weak, and sleepy. His eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand kilograms, and his entire body was so soft that he could not lift a single ounce of strength.
This situation gave Xia Pingan a shock. He had fused with so many realm pearls, but the body of the owner of this realm Pearl was the weakest one he had ever met.
Could he be a paralyzed person on the verge of death?
Just as this thought appeared in Xia ping ‘an’s mind, he felt his body shake even more violently, as if someone was pushing him. young master Qian Qian, wake up! Young master Qian Qian Qian!
With the help of an external force, Xia Pingan’s head finally became a little more awake. He woke up from his drowsy sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man with a slightly dark face. He had a large and bright forehead, wore a green robe with a short vest with hoof sleeves, and had braids on the back of his head. All these clothes immediately explained the dynasty-the Qing Dynasty.
They were in the carriage. The young man was sitting next to him, and he was wrapped in a dark red mattress, lying in the carriage in a comfortable position. The bumps he felt came from the shaking of the carriage. The pitter-patter sound came from the carriage and the roof of the carriage, like the sound of raindrops hitting the carriage. The rain was a little heavy, and it was particularly harsh to the people in the carriage.
There were some books in the carriage, as well as some boxes of various sizes. There were many things in them. Xia Pingan saw the Four Treasures of the Study in the boxes. At the same time-he also saw a somewhat glaring thing, which was placed openly on top of those boxes. It was-pipe for smoking.
The smell in the carriage was a little strange. Xia Pingan sniffed it with his nose and felt that there was a special sweet smell that could confuse people that was left behind by heavy smoking in the carriage. He had smelled this smell in the homes of drug addicts in the Golden Triangle before. In addition to opium, there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the carriage.
The things in the car were all opium, medicine, and books. It was so strange that Xia Pingan was a little dazed. Then, he felt weak again and couldn’t help but yawn. He felt suffocated and short of breath, and his tears came out.
This body was so weak that it was hard to describe it. It seemed that even stretching was a little strenuous.
When the young man saw Xia Pingan staring at the pipe, he quickly said, ” young master, young master had just smoked the fushou paste before he went to bed. Before coming here, Madam told the old master to let young master smoke less fushou paste on the way to the province’s autumn hunt. If young master feels sleepy, do you want to take some medicine to nourish your body? ” As he spoke, the young man opened a box in the carriage. There were ready-made pills in the box. A strong smell of ginseng came out of the box.
Qing Dynasty [ Yi Jin Jing ] [ big smoke ] [ sick man ] [ young master of a rich family ]
After these elements fermented in Xia Pingan’s mind for two seconds, Xia Pingan immediately knew his current identity-report Zhou. At this moment, this tuberculosis-stricken body was one of the key figures in history who had passed down the “muscle tendon changing and marrow cleansing internal art manual.”
This young master was really amazing. He was born with a weak body. Before the age of ten, he was a medicine bottle. After the age of ten, he was immersed in alcohol and became sick all over. When he was nineteen, he was addicted to smoking. After smoking for more than ten years, although his body was only in his thirties, he was already on the verge of death and could not stand the wind. He was like an old man who was always sick. He was afraid of the cold and heat. He was also addicted to smoking, so he could only be suspended with tonic. He made it look like he was going to die at any moment.
The eldest son of the Zhou family was going to the provincial capital to participate in the fall quarter examination that was held once every three years. As a scholar, he wanted to be a high scholar.
Looking at the boy servant who was staring at her, Xia Pingan calmed his breathing and waved his hand. no need, Yingluo, ahem, ahem, Yingluo. By the way, where are we now? ”
we’re almost at Ziyang, but it’s raining today and the sky is getting dark. We can’t get to the city, so we can only find a place to stay for the night on the road. Uncle Chen, who was driving the carriage just now, said that he knew a temple on the road ahead for people to stay at night. He was about to take us there for the night! The boy servant seemed to be quite clever. When Xia Pingan asked, he immediately explained the situation clearly.
Xia Pingan reached out his hand, wanting to lift the curtain of the carriage to take a look outside. When he did so, he realized that his hand was as thin as a bag of bones. The veins were protruding, and his skin was dull. There were two faint brown scars on his wrist. As soon as he lifted the curtain a little, he saw the dark sky outside and the trees swaying in the wind and rain. A cold wind blew in through the opening, and Xia Pingan’s body trembled. A cold aura rose from his body, and he couldn’t help but shiver. His face turned pale.
“Young master, be careful. The wind is strong outside. Don’t get caught in the cold!” The servant quickly stopped him and closed the curtains again.
Xia ping ‘an smiled bitterly. His body was so weak that he didn’t know what to say when compared to his God’s body, which could move mountains and overturn seas at any time. It was not an injustice to say that his body was as weak as an ant or a Candle in the Wind.
Seeing that Xia ping ‘an had stopped talking, the manservant quickly tidied up the bedding for Xia ping’ an so that Xia ping ‘an could sit comfortably in the carriage. Then, he carefully took out a small piece of ginseng from the box and let Xia ping’ an put it in his mouth to freshen up.
Xia Pingan closed her eyes to rest.
Half an hour later, the sound of raindrops hitting the carriage gradually decreased and the rain stopped. After sitting drowsily in the carriage for another hour, the carriage finally stopped. Immediately, a slightly old and rough voice sounded from outside the carriage, ” young master, get off. We’ve arrived at our place for tonight!
The manservant skillfully draped a cloak over Xia ping ‘an before opening the curtain in front of the carriage. He was the first to get out and block the wind from the outside. An uncle in his forties, who was wearing a straw Cape and a bamboo hat, placed a horse stool on the ground in front of the carriage before letting Xia ping’ an off.
Xia ping ‘an got off the carriage, and the manservant quickly came over to support Xia ping’ an’s arm and body, afraid that Xia ping ‘an would fall. The coachman also carefully led the horse by the side, not allowing the horse pulling the carriage to move around at this time.
Xia ping ‘an was also a little helpless, but his body was indeed too weak. He only bent over to get out of the carriage, but he felt a tightness in his chest and palpitations. His hands and feet felt clumsy, as if they were not listening to him.
With the help of the manservant, Xia ping ‘an stepped on the carriage’s Clapper and the horse stool below. He carefully stepped down from the carriage that was only about a meter above the ground and then looked around at the environment.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the temple. There was a plaque on top of the temple with the words ” Tonghui temple ” written on it.
Looking at the temple, it was rather clean and the scale was not small. It was not considered simple.
The monasteries of this era were often used as inns. It was common for travelers to stay in the monasteries and for scholars to stay in the monasteries.
Seeing that someone had arrived in a carriage, the little Shami at the entrance of the temple immediately came forward to welcome them.
The young monk brought Xia Pingan, the boy servant, and the boy servant into the temple. When they arrived at the guest hall of the temple, they met with the reception monk of the temple and had a simple conversation. After that, Xia Pingan settled down in Tonghui temple.
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