On that day, Meng Zhao took Wang Tianlei to Cao's house to ask Cao Yan for the antidote.

If placed elsewhere, the antidote is a rare thing and must be refined with a vicious beast poison sac unique to Yunwu Mountain.

But in the Cao family, it is not without it. It is even equipped for people who are injured and poisoned in the mountains all year round, so the process went very smoothly.

After solving this matter, Meng Zhao no longer delayed it. He took Meng Chuan, Lu Le, and ten elite warriors of the Meng family to quietly set off in the night to avoid attracting the attention of those who are interested.

As for Cao Zhan, Meng Zhao thought that his brothers of the same clan were still on the mountain and the Cao family had some matters that he needed to pay attention to, so he asked him to stay in this town for the time being and returned to the county town with Meng Hongdao in the future.

The group of people traveled lightly and simply. In addition to the weapons used to defend themselves, they only brought dry food and water for hunger.

Stepping on the horse is like thunder, galloping all the way, and wind and snow are rolling up behind him like dragons.

After a journey of one night and one day, it was so scarce that everyone finally came to a village to stay.

The village is called Dhaluzhuang. Although it covers a wide area, there are only a hundred households living here. The people in the village mainly rely on the Deng family and mainly rely on farming to make a living. The scenery this year is still good, and no one is rich, at least they will not be unkempt and have a pale face and thin skin.

Although we are guarded against outsiders, we are generally good-willed.

The village chief of Dharu Village arranged for Meng Zhao and others to live in a row of slightly old and dilapidated brick and tile houses to the west of the village.

According to the village chief, the owners of these brick and tile houses either leave here to make a living, or the widowed old man has no one to inherit the property after his death, so they are left vacant. Anyone who passes by will come to stay here will be arranged here in a unified manner.

The furniture, bedding and other things inside are also complete, so that you can treat outside guests properly and will not have too many conflicts with the people in Dhara Village.

Meng Zhao and others circled around the red tiles and blue bricks, and felt very satisfied.

Although they have a large number of people, they are much richer in one room each, so they don’t need to make any plans to move in directly.

It’s just that it may be uninhabited for many days, without fireworks, and the room looks deserted and cold, making people uncomfortable.

However, just buy firewood and burn the fire, the temperature will be raised soon.

Besides, they are all martial arts practitioners, with strong body and strong qi and blood. It is enough to have a house to avoid the cold. When they are in the clouds and mists, they will just sleep in the hills. Why don’t they survive?

In addition, the accommodation conditions are good and the food is not bad. Although there is no special meal, the side dishes at the farm are better than clean, simple and flavorful. Even the fried eggs are fresher and more fragrant than those from the city.

The forage for feeding horses is also made of essential materials and coarse grains, and there are special stables to store horses, which is very convenient.

Everyone rushed to the road for a long time, after eating and drinking enough and scalding their feet with comfortable hot water, they returned to the house to rest. Even outside the door, they could hear snoring one after another, like thunder.

Meng Zhao has excellent cultivation and special physique, so he doesn't feel tired. After returning to his own cottage, he meditated and trained his qi as usual to nourish his body. He was in a state of being like thinking but not thinking, and not thinking but not thinking.

Now that he is fully aware of the twelve main meridians, only the eight extraordinary meridians are left. With his talent, understanding and martial arts resources, as short as two months or as long as half a year, he will surely be able to connect the remaining eight meridians one by one. At that time, the acquired Great Perfection will be able to impact the innate martial arts.

If the innate being formed, it may completely awaken the Ziyuan Dragon Body. Only then will the world be so great that he will let him gallop.

Therefore, Meng Zhao worked very hard and never slacked off.

As the saying goes, the way of heaven rewards hard work. He has high capital and hard work. Why worry about the day when martial arts cannot be mastered by the gods?

The young Jiao Xiaojiu also had a full meal, but it was not the flesh and blood of the ferocious beasts, but the essence pill specially prepared for it by Meng Zhao, as well as the precious ore. A hard lump of it was bulging on its slender abdomen.

However, looking at the little guy's comfortable expression, you know that Meng Zhao has fed it well these days and is in good spirits.

Time passed by bit by bit, outside the house, the full moon had risen to the middle of the sky, and the entire Dhara Village was also in silence, and every household had darkened its doors and fell asleep.

Suddenly, Meng Zhao's ears trembled, as if he heard something unusual. In the dark room, he suddenly opened his eyes, his purple pupils flashed, and the dark room was filled with electricity, like a thunderbolt passing by, and a faint smell of burnt came out of the air.

I saw a trace of doubt flashing across Meng Zhao's fair and jade-like face. He looked sideways, and listened carefully, thinking,

"I have light steps. I must have practiced martial arts. My cultivation is pretty good, at least I am a great success. But why is the momentum so loose and ordinary? Could it be that my mental sense is wrong?"

After Meng Zhao understood the wonderful use of the Ziyuan Dragon Body's natural dragon power, he had a lot of research and knowledge in spiritual martial arts. Through the Red Dragon Dutian Secret Book, he studied a wonderful method of real dragon sensing. Generally, through the qi, smell, and breath, he could sense the virtuality, realness and strength of people who were not as good as those of his eyes, and avoid the sensory blindness caused by the technique of hiding qi and hiding breath.

Meng Zhao thought, and the young Jiao Xiaojiu climbed to Meng Zhao's waist with a whoosh, swaying his little head, skillfully disguised as a black belt and wrapped it around it, and his little tail was shaking playfully.

Then he walked out of the bed with a slight hand and came to the door, pressed it against the crack in the door, stood still and looked outside.

He even used a special method to restrain his breath in his body without looking at it with his naked eyes. By feeling alone, he would only think it was a stubborn stone, a piece of wood, without any life.

In the dark and quiet room, there was such a person with his eyes wide open and his purple light was still stuck in front of the door, which felt like a horror movie.

If anyone pushed the door open and suddenly saw Meng Zhao hiding behind the door, he would be scared to death...

The night is quiet, cool and cold, and the silvery moonlight shines, giving the dark earth a little more light.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, a petite but plump man jumped into the wall from outside the courtyard with agility. When he landed on the ground, he leaned forward, and his chest was shaking and trembling. He was obviously a woman.

He also used an extremely clever force-release method, which not only canceled the aftershocks of falling, but even the sounds made when landing became extremely slight.

However, although there are extremely skillful martial arts, the visitor seems to be flinched and sneaky.

He clearly had a clever and light body skill to hide his movements, but he was guilty. He bent his slender waist, as if he was holding his breath, and quietly slid into the room where Meng Zhao was.
Chapter completed!