Chapter 29: The Day After Tomorrow
Fang Xun was very sure that if Wei Lin knew that he had been placed on an order by Wujiantang, he would definitely rush back as soon as possible.

This world is full of natural energy, and ordinary people are much stronger than ordinary people in his previous life. Animals are of course no exception. Even an ordinary horse can travel a thousand miles a day.

Lujiazhuang is only 600 miles away from Sanshui County. Even if you have to take a detour, you can get back in just six or seven hours by riding at full speed.

But now it has been two whole days and Wei Lin has not returned yet, and there has not even been a single letter sent by carrier pigeon.

"It's been two days. Something must have happened to Master!"

Fang Xun's heart was filled with a sense of urgency, he felt as if he was caught in some conspiracy.

Yue Shan came to visit, the Wujiantang killer attacked, Wei Lin got into trouble, and Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi had been wanting him to leave the city.

These events did not seem to be independent; there must be a secret thread connecting them all. He felt as if he and his master were being surrounded by a pack of wolves.

But now there are too few clues, and Fang Xun has no way to infer the further truth. He can only strengthen his own strength as much as possible.

Thinking of this, Fang Xun quickly walked through the hall and came to the backyard.

As soon as I entered the backyard, a strange fragrance hit me.

I saw a large wooden barrel on the open space in the backyard. The emerald green, boiling medicine liquid in the barrel was surging, and wisps of white mist condensed from water vapor were constantly floating out.

Fang Xun took off all his clothes and jumped into the wooden barrel without hesitation, sitting cross-legged with only his head floating above the water.

In the boiling water, he just frowned, and then he entered a state of meditation without any thoughts.

The mental method of "Yi Jin Jing" flows through the heart, the true energy begins to circulate throughout the body, the powerful medicinal power penetrates the tendons, bones and meridians in the body to cleanse the whole body, and the surface of the twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians in the body seem to be coated with a protective film.

After each cycle, the emerald green liquid will become a little lighter.

Fang Xun seemed to feel that the time had come, and with a thought, the true energy of the "Yi Jin Jing" in his body began to impact the Ren and Du meridians.

However, this time the circulation of true Qi was not as smooth as usual. Fang Xun, who had never encountered a bottleneck in his acquired cultivation, ran into a thick barrier for the first time.

But he was not discouraged, after each cycle of Qigong, he would use the power of medicine to impact the Ren and Du meridians.

The true energy is like a torrent hitting a dam, hitting the bottleneck again and again.

Fang Xun had read about opening the Ren and Du meridians countless times in martial arts novels in his previous life.

In this life, the unobstructed Ren and Du meridians represent the perfection of the acquired nature. Not only does one's skills reach the highest level, but one can also open up the bridge between heaven and earth, draw in the vital energy of heaven and earth to purify one's internal strength and impact one's innate nature.

Fang Xun didn't consider the innate matters for the time being. This time he just wanted to open up the Ren and Du meridians to greatly improve his skills.

He only dared to think highly of the Wujiantang killer's strength and did not dare to rely on luck.

Even though his own true Qi is pure and rich and his physique is strong, he has not even reached acquired perfection. His skills are still slightly inferior to the innate skills of the thirty-six masters. Opening up the Ren and Du meridians can greatly narrow the gap.

However, the process of opening the Ren and Du meridians is extremely dangerous. Most people who want to achieve acquired perfection will seek the protection of a master or use the power of medicine to protect their meridians.

Fang Xun used up most of the medicinal herbs in his home to make a medicinal bath to protect his meridians.

With the impact of true Qi again and again, after another circulation, Fang Xun seemed to hear a sound in his ears, and he felt that there seemed to be a crack in the bottleneck.

'Now! Absorb Linghu Chong's essence and martial arts insights!'

With a bang, the vast essence turned into a new force and joined the ranks of attacking the Ren and Du meridians.

There was already some declining true energy in his body, but suddenly it began to surge again as if it had been greatly replenished.

This time, with unstoppable force, Fang Xun's Ren and Du meridians were opened up inch by inch.

After an unknown amount of time, a crisp sound seemed to be heard in his mind, as if a bottleneck had been blasted open, and the Ren and Du meridians were officially unblocked.

At this time, the medicinal power in the wooden barrel was completely absorbed, leaving only a bucket of clear water.

He understood immediately that he had finally opened up his Ren and Du meridians and entered the acquired perfection. His skills were no less powerful or pure than his innate ones!

Fang Xun felt that the whole world had come alive in his eyes, and his true energy had become more lively, as if it had a hint of spirituality.

Linghu Chong's essence only saved him several months of hard training to complete his acquired perfection, but his opponent's martial arts insights made him feel like he had been reborn. The essence of "Nine Swords of Dugu" flowed through his heart, connecting the sword techniques one by one like a general outline!
The eight extraordinary meridians in his body were also connected as one, and Fang Xun felt as if he had an imperceptible connection with the entire world.

The void around him emanated inexplicable fluctuations, and it looked foggy, as if Fang Xun was shrouded in a large amount of water vapor.

At the same time, Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi, who were still staying near Fang Xun's house, were stunned for a moment, as if they sensed something.

Fang Xun, who was in the backyard, immediately felt that the vast and pure energy of heaven and earth was attracted to himself and continuously flowed into his body, cleansing his true energy and body.

But the next moment, Fang Xun's energy suddenly converged, and everything around him gradually returned to calm.

This is the Qi circulation technique taught to him by Madam Ye Di. It can conceal one's own Qi and prevent outsiders from spying on one's own strength and realm. It is also a compulsory course for all masters in the ancient martial arts world with simple folk customs.

Duan Xi, who was standing outside, looked puzzled and asked Zhang Wancheng, "I seemed to sense the convergence of heaven and earth's vital energy just now. What about you?"

Zhang Wancheng also looked bewildered: "I felt it too, it seems like someone is trying to achieve post-natal perfection, but failed."

Then he looked towards Fang Xun's residence, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "It should be that Fang Xun's attempt to achieve the acquired perfection has failed."

Duan Xi's eyes widened upon hearing this: "He has only been practicing internal energy for a few days? He is going to strive for acquired perfection?!"

Zhang Wancheng shook his head: "It is said that he has only been practicing for less than ten days, but it must be more than ten days. It must be false news released by his master. He doesn't want Fang Xun to be too high-profile."

Duan Xi nodded: "No matter what, we will stay here and take him out of the city after the second assassination!"

After the two of them discussed for a few sentences, they hid near Fang Xun's house.

The sun and the moon rotated, and day and night alternated. By the evening of the next day, Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi were still squatting near Fang Xun's house.

At this time, Fang Xun walked out of the pharmacy at home and headed towards the front yard.

"It took me three hours to finish the work. Let the assassins of Wujiantang check the quality of the work."

Arriving at the backyard, Fang Xun sat cross-legged on the ground with an iron stick as high as his eyebrows placed across his body.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, the yellow fallen leaves in the backyard were blown up.

The setting sun gradually sets, the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the earth like mercury pouring down on the ground. It is a dark and windy night!

The night market in Sanshui County was still brightly lit, but Zhang Wancheng and Duan Xi had no intention of enjoying the nightlife here.

The two of them were waiting not far from Fang Xun's door with full concentration, ready to break in as soon as they heard any movement inside.

In the backyard, Fang Xun sat cross-legged on the open ground like a sculpture, motionless.

At some point, a dark shadow appeared on the high wall.

The black shadow had an indifferent look in his eyes and immediately saw Fang Xun, who was like an old monk in meditation in the courtyard.

With a light tap of the toes, the whole person floated down from the wall like a ghost, and landed lightly on the ground as if he had no weight at all.

The black shadow slowly floated towards Fang Xun without making any sound in the process, and even the air was calm.

After a while, he floated behind Fang Xun and stabbed out with a pitch-black sword in his hand like lightning.

The sword was extremely sharp, but the matte blade did not reflect any light under the moonlight and pierced straight into Fang Xun's back.

The sword was delivered silently, without any sound, and not even a trace of murderous intent was leaked during the process.

Everything that happened in the backyard was silent, like a pantomime.

But when the sword was about to pierce Fang Xun's back, the black shadow suddenly felt a bad wind blowing behind his head, accompanied by a fresh musky scent.

The black shadow's eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned the sword in his hand and swung it backwards.

During this time, the sword guard loosened a little, as if returning color, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

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(End of this chapter)