The Meng family's house is very wide, but it is in line with the steel style they cast. Every place is straightforward and there are not many bent corridors. It is easy to find people to find. Standing on a high place, you can see it clearly.

But I had delayed a little time before. Although it was not much, I had long disappeared for a person who wanted to run away. Fortunately, Thirteen remembered the fragrance of women...

A slightly familiar scent.

His nose is now not effective, or most of the time, and the smell is not effective, and he can't smell it even if he doesn't smell it. However, the smell of a woman is the most exciting existence for men. At this time, his nose is absolutely sensitive, even more flexible than a dog.

Since the other party is a woman, it is definitely not a problem to look for it, but this matter is not the main thing he thinks about, and there is another thing that occupies more brainpower.

While running, Thirteen kept calling his internal force to move his whole body to adapt to the sudden enhancement. The feeling of fluency was an experience he had never had in many years.

In the early years, when he first entered the world, he had no skills. Later, he obtained the secret book of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism with his luck. In addition, the Zhemei Hand in Shennong Valley was quite impressive among the newcomers.

But from then on, he suddenly became addicted to constantly learning martial arts.

As long as you see more powerful martial arts, you have to learn it with all your heart. Whether you are asking for advice sincerely or peeking and learning secretly, you have to get those skills, so that you can't remember how many skills you practiced later.

The more martial arts, the better. If he had focused on one or two of them back then, his achievements today would probably be higher. The problem lies in the fact that he practiced too much and too complicated, and it is inevitable that different methods of exercise of exercises would collide with each other and conflict.

All kinds of internal forces are running around in Thirteen's body. When ordinary people encounter this situation, the worst case is that they are obsessed with their martial arts. However, he still has the Qingnang Sutra of Shennong Valley, which may be called the Dead Wood Skill now.

Dead wood, dead wood, even though it is dead, it is not stiff.

With this half-true and half-false technique, although Thirteen could jump around, his strength was getting weaker and weaker. With the same move, someone else could shoot the tree stumps thick at the waist, and he... probably took some leaves down.

In order to solve this problem, he tried many methods and even destroyed his meridians. However, the stubborn disease has been deeply rooted and cannot even save the genuine Qingnang meridian.

This incident was that Ming You made some improvements after fighting. The fire phoenix that burst out from her body at that time almost burned all the meridians of Thirteen's body.

Then Xiao Ming helped him recover. Thirteen felt that the meridians seemed to have been washed again and became clean, without any impurities.

Good fortune depends on misfortune.

Good and bad luck have always been dependent on each other. There is no problem with the meridians, but the Dantian cannot raise its strength. Once it wants to use its power, it seems like there is fire burning in the abdomen, which will directly disperse the internal force that has finally condensed.

If you want to do something, you have to spend several times of your energy before to operate, and you have to hold on to the severe pain caused by burning your dantian. If you relax your spirit, your ability will be dissipated. This is one of the reasons why Thirteen did not want to help Chen Lingyu.

He didn't expect that the turning point of things would come so quickly.

It was also the high temperature of the stove that stimulated the heat in the dantian. During the ironing process, the true energy in the Thirteen body could not be moved. It was a very familiar but somewhat unfamiliar route, and it reached the real cleansing of meridians.

Looking back later, Thirteen remembered that it was the fifth chapter of Qingnang Sutra, but there was a slight change. After the first operation, another operation method naturally began.

Thirteen roughly inferred that the Qingnang Meridian should belong to wood. The true qi guided into his body by Mingyou was fire. Wood should have been able to generate fire, but the internal force guided from the outside was not large enough to not lit the wood in his dantian, which would cause two internal forces of different attributes to collide in the dantian every time they were exercising their power, so that they could not easily condense.

Now the fire was ignited, and as internal force traveled throughout the body, Thirteen felt that the 36,000 pores in his body were still completely opened, as if something was about to turn out of the pores, so that every inch of the skin was numb and itchy.

So... the servants of the Meng family saw this scene-

A strange man who kept scratching his ears and his forehead was touching himself, jumping all kinds of people on the eaves, sometimes jumping high, sometimes falling into a yard, with all kinds of frightened male and female voices.

Fortunately, Thirteen's movements were fast enough. Once he fell into the yard, he immediately increased his internal force and disappeared without a trace, so that before the disturbed person could react, he disappeared.

After running for a while, Thirteen came to a place with completely different architectural styles. There are pavilions, lofts, small bridges and flowing water. It is more vibrant than the Meng family house, which is covered with gray tones. However, the fragrance of flowers in the air blocked his tracking.

Thirteen tried hard to find the unique smell from the fragrance of flowers, but at this time his nose was no longer effective.

Ha Qiu!!

After a big sneeze, Thirteen sniffed and looked at the situation around him: "It's too conspicuous to run out in black clothes in broad daylight. That person should be in a disguise, right?"

Looking back at the killer's slightly bloated clothes, he obviously found a wider dress to put on his body. However, the killer is a woman, and even if he finds a man's clothes, he can achieve this effect.

"Hey, no... the men on the road seem to be wearing this kind of black clothes? Did I miss something? No, the smell was broken only here, can you say that person?"

Thirteen's eyes turned twice. When he recalled the scene that had passed along the way, he realized that the man in black looked familiar.

"It seems that it is the clothes worn by the servants of the Meng family, so... there should be a victim, right?"

The experienced Thirteen saw that this yard has many rockery embellishments, which are very suitable for Tibetans.

Sure enough, in the largest rockery, there was a coma and naked man lying there, with a piece of crumpled clothes on the side.

After jumping into the rockery, Thirteen picked up his clothes and took a deep breath. The faint smell had not yet dissipated. Then he slapped at the unconscious man without hesitation, and slapped three big slaps.

"Yao Shou, you are so fierce but you haven't woken up?" Thirteen shook his hand and suddenly realized, "Oh, I haven't done such a thing for too long, I almost forgot. This must be acupuncture."

Dada Dada Dada Dada, he poked more than a dozen acupoints before he got the color. Fortunately, Thirteen thought of the fact that his internal strength became stronger and stopped some of the strength. Otherwise, this person would probably have had more than a dozen blood skeletons.

The unconscious man slowly woke up. When his eyelids were slightly opened, he saw someone in front of him. Before he could open his mouth, Thirteen pressed his mouth one step at a time and pinched his neck.

"First, I am the guard that Miss Meng just hired. I am not the one who attacked you just now, don't doubt it."

"Second, if I want to kill you or do something, you don't have a chance to open your eyes."

"Third, I'm chasing someone who knocks you out now, so I have to ask you something, listen and blink, then I let go and let go, let's have a good chat."

The servant should have wanted to blink his eyes, but he was already pinched and rolled his eyes, and he struggled desperately to pat Thirteen's arm.

Thirteen let go and said, "It seems you should have listened."

The servant turned over and sat up, took a breath, allowing the fresh air to enter the lungs. However, the turbid air that had been replaced was about to exit, and Thirteen slapped him on the face again, causing the breath to be held back.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!