The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 534 Master Zhang wants to see you
Pan Yun’s wound was treated and it was almost dawn.

She lay down on the bed honestly and said to the three people, "I'm fine here, you guys go back to sleep for a while."

The three of them actually wanted to ask their junior uncle who the No. 1 marquis who had fought with her was, but they knew that now was not the time to talk, so they could only suppress their curiosity and get up and leave.

As soon as the door closed, Pan Jun moved his body with a grin, found the most comfortable position and continued to lie down.

She couldn't press on her back or her shoulders, it was so difficult for her.

Pan Xiaohei also washed and dried himself. He jumped lightly to his nest on the top of the cabinet and stared at her condescendingly.

Pan Yun could feel its gaze without even turning around, and said unhappily, "What are you looking at? Go to sleep."

Pan Xiaohei: "You are still practicing even though you are injured like this?"

Yes, although Pan Yun was lying down at this time, he was drawing Qi into his body to fill the deficit in his Dantian and meridians.

"It is the time of the day when the spiritual energy in Fengqi Court is the most concentrated. If I don't practice now, when will I practice?" The actual situation was that she was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep. Instead of sleeping, she might as well concentrate on practicing and divert her attention.

Pan Jun no longer paid attention to Pan Xiaohei. Although he was lying down, his martial arts skills were still running non-stop.

This battle exhausted all her energy. Not only was the energy in her dantian drained out, but there was also not a trace left in her meridians. Fortunately, she brought elixir with her.

The elixir is still working at this time.

As expected of a product by the senior brother, it not only replenishes energy instantly, but also has a long-lasting effect. At this time, the medicinal power is still repairing injured internal organs and meridians.

Pan Yun was not only injured during the fight, but was also seriously injured when he fell from mid-air.

Fortunately, she curled up to protect her head and face when she fell, and was hit several times by branches. Although she was hit hard and had many scars on her body, no bones were broken.

At this time, the spiritual energy enters the body and turns into energy, which repairs the bruises as it flows through the meridians...

After walking around once and again, Pan Yun did not let the transformed energy fall into his dantian, but continued to circulate through his meridians according to his mental method.

She was only a first-rank marquis. Although she was struck by Lei Duo, which made her dantian more open than other first-rank marquises, her energy was still not enough for a fight.

In this fight, even if she had 10% more energy in her body, she wouldn't be able to fall down.

She was lucky this time as the branches cushioned her fall. If a big hole had been created like Ming San and Da Niao's, she would have been crippled if not killed!

Pan Yun never pins his hopes on luck.

Compared to luck, she believes in herself more.

So she had to find a way to store more energy in her body.

In addition to practicing to expand the Dantian, the meridians can also store Yuanli.

The spiritual energy that enters the body wanders around and is constantly refined into Yuanli, which gathers together with the previous Yuanli to form a thick Yuanli ball.

Pan Yun made the Qi flow according to the mental method, and the Yuanli group stretched the meridians, opened the acupoints, connected the acupoints, and then reinforced them...

It doesn't hurt to open the orifices, but it is very painful to expand the meridians.

Fortunately, Pan Yun was injured today and was in pain for quite some time. The pain that he had found unbearable in the past, he was able to endure today and did not wake up from his meditation.

Pan Xiaohei noticed something unusual and raised his head to look at her again. He saw that her forehead was covered with sweat and her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be in great pain.

Pan Xiaohei watched quietly for a while, and felt with his body that she had widened two meridians and was still widening. He lowered his head and lay on the cat's paws, muttering to himself: What a pervert, she doesn't rest even when she is injured like this, and she is still thinking about practicing!
The spiritual energy rising from the foot of Fengqi Courtyard made the whole courtyard foggy, and Pan Yun's room was the heaviest in spiritual mist. The spiritual mist in the courtyard was still flowing towards her room...

The surging spiritual mist was attracted to the bed by Pan Yun, and then disappeared...

Pan Xiaohei bathed in the spiritual mist and immediately raised his little head to practice.

It can't be any worse than her!
In the silence, the breathing of the man and the cat slowly approached each other as they practiced, and the spiritual mist in the whole room also rose and fell regularly, as if the heaven and earth were resonating...

I don’t know how long it took, but the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone down. It was very faint, but it was like a switch, and the spiritual energy rising from below began to slow down and become less.

The spiritual mist floating in the courtyard was either led away by the people practicing in each room, or slowly rose into the air and dispersed out of the courtyard.

Pan Yun lay on his side on the bed, not knowing when he had concentrated his energy on his dantian and fell into a deep sleep.

She was awakened by the sunlight shining in.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the sunlight in the room was dazzlingly bright.

Pan Jun was stunned for a moment. It was rare to see such bright sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River in April.

She propped herself up with her arms and sat up, then looked down at the wound on her shoulder and raised her eyebrows. It had actually healed a lot.

"What time is it?"

Pan Xiaohei, who was lying on the ground basking in the sun, raised his head and replied, "It's past noon."

It was past ten o'clock, no wonder she was hungry.

Pan Jun found a Taoist robe and put it on. His stomach was rumbling like a crow.

Pan Yun touched his stomach and said, "When I woke up, my stomach woke up too."

That’s right. I had a fight last night and was injured. I didn’t have dinner or breakfast. Aren’t I hungry?

Pan Yun opened the door, and Miao He, who was meditating in the yard, immediately opened his eyes and jumped up: "Little Master, are you awake?"

Pan Yun nodded, went to the water tank in the yard to get some water to wash, and asked, "Where are Miaozhen and the others?" Miaohe surrounded her and said, "They went to Taisuyuan to buy herbs. We have run out of the two herbs needed for healing."

Pan Yun turned his arm and smiled, "I feel much better now. I don't need to take medicine anymore."

Miao He said seriously, "Uncle Junior Master, you can't be afraid to seek medical treatment."

Thinking of the taste of the bowl of medicine last night, Pan Jun nodded: "Okay, I'll eat it."

It's not very bitter, but a little sour, with a sweet aftertaste. It tastes much better than the health-preserving medicine she had taken since she was a child.

"What do you have to eat?"

Miao He chuckled: "I knew you would be hungry when you woke up, but the cafeteria's breakfast time has passed and lunch time has not yet arrived, so I made porridge for you early."

Pan Jun followed her to the small kitchen.

The academy does not allow students to cook privately, so the small kitchen in each courtyard is actually used to boil water, and is simply called the hot water room.

There are only big pots and stoves inside. If you want to boil medicine, you can only use a small stove. In addition, the school's miscellaneous affairs hall will conduct surprise inspections from time to time. If any student is found cooking privately with a cooking pot, credits will be deducted.

But Miao and they have space.

Pots, pans, and utensils are essential items in everyone's space. After all, it is really convenient to go out and cook and boil water.

Since Pan Yun prepared the space for them, Wang Cong spent a lot of money to provide them with pots, pans, and utensils. There was no other way, as he had to give each person a set, which was expensive!

At this time, a pot of porridge was warming on the stove in the small kitchen.

Miaohe quietly took out a bowl from the cabinet next to her, which contained a handful of chopped green onions.

She opened the lid and put the food in, then stirred it, and then she filled a large bowl for Pan Yun.

Pan Jun took it with a happy look on his face: "Where did the meat come from?"

Miaohe said happily: "I bought it secretly in the cafeteria."

The hand holding the spoon froze, and Pan Jun looked up: "The cafeteria? Wouldn't the clerk in charge know about it?"

Miao He: "It's just a small piece of meat. We paid for it. The Miscellaneous Affairs Hall shouldn't even care about such a small matter, right?"

Pan Yun quickly blew the porridge to cool it down and ate it: "Hide the rest in your space, and clean up all traces in the kitchen. Buying meat is not a problem, but this pot is a problem. The Miscellaneous Affairs Hall is Zhang Zifang's territory. He must have been eyeing us for a long time to find something to hold against us."

"Oh." Miaohe immediately put away her things.

Pan Yun squatted at the kitchen door and finished a bowl of porridge. Zhang Zifang did not come for a surprise inspection. Just when Miaohe was about to say that she was overthinking it, the courtyard door was pushed open and Zhang Zifang stepped in.

Pan Yun and Miao He looked up at him silently.

Zhang Zifang paused, remained silent for a while before walking forward: "Pan Yun, the master wants to see you, come with me."

This was indeed unexpected. Pan Yun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the real person from the Heavenly Master?"

Zhang Zifang said unhappily, "How many more immortals can there be appointed by the imperial court?"

Pan Yun supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up. Miao He was a little worried and lowered his voice and said, "Little Master, should we inform Master Uncle..."

Pan Yun stopped her with his eyes and whispered, "You can't ask Senior Brother for everything. You wait here for Miaozhen and Yanbai. Don't worry."

Miaohe was not worried about anything else but was afraid that Master Zhang would ask Pan Jun about what happened last night.

Who did Junior Master kill?
What about the first marquis? How many first marquises can there be in this world?
Pan Jun walked past her door, tapped it lightly with her fingers, and followed Zhang Zifang out.

Pan Xiaohei, who was sleeping happily in the room, raised his head, resigned himself to his fate, got up, stretched, and followed slowly behind. Because they were a little far away and it was just a cat, Zhang Zifang didn't notice that they were being followed by a cat.

Today is the day when all students receive bedding, clothes, books, etc. All the students who are supposed to report have arrived, so the academy is full of people, and it is full of vitality under the spring sun.

Pan Jun followed Zhang Zifang and also felt the vitality of the young man. She had a vague feeling that her body seemed to like this vitality very much. With every breath, it seemed that the spiritual energy and the light spots of merit that fell from time to time were absorbed into her body.

The merit points Pan Yun gets every day are less now, but they are there. Unlike before, they do not fall on her body like sunshine, but are like spots of light, falling little by little with the sunshine, and then being absorbed into her body.

Pan Jun knew that this was because the things had been given away, the peak had passed, and only a very few people still thought about her every day.

But that's not a good thing.

This is because their lives have most likely not been satisfactory, so they appreciate the little help they receive.

If this is the case, Pan Yun would rather not have this merit point, hoping that they can find a way to have enough food and clothing as soon as possible, and stop thinking about the small favor she has given them.

While thinking, Zhang Zifang stopped and said sideways: "We are here."

Pan Yun looked up and realized that they had arrived at the Dou Mu Temple.

The Doumu Temple, which is usually quite bustling, is now deserted and looks solemn.

Pan Jun turned to look at Zhang Zifang: "You're not coming in?"

Zhang Zifang had a lot of complaints to say, but in front of the Dou Mu Temple, he knew that the real person could sense them, so he tried to force a smile and said, "The real person only called you."

Pan Yun stepped in.

(End of this chapter)