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　　 After a while, Qin Sang came over slowly, panting heavily, opened his eyes, his eyes were full of horror.

The pain of 　　 meridians gradually disappeared, but thinking of the shocking scene just now, I still have lingering fears.

　　 At this time, Qin Sang suddenly heard the sound of birds chirping outside, and turned his head to see that the sky was faintly bright outside, and it was already dawn.

　　 Qin Sang couldn't help being surprised secretly, his mind was all on cultivation, he only worked for a few weeks, and felt that it took only one hour at most, and one night passed.

　　 Someone was walking outside, talking in a low voice, Qin Sang did not dare to continue, lying in his clothes, fell asleep.

　　 After several days of trying, Qin Sang gradually figured out the laws of the "Netherworld Classic". Now he can only urge the Qi to run in his body for nine weeks at most, and any more words will be severely interrupted.

　　 is forced to run, the meridians are like being torn apart, and the pain enters the bone marrow.

　　 In this way, Qin Sang can only look forward to breaking through the second level of the practice. Unexpectedly, one month later, the breath has only grown a little, and I don't know how long it will take to break through.

　　 What made Qin Sang even more frustrated was that the Qi didn't seem to improve his martial arts.

　　 However, in the past month, Qin Sang found that his body had changed. This change was subtle, and he didn't realize it at first.

　　 Two days ago, the mechanism he made caught a wild bird. He wanted to grill it on fire, but unexpectedly let it break free when he unhooked the rope.

　　 The bird soared into the sky, Qin Sang subconsciously touched a stone and smashed it over, impartially, and hit it all at once.

　　 Qin Sang was taken aback by his accurate head and stayed there.

He can see the trajectory of the bird clearly. In his eyes, it seems that the speed of the bird has slowed down, and he can instantly determine which direction it will fly in the next moment. This is absolutely not in the past. Possible.

　　 Because of this incident, Qin Sang couldn't help but think of various details about himself.

　　 Digestion is getting better and better, so I won’t mention the increase in appetite.

　　 More than his eyes, his ears are also much smarter than before, and he can hear very small movements in the distance.

Martial arts training also needs to exercise. He and Mingyue use stone hammers, wooden stakes and other exercises. No matter how careful they are, they will inevitably be injured. Such fragile parts as joints and lumbar spine are difficult to heal once they are injured. They will pop out from time to time to remind you. .

　　 During this period of time, Qin Sang's old wounds seemed to disappear and disappeared, and it has been a long time since he came out to bother him.

　　 There are also some very complicated moves in "Fuhu Changquan". He can do it easily now. The flexibility of his body is slowly getting better, and his boxing skills have improved greatly.

　　Thinking about it, Qin Sang realized that "Netherworld Classic" had brought him so many benefits.

　　 This kind of improvement will continue, and his physical fitness will be far beyond ordinary people.

　　 "With this kind of magical effect, even if the training speed of the "Netherworld" is slow, I have to keep going."

　　 Qin Sang held the donkey, humming a ballad and thought to himself.

The donkey carried a bag of coarse grains. Since the Taoist temple has taken in a few disaster victims, the old Taoists have been helping them from time to time. The food in the Taoist temple has been eaten very quickly, and the price of food outside has been growing wildly. Qin Sang feels that he has dozens of taels of silver in his hand sooner or later. Also have to contribute.

　　 drove the donkey into the Taoist temple, Qin Sang said lightly, "Mingyue, what are you doing with a broken tank?"

　　 "Brother, come and help me!"

　　 Mingyue seemed to have seen a savior and shouted out of breath, "Master asked me to move the tank from the wood room to the Qingyang Palace, saying that it would be useful at night."

　　Since it was the commander of Taoist Ji, Qin Sang quickly tied the donkey to Mingyue's helper.

　　 This clay jar is so big that people can sit in it. Although Mingyue follows Qin Sang to practice martial arts and eat meat, his body is stronger than before, and it is very difficult to move.

　　 I heard that when Qingyang Guan was flourishing, this tank was used to hold sesame oil. Now Qingyang Guan is a ruined Taoist temple. There are not so many oil tanks. It has been kept in the woodshed, piled full of pine needles that ignited the fire.

The pine needles in 　　 were all cleaned out by Mingyue and scrubbed clean. I don't know what the old Taoist priests used for it.

　　Qin Sang asked Mingyue. Mingyue was also confused. He only said that Master had gone up the mountain to collect medicine, and he had ordered this before leaving.

　　 The two took a lot of effort to move the big tank into the Qingyang Palace, and according to the instructions of the Taoist Master Ji, they made a base with two stones and moved the tank up.

　　 Qin Sang thought to himself, should the old Taoist use this jar to boil herbs?

　　This big tank, thanks to him using a bamboo pipe to draw the water down, otherwise the water will be exhausted to the moon.

　　 Waiting until the evening, Daoist Ji Xin returned to gather the medicine. The medicine was only half of the basket full, so that Mingyue closed the front and rear doors of the Qingyang Palace and got busy.

　　 Qin Sang squatted on the side to sort out the herbs, and found that most of the herbs were the first time he had seen them, and they were all valuable and rare herbs.

Jixindao Chang cures the most minor illnesses such as bruises, wind, cold, dampness and heat. The herbs used are a dozen of fixed herbs. Qin Sang has followed the old Taoist priest several times to go up the mountain, and they all picked those medicines, but this time he was old. Taoist priests are all new medicines.

After sorting the herbs, UU reading www.uukanshu.com sat down behind the long case and wrote a prescription for Mingyue to grasp the medicine. Qin Sang leaned over and looked at it. It was a new prescription. The use of medicine was very complicated. The superficial medical theory is completely incomprehensible.

　　 "Dao Master, what do you use this prescription for?"

Seeing Qin Sang's face full of confusion, Daoist Ji Xin explained: "Although the poor Dao is not good at martial arts, but you also know the truth about the poor culture and the rich martial arts, you and Mingyue practice martial arts all day, which consumes a lot of money, and no matter how much game you eat, it is hard to lose it. It is inevitable that disasters will be left behind. This recipe is an ancient recipe obtained by a poor master when he was an imperial doctor. It has the effect of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the origin, and it is suitable for martial arts practitioners. However, this recipe is used to make medicine. Bath, do not take orally. You should take the medicine according to the prescription, fill the big tank with water, boil the 70% medicinal soup, wait for the water temperature to drop, and soak for half an hour, once a day in the morning and at night, repeatedly add water for seven days, and then Replace with new medicine."

　　 Hearing that there is still such a good thing, Qin Sang would naturally not refuse, and he kept the prescription in his heart, and couldn't help but sighed, "Dao Master, how many good things are still hidden in your hands?"

　　 Ji Jixin Taoist closed his eyes and rested.

　　 Qin Sang and Mingyue are busy, quickly dispense the medicine and fill it with water, boil the medicine according to the old instructions, and when the water temperature drops slightly, they can't wait to jump in.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 Taking a hot bath for the first time in this life, and burying the neck down in the hot medicinal soup, Qin Sang only felt his body comfortable, and suddenly disappeared from fatigue. He couldn't help but let out a groan.

　　 Mingyue is not as heat-resistant as Qin Sang, tentatively going in, but seeing Qin Sang's face full of comfort, he jumped in too.

　　 Mingyue is young and not tall, and it doesn't feel crowded together.

　　 The temperature in early spring is still cold, so soaking in the hot medicinal soup is simply enjoyable. Qin Sang's head is pressed against the edge of the tank, and he wants to fall asleep.