Alchemy?
It seems that what is recorded on those two yellow papers is inferior alchemy!
Bai Qi was greatly relieved when he heard this. He had previously been worried that the root cause of his brother Bai Ming's illness might be related to the "contamination with turbid air" mentioned by Uncle Dao.
After all, the doctor who had seen it several times said that it was "female wind" or "possessed by evil spirits".
Lao Dao only regarded Bai Qi as a young man and was interested in the fairy family in the storybook, so he cheerfully mentioned:
"Xiao Qiye, please be more attentive. Martial arts are no worse than Taoist arts. Immortal masters in Fucheng can call the wind and rain, but our four-trainer-in-one master can also step on the river and stop the flow. He is no less inferior."
Bai Qi suppressed his distracting thoughts, and as he swallowed a large bowl of demon elixir juice, the surging and somewhat violent power of the medicine finally began to take effect.
Every inch of muscle and every strand of skin seemed to be coated with chili oil and became extremely hot, making people want to tear and scratch.
"I take back what I just said, this is a hundred times more exciting than the medicinal bath at Tongwen Hall!"
Bai Qi could no longer maintain a steady breathing. Taking advantage of the moment when his energy was high and he had nowhere to vent, he rushed out of the kitchen and began to exercise the Arhat Hands. He repeated the eighteen postures in a cycle, becoming more and more proficient, and almost integrated into his bones.
The billowing Qi and blood were boiling, coating the muscles and muscles as if they were being cooked.
The indescribable heat caused the skin to turn red and all the veins to burst out. At first glance, it looked quite terrifying, like a ferocious Yaksha.
"It's really a great tonic. When I was young, I could drink a bowl like this and fight ten women in a brothel night after night. It would be no problem to kill the whole world."
Lao Dao carried the small mazza and leaned against the kitchen door to crack peanuts, making a crunching sound:
"Xiao Qiye, don't hold your fists too tightly, and your shoulders and arms should be loose. The waist and hips are the foundation of the human body. Only when you can turn them smoothly and twist them vividly can you practice the heat.
In the martial arts school, they teach hard exercises such as rowing and hard exercises, clumsy horizontal exercises, punching sandbags, and lifting stone locks, all for the purpose of strengthening the muscles.
After practicing Zhanzhuang for three years, the goal is to stretch the muscles so that the punches can be stretched and contracted freely, and a shocking explosion of twisting and drumming can be produced. "
Bai Qi'er listened to the instructions and gained a lot of insights. His arms and waist were like old parts that had been washed away from rust and re-oiled, becoming more loose and strong.
The progress of the craftsmanship reflected in the ink pot is like rain falling on a dry pond, with the water level constantly rising.
After finishing a set of Arhat hand training exercises, a set of golden elixirs and powerful exercises such as riding a tiger in the sand on the sea followed.
Half an hour, an hour...
It wasn't until the sky dimmed slightly and the golden sun's afterglow faded that Bai Qi stopped and took back his posture.
The whole body is dripping with sweat, and the energy and blood evaporate back and forth to form particles that look like condensed salt. You can tear off the dark yellow dead skin by rubbing it with your hands.
"how?"
There were peanut shells lying on the ground under Lao Dao's feet. He seemed to enjoy them without feeling bored at all.
"It's great! It feels like I've been reborn! It's never felt so good!"
Bai Qi changed his expression three times in a row, which showed his joy.
With a smile on his face, he realized that the blood in his body was inexplicably heavier, even a little dignified, and no longer as light as before.
Of course, this is not about breaking through muscle training and starting bone training, but using the tonic soup brewed from the demon pill to stabilize the vacuous Qi and blood and increase one's own strength.
"Qi and blood flow, and the medicine penetrates the fascia. It is indeed much smoother than the cumbersome method of hitting with a hard object."
Seeing that the young master's new apprentice has become a talented person, Lao Dao is quite satisfied:
"The hot water is boiling, Xiao Qi, please wash up quickly."
Bai Qi looked at the dead skin removed from his body, which seemed to be more delicate than before. The calluses on his palms peeled off layer by layer, revealing a lively and healthy rosy color.
"It's really good. The demon elixir is really good tonic!"
Although he didn't intend to be a pretty boy, there was no harm in his body completing a complete transformation.
Just like a strong tree sprouting branches, it can be full of vitality.
He carried two large buckets of hot water back into the house and poured them all in.
After hurriedly taking off his wrinkled clothes, Bai Qi hurriedly sat in and scrubbed his body with loofah pulp.
The rich people only use fragrant rice noodles, but I don't have the conditions, so I have to make do with it.
Large pieces of dead skin were rubbed off and floated on the water. When he got himself clean, he put on a brand new middle coat and appeared in front of the bronze mirror.
The young man with disheveled hair inside is no longer as dark and lean as before. He has a slightly delicate complexion. His broad shoulders, broad back and long legs are more eye-catching. He has a neat temperament that stands out even when he is in a crowd.
"You've made great progress, Bai Qilang! You will be more promising in the future, go to farther places and see more magnificent scenery!"
Bai Qi looked at himself in the mirror and whispered to himself, as if to strengthen his ambition.
The eight-hundred-mile Blackwater River will eventually reach its end.
By then, what should I look like?
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Collecting books is not an easy task.
Especially in Heihe County, if there is a study room at home, it is considered a truly wealthy household.
If several generations of people have the talent to read, and gradually fill up one or two hundred tomes, there will be no problem even if the word "book fragrance" is hung in the doorway.
So when Bai Qi saw the "Dezhen Building" with bookshelves on both upper and lower floors, he couldn't help but sigh again at the rich heritage of Tongwen Hall.
This one alone is better than all the martial arts halls in the inner city.
"Here is the key. Mr. Qi, you can get one. If you want to relieve your boredom someday, just come by yourself."
As the only current disciple of Tongwen Hall, Bai Qi's salary is not low. In addition to free food, drink and sleep, and free training fees, all areas in the front and back yards are open to him.
There are no "forbidden areas" that are essentially inaccessible.
"Thank you, Uncle Sword. Are there any rules in the library? I'm afraid I might break them unintentionally and anger the master."
Bai Qi is cautious. Entering Tongwen Hall is his biggest opportunity at present, and he must seize it.
"Haha, as long as Mr. Qi doesn't set fire to this place, it will be fine. In addition, the second floor contains many martial arts martial arts.
It's best not to touch it before you explain it. This is not to prevent others from stealing lessons, but because the young master's five-part grappling technique encompasses all kinds of tricks, and he can perform almost all kinds of fists and kicks.
Since he intends to teach you Arhat Hand and Dragon Walking Palm, there is no need to look at other things, so as not to delay the entry. "
Lao Dao put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll take a look on the first floor."
Bai Qi is used to being good and nodding his head repeatedly. He is not here for martial arts in the first place. The most important thing is to increase his knowledge.
In the past, due to my humble background, I was unable to explore the vast world outside Heihe County. I could only develop extremely superficial longings and conjectures through the essays and stories in the "Notes of Youwei Thatched Cottage".
Now I finally have an opportunity to get to know you, and I definitely can’t miss it.
Bai Qi opened the door, holding a lantern in his hand, and stepped across the threshold into Dezhen Building.
What hits you is the aroma of books, not a description, but a real feeling.
Because books are valuable and cherished, in order to prevent beetles from biting and damaging the paper, wealthy families would place a plant called "rutabaga" in their homes.
It itself has no aroma at all, but once it is dried, the light fragrance will become stronger and stronger and can last for decades.
My younger brother Bai Ming was squatting in a corner of the school to listen to the lectures. When he came back, he told Bai Qi an interesting story. A scholarly family in Yihai County was proud of the fact that their library had the reputation of being a "worm-free book".
"Master Ning's Dezhen Building is probably about the same."
Bai Qi placed the lantern at the door, took out the fire sticks and lit the candlesticks. The bright light filled the room instantly, broadening his vision.
Five or six rows of large bookshelves come into view. Volumes of thread-bound books are divided into categories and properly organized, which is quite beautiful.
He wandered around for half a quarter of an hour, and finally picked out a book called "Tongxing Sanji", which seemed to be an unofficial history, and began to immerse himself in reading it.
"This place is called 'Chixian Shenzhou', and it was once a paradise for immortals and beautiful people. All kinds of Taoism and Dharma lineages emerged one after another and became popular all over the world. You can see the traces of immortals and saints...
Three thousand years ago, a fallen immortal came from the sky and rained blood for ten days, causing ghosts to cry and gods to howl.
After that, the Taoists mourned, the ideas were out of order, the heretics were trying to extract souls and souls, and the evil sects were extremely rampant. It can be said that etiquette collapsed and music was ruined, people competed to eat each other, and the misery was unspeakable..."
Bai Qi read the text, as if he had a glimpse of the dark age where bones were piled up.
He had heard people mention the word "Tao Sang" more than once to refer to Longting, but he didn't understand the inner meaning.
Now, from a few words, I know that in order to continue themselves or pass on the inheritance, those cultivators do not hesitate to swallow flesh and blood, chew up souls, and even search for blood essence and kill their own kind.
Just now we have a little taste of the horror of "Taoist mourning".
"The Dragon Court governs the world, suppresses the five directions, reorganizes the world, saves people from water and fire, and resolves the fate of all people... This paragraph is written very vaguely, it is all praise and praise, and it is meaningless."
Bai Qi flipped through the pages again and again, then suddenly his eyes narrowed and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"No wonder Longting is so decentralized. For example, there is no government office in Heihe County, and the gangs can do everything to collect taxes and levies;
No wonder Uncle Dao said that cultivators who have not been canonized and not listed will be reduced to a side sect and it is difficult to achieve success;
No wonder if you want to practice Taoism, you can only go to Dafu City. There is no way out in small places... So that's it! "
His fingers passed over the line of words, as if he felt the vast majesty of the Dragon Court billions of miles away.
"After the Taoist funeral, Longting ruled the world, controlled all directions for his own use, and maintained the long-term livelihood of all people."
