After finishing the meal, chatting and drinking two pots of tea, they just got up and went back to their houses.
Chang Siguo went back to his room and intensified his practice in order to recover some of the lost breath and spirit. He would go to see the eccentric old coach tomorrow and try to make a good impression.
Wu Mo helped Qing Ya finish decorating the kitchen and cleaned her hands. She did not learn embroidery with Qing Ya in the east wing tonight.
She went back to her room early, closed the doors and windows, lit candles, took out a roll of yellow cloth from the brocade bag at her waist, opened the yellow cloth, and inside there were three pieces of mud-yellow paper two fingers wide and three inches long, with ghostly writings on them. Complex symbols implicated in inked lines.
The little girl took out one piece of paper and carefully put away the other yellow papers. With a grimace on her face, she tried several times before biting the skin on her right fingertip.
There was a bit of bright red on the thread, and she quickly pressed her index finger on the top of the mud-yellow paper.
Blood seeped into the yellow paper, and the runes on the paper shimmered faintly.
The little girl quickly whispered to the note
"Master, someone bullied your apprentice and poisoned your apprentice with a trace of green. He almost poisoned your only precious apprentice. I heard that it was Can Ye's Qi Practitioner Killer. Master, didn't you say that Qi Practitioners should not cause harm to Shanxia? Siguo, why did he escape? He brought several killers with him today and had a fight with Brother Hei in the streets of Sihuang City. He is a very, very bad villain. Master, you will definitely help your apprentice to vent his anger."
Before he could finish speaking, the note suddenly turned into a faint stream of light, like an invisible object, penetrating through the roof above and disappearing toward the southwest in the dark night.
Wu Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at the empty palms, stamping his feet dissatisfied and muttering, "I haven't finished talking yet, this is a broken transmission talisman, it's running too fast."
In the side hall of Guanwu Hall, candles are brightly lit.
Mo Ce and Fang Jin were facing the map hanging on the wall, discussing matters in a low voice. They suddenly raised their heads at the same time and looked up at the sky. There was an unrestrained talisman light flashing through the night sky.
After silently exploring for a moment, Fang Jin and Mo Ce roughly determined the direction where the rune light came from, and looked at each other with a smile.
This is the residence where Chang Siguo lives
As expected, that boy had close connections with the people on the mountain.
At a quarter of the afternoon of the second day, Fang Jin personally delivered the order for the Beast Prison, and also brought a tattered ancient book with an old yellow cover, and took Chang Si to the Martial Arts Hall in the south of the city.
Chang Siguo brought a jar of good wine and felt uncomfortable asking people for advice with his empty hands.
The Martial Arts Hall is right next to the school grounds in the city. Chang Si has been here many times, discussing test shooting and archery skills with Lao Yi.
I never thought that the disabled old man wiping the equipment and sweeping in the Yanwu Hall was really like a sweeping monk.
It's true that the old man ignored people.
"Lao Fan."
The general said hello, and said directly to the gray-haired old man who stood up and was unusually tall, "This is Chang Siguo. He awakened his true energy by practicing Fuhu Jin. Look at how he is doing."
When the gray-haired old man faced the general, he didn't even have a flattering smile on his face and just nodded.
The old instructor looked at the tall and burly black-faced man, looked up and down, as if he was looking at where the swords and guns on the shelf had not been wiped clean, his eyes were critical, and after a while he said, "Let me see if you can use Fu Hu Jin."
Chang Siguo saw the old man's inhumane behavior and did not dare to hand over the wine jar. Instead, he put the wine jar on the ground, took off the scabbard from his waist and put it down. After raising his hands, he punched and kicked, slowly showing off his Understanding Fuhu Jin.
He didn't dare to use the insights taught by the old Taoist, it would be too shocking.
After finishing a set of Qianqian boxing techniques calmly, the old man's eyes lit up, he stretched out his intact and strong left hand and said, "Let's punch each other."
Chang Siguo looked at the general beside him. The old man's right hand was disabled and his sleeves were empty. He couldn't see through the old man's cultivation. He was a little unsure of how hard he should use to punch him. He would suffer less than himself and be looked down upon.
"Use all your strength and don't be polite to Lao Fan."
Fang Jin had seen Chang Siguo boxing before. This time, Fu Hujin's fighting skills were even more impressive than four months ago.
He knew that just by this, he had already tickled Lao Fan.
Chang Siguo was not polite. He took a breath, his robe was windless, he twisted his waist and half-twisted his body, and punched him hard with his right hand.
"Bang", the old man caught it with his left fist and didn't move at all.
Chang Siguo took three steps back, and the green bricks on the ground cracked into pieces before he could stabilize his body.
The tall old man looked at the dark-faced man who was not blushing and out of breath, nodded and said, "Okay."
Fang Jin smiled and patted the little guy on the shoulder, giving him a look that said, "You guys are enjoying yourself." He said a few words to the old man, and left without worrying at all that Chang Siguo would be in this empty hall with few people. Will he be plotted by a killer?
Chang Siguo didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so he quickly picked up the scabbard and the wine jar, and followed the old man to the right side hall.
Pushing open the heavy door of the side hall, the smell of sweat mixed with the heat hits your nostrils.
It was dimly lit inside, and dozens of strong soldiers in thin military uniforms were practicing boxing. They looked serious, squatting on horseback, punching in front of their bodies alternately with their left and right hands, roaring, and sweating all over their bodies.
In the side hall, there was a middle-aged man with a slight limp in his left foot. He was walking around with a thin bamboo pole as a pointer. From time to time, he would swing the bamboo pole and hit the hands, backs, chests, legs and other parts of the soldiers who were slightly out of shape. He even uttered obscene words for a while. There is no idle time.
"You haven't eaten? You screamed as weak as the little ladies. I can't hear you."
"I call you kid to raise your butt. If your butt looks better than a girl's or if it's straighter, I'll straighten your body, punch hard and raise your butt. Next time, take off your pants and go to the front to show the big guy, you won't die if you're ugly. "
"Strength comes from the roots, yin is loose and yang is tight, strength needs to be open, and strength needs to be through. What the hell are you doing, I keep saying it every day, is it because you are deaf, or have you turned your back on what I taught you and gave it back to your mistress? What’s wrong with the face of a mother-in-law?”
Seeing the old man come in, the lame man didn't stop, cracking the bamboo pole, and grinned at Chang Siguo who was following behind the old man, as a greeting.
Chang Siguo smiled back, sweating profusely in his heart. When he was trying to figure out his true energy and body skills alone, his posture was ugly, and his buttocks were not much better than a big horse monkey. Later, Song Mu helped him correct it.
He scanned around and found that none of these trained soldiers had yet awakened their true energy, and they should be the reserve seedlings of the body-training warriors in the army.
Following the old man to the aisle behind the side hall, there was a strong smell of medicine.
Pushing open a spacious room, the old man pointed, "This practice room is for you to use. You can go back and recuperate for two days to recover your body and nourish your qi and blood. Come here at 4:4 on the morning of the 13th. Training. Here is a prescription. You go to the service building to find Lao Yu. Lao Yu knows how to get it. First, prepare ten copies and ask them to send them to the A3 training room in the back hall of the Yanwu Palace."
Chang Siguo put down the wine jar, took the prescription, glanced from the upper left to the lower right, and settled on the last line, "Two qian of bone erosion liquid is the medicine guide." He paused for a moment, put away the prescription note, and asked "Mr. Fan, besides medicine, do you need to prepare other things?" For example, detoxification medicine or something.
Bone erosion liquid is an out-and-out poison. He was deeply impressed by this thing when he plotted against the barbarian tiger at the top of Qian Cui Peak.
I wonder if he will be alive and kicking after eating two dollars of bone erosion liquid.
It would probably be uncomfortable if used for bathing.
The old man suddenly smiled strangely, "If you're afraid, you don't have to come again."
Chang Siguo bowed his hands and walked out without saying another word.
The body he inherited was so strong that there was no fear in his bones, it was just out of caution.
Now Can Ye is causing trouble for him. He doesn't want to make himself weak or even lose his fighting power. If there is an emergency, it won't be good if he doesn't have the strength to deal with it.
Passing through the side hall that was stinking with sweat again, the lame man waved his bamboo pole and let go of the sweaty soldiers.
The soldiers felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and they all screamed and refused to move.
"I have said it many times, take advantage of your rest time to practice Qigong while your Qi and blood are surging, you will recover quickly, and you may just be lucky enough to find the true energy hidden in your body, and it will be there for the rest of your life. Why don’t you listen?”
The lame instructor waved the bamboo pole and cursed, urging the soldiers to perform their duties. When Chang Siguo approached, he threw the instructor to the corner and asked with a smile, "Brother, what's your name?"
"I don't dare. My surname is Chang. I've thought about my name. I haven't asked you how to call me yet."
"I often think about it."
The lame coach was in awe, and cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, brother Chang is so famous. No wonder Old Man Fan accepted you. My surname is Fu, and my nickname is Jin. If you have time, let's have a drink together."
These are all polite ways to bring men closer to each other.
Chang Siguo returned the gift and said, "You're welcome, Coach Fu. Let's go to Beiyun Tower for a drink sometime. I'll invite you."
"Brother Chang is so happy, it's settled like this."
The two chatted for a few words, and Chang Siguo said goodbye and left. After walking out of the gate of the Martial Arts Hall, two cultivators outside came forward and showed their tokens, saying that General Fang sent them to escort Mr. Chang while walking in the city.
Chang Siguo recognized the two men as the two guardsmen on duty outside General Fang's palace.
Without being polite, I took the two of them to the injury examination room first.
I found Pharmacist Zhuang and asked him to review the prescription. He confirmed that the prescription given by Mr. Fan was a relatively strong body-tempering medicated bath. The medicine was heavy, but it would not cause major problems.
Pharmacist Zhuang suggested that he could stop taking the medicine at any time when he felt his body couldn't bear it.
Chang Siguo felt relieved and went to the third floor of the service building to find Mr. Yu, whom he had dealt with several times.
Show the prescription, explain the requirements clearly, pay a sapphire coin at the price of ten white jade coins for each medicinal material, order ten copies, chat with Mr. Yu for a few words, leave the service building and return to his residence, sending two cultivators away. go back.
The last time he asked the service building to purchase medicines from Beifeng Fucheng Logistics Department, he only purchased four copies of Flame Flame Tempering Body Fluid and three Jibu Pills. A certain alchemist from Fucheng's branch did not want to bother refining, and the logistics The department store has no inventory.
Chang thought too much and worried that he had used medicine to temper his legs and part of his body. Could the rest be left?
Therefore, he has not used the Flame Flame Tempering Liquid. Since Coach Fan is highly respected by the General, he will try the effect of that violent prescription first.
He kept the Flame Flame Tempering Body Liquid on hand for the time being in case of emergency. ,,
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