"This is coarse salt. Your hands are not strong enough, even with copper skin and iron bones." Uncle Master said, grabbing a handful and holding it in his hand.
The coarse salt crackled in the uncle's hands. Just by listening to the sound, he knew that this stuff must be very hard and had sharp corners, which would definitely scratch his hands.
"Why doesn't he practice?" Heizi is not a fool. He can naturally find the problems I can find. As he said this, he took two steps back and pointed at me.
"He has ghost hands, there is no need to practice this." Uncle Master smiled and shook his head.
"Old man, you're bullying an honest man just because I call you old man, right? Don't tell me to fight this?" Heizi asked, pointing to the coarse salt in the bucket with an unhappy look on his face.
"Call here." Uncle Master smiled and took two steps back.
"Just hit me, Xiaotian. The old man asked me to hit him this time. You can bear witness to me." Heizi pretended to look at me and suddenly punched his uncle as he spoke.
Uncle Master smiled slightly, seemingly approving of Heizi's sneak attack method.
Before I could figure out what the two men were singing, I saw Uncle Shi not dodging, but he punched Heizi's fist, but it was obvious that Uncle Shi didn't use any force at all.
"Ouch...Ouch..." Kuroko's fist seemed to hit an iron plate, and he jumped up and down holding his hands in pain.
"If you want to become a weapon, how can you not polish it well?" Uncle Master's voice was calm and he looked at Heizi.
"Have you practiced this before?" Heizi endured the pain and looked at his uncle.
"Yes, and I hadn't developed the copper skin and iron bones at that time." Uncle Master said this, and Heizi turned pale.
"What about my hands?" Heizi walked to the iron bucket with a grimace, gritted his teeth and punched the coarse salt inside.
I saw something wrong with Heizi's face, and the movements of his hands stopped. When Heizi raised his hands, I saw that his hands were all bloody.
"Is this practiced by humans?" Heizi looked at his uncle with a sad face.
"Wipe this, I'll give you three days." Uncle Shi didn't smile this time, he just threw a bottle to Heizi, turned around and left.
"Let me help you." I felt distressed and stepped forward to take the bottle that Heizi was holding in his arms and open it.
"Uh..." As soon as I opened the bottle, a stench came out. It was completely different from the fragrance I imagined, and I smelled it subconsciously, which almost made me vomit.
"Old guy, I won't tell you how to use it..." Heizi turned to look at the direction his uncle left, but his eyes were full of gratitude.
"Hey, please be gentle..." I endured the stench and started to apply the black ointment on Heizi's hands.
"If you can, apply it yourself." I frowned and looked at Heizi.
"Holy shit, what is this? It won't hurt if you put it on." Heizi didn't argue with me, but looked at me in surprise.
"I don't know, but it smells very bad, I guess it's feces..." I smeared my hands on Heizi and turned my head away from the smoke.
"Why are you getting more and more disgusting? You should keep an eye on where to apply it..." Heizi complained loudly.
I didn't want to speak at all, because this thing really smelled so bad. I resisted the stench and turned around, but I was instantly surprised.
Because the numerous wounds on Heizi's hands had completely healed, Heizi naturally noticed it and was speechless with his mouth wide open.
"Uncle Master is so kind to you..." I couldn't help blurting out.
"Did you say he had this when he was practicing?" Heizi grimaced. Naturally, he was asking about this ointment.
"Definitely not, so you have to use some snacks." I said and wiped my hands on Heizi.
"Your uncle..." Heizi blushed instantly.
"Practice quickly, don't waste such good medicine, don't stop until you can see the bones." I said, pointing to the coarse salt in the iron bucket.
That being said, I can't bear for him to actually practice to that point, just to motivate him.
"You...I..." Heizi gritted his teeth, unable to speak after all.
Although he usually acts casually, at critical moments he is a completely different person.
Heizi obviously did not use copper-clad iron bones, because the coarse salt in the iron bucket was dyed in a short time and began to slowly turn red.
Heizi's face became increasingly ugly, but this time he obviously persisted longer than the last time.
When Heizi stopped feeling pain, his hands became bloody and bloody again.
"Does it hurt?" Looking at his hand, I felt a little uncomfortable.
"This little injury is nothing..." Heizi changed completely, smiled and stretched out his hand.
I don't know how many times I have applied medicine to him, but he can hold on for a long time now. The three women also opened the door and walked in at this moment.
"Which one of you pooped?" Zhou Jiaonan was the first to cover his mouth and nose.
Peony and Begonia also looked at us with disgust, and the three girls also looked at Dahei.
"Woof woof..." Dahei was naturally unhappy and immediately protested.
"Why are you talking so hard so early in the morning? This practice is the smell of this ointment." I explained helplessly to the three girls.
"Ointment?" Haitang suddenly became excited and ran towards me quickly.
"You don't mind the smell?" I saw Haitang holding the medicine bottle in front of her nose and smelling it, and I couldn't help feeling nauseous.
"Where did it come from?" Haitang didn't care about this at all, her eyes were shining.
"Uncle Master trains Heizi." I looked at Haitang with some confusion.
"Dislike it? Did you know that there are at least hundreds of medicinal materials added to it..." Haitang held the bottle tightly in her hand as if she had found a treasure.
"Don't say he is Black Jade Intermittent Cream..." Heizi glanced at Haitang with a smile.
"I don't know the name, and it doesn't have a name, but it has always been a Taoist holy medicine for healing. You can't buy it no matter how much you spend, because..." Haitang bit her lip as she spoke.
"Why?" Everyone's curiosity was piqued by Haitang.
"Because this requires the use of spiritual power to refine, and the higher the spiritual power, the better the refining effect." Haitang said, looking at the bottle like a treasure.
"You are so lucky. With such a good thing, your uncle will use it to practice kung fu for you." Mudan looked at Heizi with a smile.
"Xiaotian, didn't we waste a lot before?" As a senior money addict, the things in front of him are more important than his life.
"As long as the injury is not fatal, with Uncle Master's spiritual power, applying this ointment will cure the problem." Haitang shook his head helplessly.
"It seems you are right..." Heizi looked at me.
His words were naturally in response to what I said before that I can't stop until I see my bones.
"What is this?" Zhou Jiaonan curiously grabbed a handful of coarse salt from the bucket where Heizi practiced.
"Coarse salt." I quickly seized the opportunity to talk to the three women more.
"Salt is red? Who are you kidding?" Zhou Jiaonan gave me a look.
"That's Heizi's blood." I said with some distress.
"Ah?" Zhou Jiaonan froze in shock.
"No wonder Uncle Master is so willing. It's really hard to practice this technique..." Haitang also looked at Heizi with distress.
