Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the house, a fragrant aroma of herbs hit his face.
The house was full of mist. The woodcutter was simmering a pot of medicinal soup. He was standing under the oil lamp and stirring the soup spoon.
The woodcutter heard the door ringing and saw Fu Yunge coming back through the white mist, so he asked him to sit down and rest first.
Fu Yunge didn't know what scientific research the woodcutter was doing, so he sat by the bed full of suspicion. However, after a rest, the blood in his legs quickly returned, and the pain under his feet became even more unbearable, as if thousands of ants were biting him, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
But soon, the sound of scooping water came from the mist.
The woodcutter poured out a few spoonfuls of the boiled medicinal soup and poured it into a wooden basin filled with hot water. He then walked towards Fu Yunge carrying the wooden basin.
When Fu Yunge saw the woodcutter coming over with such a big pot of medicine, he thought he was going to drink it himself, and quickly waved his hand before he came over.
If he drank such a pot, he didn't have to think about what a miserable scene it would be. Although he believed in the ability of the old man, he was still more cautious about such a life-threatening experiment.
But the old woodcutter still came over with the pot of medicine. Fu Yunge took one look and felt the conflict between his throat and stomach, and tried to do the next best thing: "Old Qiao, this... why don't we share it and drink it..."
The old woodcutter bent down and put the wooden basin on the ground, raised his head and said, "If you want to drink from it, I won't stop you. But this is for soaking your feet. You can drink it after soaking."
"Ah..." Fu Yunge felt extremely embarrassed when the old man said this. It turned out to be for foot soaking, but he thought too much.
Qiao Lao's medicine was very effective. The wounds healed quickly after soaking, and the spiritual energy of the medicinal herbs was refined, which was helpful for practice. Fu Yunge couldn't help but admire the old man more and more, and was deeply grateful to the old man for helping him.
For the next few days, Fu Yunge devoted himself wholeheartedly to learning the art of divine movement.
Practicing Qi, applying it, and performing it, no matter whether Poinsettia came or not, he forced himself to practice continuously. Even while eating, he was carefully studying the contents of "Jinghong Liuxun".
Seeing how hard he worked and persevered, the old man couldn't help but admire him secretly.
time flies. More than ten days later, when the poinsettia arrived again, Fu Yunge's magic technique had already begun to mature.
The farmers in the mountains have also changed out of their spring clothes, and the greenery in the mountains has become even richer. From mid-spring to late spring, spring scenery is beautiful everywhere in the mountains and fields. The stamens are in full bloom, and the ravines are filled with blooming flowers.
Poinsettia brought Fu Yunge a set of thinner spring shirts this time, and there was also good news.
He finally found out the whereabouts of Dongfang Shiming. It was said that someone had seen a similar-looking boy in Jiangliang City. Fu Yunge was very happy. As long as his best friend was still alive, he would definitely be able to find him.
When the old man saw the clothes, he roughly guessed that Fu Yunge might be leaving soon. He had already concluded the separation between life and death. Although it was not considered sad, he still had some regrets.
On the third day, as soon as Fu Yunge got up, he found the woodcutter chopping firewood in the yard.
As soon as he finished washing and walked to the door, the woodcutter suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute. I have a few things to entrust you with in the past few days."
Fu Yunge has always been grateful to the woodcutter. Now I heard that the old woodcutter needed me somewhere, so I hurried over to ask.
"You have already practiced the magic of walking. So these things should not be difficult for you." The old woodcutter looked at the ax in his hand, "That's it. I want you to help me chop some firewood."
"Chopping firewood?" Fu Yunge was a little confused.
The old woodcutter nodded: "Yes. But the firewood cut is not just any tree."
"Sixty miles to the north from here, there is a special big elm tree. Go back and cut three branches as soon as possible. I will refine the passion pill in the next few days. This is a necessary material."
Fu Yunge had never heard of such material, but since the old woodcutter opened his mouth, of course it was his duty to do so.
Just as he was getting ready to go out, he heard the old woodcutter say from behind: "You must come back before noon. If the time is wrong, the elixir will not be refined."
Fu Yunge was slightly surprised. Sixty miles, a round trip of one hundred and twenty miles, and he still had to come back before noon. Although he had practiced the magic of walking, he had never practiced this kind of situation.
But in the end he gritted his teeth firmly and left with the rattan basket on his back.
In the yard, the old woodcutter who was sitting on the ground watched Fu Yunge go away, and gradually showed an unpredictable smile.
On the other side, Fu Yunge used his magic technique and ran hard in the mountains and forests according to the direction.
However, the mountain road was not smooth and it was difficult for him to display his skills. And when he got further, there was no road at all, so he could only move forward cautiously. But he was afraid of wasting time, so he could only carefully choose where to go, which was very difficult.
The vegetation is complicated, and in some places it is even necessary to cross ravines and so on. Fu Yunge worked hard all the way and finally found the big elm tree that the woodcutter mentioned in a densely forested area.
Regardless of his own fatigue, he raced against time to cut down three tree branches and put them back in the basket. When he looked up, he saw that it was already halfway through the morning, and immediately ran back with all his strength.
By the time he saw a familiar path, Fu Yunge was so tired that he was soaked in hot sweat, his legs were as stiff as sticks, and he almost lost consciousness. But the sun above his head didn't allow him to slow down, and it was almost noon. He had no choice but to wipe off his sweat, push up his exhausted body, and continue speeding on the road.
Fortunately, it was just noon when we rushed back to the old man's home. The sun stands in the middle of the sky, absolutely perfect.
Fu Yunge ran to the door, took a look and saw that there was no time limit. His body went limp with his relaxed nerves, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.
The old woodcutter walked out of the house at this time. Fu Yunge's throat was congested at this time, and it was already difficult to speak. He could only weakly pat the basket that fell aside to indicate to the woodcutter that he had not missed his appointment.
The old woodcutter smiled and nodded his chin at him, came over to help him, and carried the basket into the house.
Inside the house, Fu Yunge lay on the kang and rested for a long time, finally feeling relieved. If it were another ten or five miles further, he might have said it on the way.
After a long time, the old woodcutter came to see him. Fu Yunge expected that the woodcutter had been busy working on Baixiang Dan just now, but he didn't take it seriously.
The old woodcutter brought him a cup of tea, watched him drink it, and then slowly asked: "How is it? How do you feel about the application of magic?"
"Tired." Fu Yunge said truthfully, "The road is far away, and later there was no road at all, so we had to find our way through the jungle."
The old woodcutter smiled and said nothing. After a moment of silence, he said to Fu Yunge again:
"But you have a long way to go in the future. How can it be a smooth road? Without someone to pave the way for you, will your magic skills be useless?"
The old woodcutter's words shocked Fu Yunge to his core.
Indeed, what the old man said was right. When he practices magic, does he still need to ask that he can only perform it on flat roads? In the future, if he encounters enemies or other situations, and it is inevitable to travel through mountains and rivers on wild roads, how can he be content with just using magic on a flat road?
"In addition," the old woodcutter stroked his beard, "to be honest, although your method of practicing magic movement can be achieved quickly, it is not based on reality. Magic movement is for practicality, and most of it involves walking long distances and being in a hurry. Your Although the magic of walking has matured over short distances, once you travel a long distance, your shortcomings will be revealed."
"...Yes." Fu Yunge didn't know what to say after hearing such instruction, so he could only nod his head in fear.
The old woodcutter smiled at him: "Let's continue tomorrow."
Fu Yunge learned about his shortcomings, and gained a deeper understanding of the mentality that inspired him to continue practicing.
Pursuing speed may lead to false foundations, and in the end haste may waste speed. And once he leaves this small and peaceful mountain village, he will inevitably face complex and even difficult situations in the future. In this way, impetuousness will only plant unpredictable crises for the future.
Day after day, he thought over and over again about the old man's intentions, and his heart gradually became clear.
