As the New Year is approaching, the weather seems to be unfavorable. After several days of clear skies, Shengjing City is experiencing another wave of cold waves.
Pieces of thin clouds came from the far north and gradually covered the top of Shengjing City. The sun shone through the thin clouds, speckled, and the air was solemn, giving people an urge to climb a mountain.
Only when you climb high enough will you not be afraid of the dark clouds covering your eyes.
"The eldest lady ordered you to exchange energy for Jiang Xuanyao?"
In Lanhong Pavilion, Jiang Li's eyes flashed, as cold as stars.
"Young Master Li is so smart that he thought of this so quickly!"
Mo Yunliang nodded.
Jiang Xuanyao was beaten ten times with a cane and was unable to practice Kung Fu again for at least two months.
The Wuhan Examination will be held in more than five months. Jiang Xuanyao is bound to win, so naturally he cannot lie in bed and wait for his injury to recover.
The inheritance of Qi channels is incomplete. Until now, only the children of poor families would take the initiative to practice in order to gain a chance to stand out. They could obtain high-strength martial arts at the expense of vitality and lifespan.
In addition to possessing combat power that is not weaker than that of martial artists of the same realm, Qi cultivators also have a very special ability, which is to draw out the true energy in the body to temper the warrior's physical body, which has a certain auxiliary effect on physical cultivation.
However, in this process, frequent use of Qi in Qi cultivation will greatly deplete the vitality of the five internal organs. It is not an exaggeration to say that life is exchanged for work.
"Mr. Mo is not a domestic slave maintained by the Marquis Mansion, why would he agree to Madam's request?" Jiang Li asked.
"To be honest, Mr. Li, although Mr. Mo was born in a branch of the Mo family, he was bullied by his elders due to political disagreements between his ancestors, so he had no choice but to practice his Qi pulse!"
Mo Yunliang sighed: "From the day I started practicing Qi Meridian, I knew that this life was ruined, but Mo has a daughter under his knees. Although she is young, she shows extremely high talent in martial arts."
When Mo Yunliang talked about his daughter, his eyes sparkled: "The eldest lady promised that if I help the Ninth Young Master temper his body, she will introduce the little girl to a Supreme Elder of the Jade Cauldron Sect!"
"I know the Jade Cauldron Sect. This sect is one of the top ten sects and specializes in martial arts. The Zhenzong inherits the 'Ten Thousand Luo God King Cauldron Seal Technique', which is one of the highest techniques for physical cultivation in the world!" Jiang Xuanxin said.
"Xuan Xin, go to the training room on the first floor of Lanhong Pavilion and get a jar of Crocodile Dragon Essence Powder to give to Mr. Mo!" Jiang Li thought for a while and said.
"Master Li, what are you..."
Mo Yunliang became pale after hearing this.
"Mr. Mo, although it is Madam's order that you teach me how to practice Qi, there is still a master-disciple relationship after all!"
Jiang Li took the Crocodile Dragon Essence Powder brought by Jiang Xuanxin and placed it in front of Mo Yunliang, "Mr. Mo took this jar of secret medicine to the Jade Cauldron Sect as an apprenticeship ceremony. I believe that with the qualifications of Mr. Mo's daughter, she will definitely be favored." Jade Cauldron Sect’s attention.”
"Master Li, there is nothing Mo can do to repay this kind of kindness!"
Mo Yunliang looked at the crocodile dragon essence powder in front of him, his eyes dull and unbelievable.
The value of this royal secret medicine cannot be measured by money at all. It is the supreme secret medicine that is coveted by martial artists in the world.
Using this medicine as a stepping stone, it is not necessary to use a whole jar. One third is enough for an elder of the Jade Cauldron Sect to accept his daughter as a closed disciple.
"Mo is incompetent and should not have received such a treasure!"
Mo Yunliang's expression was complicated and his eyes were flickering. If it was just for himself, he could refuse without hesitation, but it was about his daughter's life. He pondered for a long time and finally his eyes condensed.
"If you don't dislike me, Master, Mo is willing to join the Master's sect and use the power of dogs and horses to repay the Master for giving me medicine!"
Mo Yunliang knelt down solemnly.
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"What? Mo Yunliang left without saying goodbye?"
With a clang, the porcelain bowl was slammed to the ground, with porcelain shards flying everywhere.
Jiang Xuanyao lay on the bed and was furious. Because he waved his arms too violently, it affected his lower body, causing severe pain and cold sweat on his forehead.
"Yao'er, calm down. There is more than one Qi master in Shengjing City named Mo. Mom will activate all connections to find some more Qi masters for you!"
The second lady, Ning, quickly comforted her, fearing that Jiang Xuanyao would be furious and cause the newly healed wound to burst again, delaying the martial arts test, and how he would compete with the eldest lady's sons in the future.
"Of course there is no shortage of Qi masters in Shengjing City, but there are not many people who can match that surnamed Mo in the subtle movement of Qi!"
Jiang Xuanyao said bitterly: "Although Mo Yunliang is only a Qi cultivator at the peak of the Sixth Realm of Soldier Qi, everyone knows that it is just because he is afraid of losing his longevity and is unwilling to be promoted. Otherwise, he would have been a low-level Qi practitioner in the Eighth Realm. Grandmaster!"
"Madam, Master, someone saw Mo Yunliang coming out of Hong Pavilion, carrying a black porcelain jar, riding a fast horse and heading straight out of the city!"
There was also a lean man in black robe standing next to the bed. He was thin and short, but his hands were extremely large, almost comparable to the black tower guarding Jiang Shirong.
"Crock? Could it be Crocodile Jiao Jing Yuan Powder!"
Jiang Xuanyao was startled, his blood rushed to the sky, he hammered the couch with rage, and kept shouting: "It's Jiang Li again, and it's this damn bastard again. Crocodile Jiao Yuan Powder is such a precious secret medicine, and he actually gave it to a short-lived Qi cultivator." , a short-lived ghost, such a waste of natural resources, how dare he!"
Jiang Xuanyao's heart bleeds when he thinks of the small jar of inferior Crocodile Dragon Essence Essence Powder that he regards as a treasure and is still reluctant to use.
It was as if the secret medicine given by Jiang Li belonged to him.
"Damn you little bastard. He first caused my son to be beaten with a stick by Lord Marquis, and now he has sent Mo Yunliang away. This is too much!"
The second wife, Ning, clutched the corner of the quilt on the bed tightly, a ferocious look appeared on her soft face, and her teeth clenched loudly.
"I will never swallow this breath. I will never let this little kid Jiang Li enter Qianjunhou's mansion in peace. Find a way for me. I will make him suffer a lot!" Ning said with hatred.
"Don't worry, ma'am, I'll make arrangements right away!"
The man in black robe nodded and quietly exited the room.
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"Brother Fifteen, do you want to give me this jar of crocodile dragon essence powder?"
In the training room of Lanhong Pavilion, Jiang Xuanxin looked surprised, looking at the large jar of Crocodile Dragon Essence Powder that Jiang Li pushed over, and he was in a daze.
"Crocodile Jiao Jingyuan Powder is a treasure medicine used by martial artists to refine their bodies. Ordinary people only need one or two jars to reach the seventh level of martial arts.
"The physical body of a martial artist in the Ten Thousand Realm realm is as powerful as an elephant, and the effect of the Crocodile Dragon Essence Powder is so minimal that it can almost be ignored!"
Jiang Li took out three more porcelain bottles from his arms, which contained precious medicines that could nourish the body and repair damage. He had found them from the bandit leader Wu Dazhi, and also gave them to Jiang Xuanxin.
In addition, there is also a martial arts book collected from Wu Dazhi, which records three exquisite and domineering sword techniques, called the Eight Styles of Jue Dao.
The reason why it is called eight postures is because the knife skills are incomplete.
When Wu Dazhi was young, he was not a bandit but a tomb robber. In the tomb of a military general in the previous dynasty, he accidentally obtained the martial arts record of the sword.
With the help of martial arts, Wu Dazhi completed the transformation from a craftsman to a martial artist in just a few years, and gathered a group of extremely vicious subordinates.
In addition to the three styles of swordsmanship in the martial arts book, there are also fragmentary records of Wu Dazhi's insights when practicing swordsmanship and similar days.
When Jiang Li looked through the sword manual, he would often frown and sigh uncontrollably.
"Ignorance can really kill people!"
