Time is like a breeze, when it blows across the cheek, it disappears without a trace when you want to catch it.
In life, the most precious thing is today, and the most perishable thing is today.
However, Gu Chen wants to seize every day.
Within five days, he still couldn't help but swallow all the remaining Xing Gong Nei Zhuang prescription pills.
There was no surprise. Just as he had guessed, each pill provided fewer attribute points toward the back.
However, despite taking one hundred and one pills in a row, it was still effective.
The attribute points have reached 1966, which is much more than expected.
He looked at the panel, slightly disappointed.
I was thinking that after the attribute points exceeded 1,000, a plus sign would appear in the [Shou Yuan] column.
But it didn't, which meant that he could only increase his longevity through life-extending exercises.
Or if the cancer is cured, your longevity will definitely increase day by day.
At ten o'clock at night, Gu Chen's bedroom was still bright.
His feet were hanging on the edge of the bed, and snacks were placed around him.
He saw the panel in front of him shaking for a while, and Chen Style Tai Chi broke through to perfection.
Gu Chen quickly grabbed a carton of milk, inserted the tube into it and sucked it dry.
Then he gave another order and the panel shook again.
This time it was a little more intense, but not as intense as the breakthroughs of the previous few days.
After a while, the golden bell and iron cloth shirt also broke through to perfection, and even the iron sand palm also entered the realm of perfection.
He was happy in his heart. This saved him a hundred attribute points.
"Um?"
After replenishing a bag of potato chips and two cups of yogurt, Gu Chen realized that he was wrong.
[Name: Gu Chen]
[Shouyuan: 34 years and 364 days]
【Stamina: 19.99】
【Energy: 20.01】
[Skills: Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt Perfection + (0/5000), Chen Style Tai Chi Perfection, Breathing, Inhalation and Guidance Technique Perfection]
[Skill: Perfect Iron Palm]
[Attribute points: 1391]
He spent 575 attribute points to upgrade all the skills to perfection.
At first he thought that perfection was the highest state.
Looking at the panel at this time, it was obvious that I had guessed wrong.
After the Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt is upgraded to the perfect level, it can actually increase its proficiency.
“I don’t know what the next realm is?”
"Is this due to the quality of the technique?" Gu Chen speculated.
Regardless of the reason, it's a good thing if you can add something.
Looking at other data, Chen Style Tai Chi provides nearly ten years of longevity after completion.
Although it is not as good as the breathing and guidance technique, it is still very satisfying.
As expected, he has been able to live to be sixty years old, which is the beginning of the normal aging stage.
Looking at the [Stamina] column again, the panel really doesn't give any face, even if it's just 0.01, it doesn't even add it.
Gu Chen, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, would never allow it. [Physical strength] and [Energy] should be harmonious and neat.
He controlled it with his mind and used a little attribute value to touch the plus sign behind the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt.
If there is no accident, there will be an accident. The proficiency is not moving at all.
The attribute value was reduced a little again, and this time it finally changed.
Since then, he finally understood that every additional point of proficiency after perfection requires two attribute points.
Gu Chen's face fell. He didn't expect that he could add a little by just 0.5. This time the span was so big.
He originally thought that the attribute points were rich enough to support him in completing several books on life-extending exercises.
Nowadays it is a bit taken for granted.
"We can't stop taking the medicine!"
Gu Chen sighed with emotion, and then moved his mind again, and the attribute points were reduced by one hundred.
The proficiency of the Iron Cloth Shirt with Golden Bell Cover has arrived (51/5000).
The physical strength also increased by 0.6 immediately.
Gu Chen gave up. He couldn't figure out the law of increase in physical strength and energy. It was troublesome to increase it little by little.
After closing the panel, he hurriedly went downstairs and came to the bathroom.
His physical strength exceeded twenty, and he felt uncomfortable all over.
This feeling is very familiar and is a sign that the skin is about to shed again.
In the bathroom, he took off all his clothes and ate bread while looking at himself in the mirror.
His skin was visibly wrinkled, like an old man with a candle in the wind.
Immediately, the wrinkled skin was soaked under the shower, and the whole body became tight and uncomfortable.
Wait until the itching sensation all over your body disappears.
Gu Chen tore off the dead skin piece by piece with his hands.
The delicate and red skin immediately becomes whiter and more elastic after being exposed, just like seeing green hands being oxidized by air.
"I'm afraid only Caucasians have better skin than me!" Gu Chen raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his eight white upper teeth.
At this moment, Gu Chen had an intuition that he seemed to be able to withstand the bullet.
Shake your head and throw away the unrealistic fantasy.
Bullet resistant?
He doesn't play with his life.
However, swords, guns and sticks should not be able to cause any harm to him, and this is true.
Of course, this refers to the sword and stick chopped down by ordinary power.
The next day, today is the first day of the first lunar month.
"Xiaochen, have you seen the fruit knife on the knife holder?"
Chen Guilan heard Gu Chen's footsteps coming downstairs and shouted in the kitchen.
Gu Chen came to the door of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Mom, I didn't see it. Maybe it's in a corner and I haven't noticed it yet!"
"Is that so, but I remember that it was clearly inserted into the knife holder." Chen Guilan said doubtfully, slicing the lemon with a kitchen knife in her hand.
Gu Chen glanced at the trash can in the corner, stepped forward, and put his right hand on his mother's left shoulder.
"Mom, what should we eat today?"
"Here, take a look." Chen Guilan's jaw twitched.
Gu Chen followed the instructions and saw an iron basin on the kitchen table. The iron basin was filled with cleaned pig intestines.
"It turns out to be this. It tastes too strong."
It wasn't that Gu Chen had never eaten it before, but the large intestine he ate outside had a strong smell and was full of oil. He always felt that Aoli hadn't been washed properly.
"It's too heavy. Didn't you see what I cut?"
As my mother spoke, the lemon in her hand was cut into thin rounds.
It turns out that my mother wants to wash it again with lemon, which can effectively remove the odor.
"Don't be stunned, go to the yard and pick a bunch of coriander for me."
"immediately."
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At the dinner table, Gu Chen ate with gusto, and his father was allowed to drink a bottle of beer.
"What is this?" Gu Chen looked at his mother.
"What else could it be? It's obviously scrambled eggs!"
Gu Changjiang put in a smile, then raised the can of beer and took a big gulp.
"Drink less, don't you know what's going on with you?" Chen Guilan angrily scolded her father.
Gu Changjiang was silent for a moment and tilted his head slightly to one side.
I picked up a piece of sausage and chewed it briefly before drinking it with beer.
Dad used to love drinking, especially after coming home from get off work, he would always have two or three bottles.
However, since Gu Chen became a doctor, under his son's insistence.
All three members of the family went for a comprehensive physical examination.
It was during this physical examination that Gu Changjiang was diagnosed with fatty liver.
Since then, his mother has not allowed him to drink, and only gives him a bottle on special occasions to satisfy his craving.
After Chen Guilan finished scolding her father, a smile appeared on her face again, with a little pride:
"No, your mother and the two white geese I raised have laid eggs. If you fry them with coriander, they will taste even better."
As Chen Guilan spoke, he put a large piece into his bowl.
Gu Chen picked it up and tasted it. It was indeed good.
While I was eating fried goose eggs with coriander, I was thinking about another question in my mind.
"I wonder if Jin Qi can heal other people's injuries?"
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