Lu Sheng pointed his finger like a knife and struck the violent wind knife technique over and over again in the cell.
One afternoon passed, and he was panting from exhaustion. He leaned in a dark corner, with his back to the wall, and put his hand into the straw.
A little white light flashed out, the money in his hand disappeared, and three white steamed buns appeared in his hand.
The smell of the steamed buns was not that strong. Lu Sheng chewed it softly a few times, swallowed it in his belly, and swallowed another hundred coins with his right hand. A bowl of large tonic soup was placed on the ground.
Ignoring the hotness of the soup, he drank it in one gulp, feeling a burning sensation in his esophagus.
After eating and drinking, Lu Sheng's body was no longer so weak. After digesting for a while, he became more energetic.
With the help of Dabu Decoction, he continued to practice martial arts quietly, waiting for the medicine to dissipate.
He sat cross-legged on the straw and meditated silently, trying to become more familiar with the feeling of Qi.
The guards outside were not wary of him as an ordinary child, so they stopped paying attention after he was put in the cell.
Lu Sheng dared to do this because he had observed it many times to ensure that it would not attract anyone's attention.
In the evening, Lu Sheng was practicing his mental method, and there was a rush of footsteps outside.
His ears moved, and he vaguely heard the jailer's flattering compliments.
After quickly reciting his thoughts, he pretended to lie on the ground, covering his stomach with a weak expression.
Bang.
The cell door was opened by a jailer, and a beautiful girl walked in. She was wearing a plain white dress and holding a red whip in her hand.
The stench in the cell made the girl pinch her nose, blink her beautiful eyes, and lock her eyes on a person in the corner.
This man's hair was disheveled, his face was unkempt, and his clothes were covered with dust, but the eyes exposed in the black hair hanging down from his forehead were extremely clear.
"Lu Sheng!"
As the sound fell, a whip followed closely behind, and the clothes on Lu Sheng's thighs tore open, stained with bright red blood.
The pain made Lu Sheng raise his head. He looked at the girl and then lowered his head, with a trace of imperceptible cruelty flashing in his eyes.
The girl's mask was covered with frost, and she waved the whip again with her bare hands.
"You made Xiaolong blind for life. Do you know how harmful this is to a child!"
"Don't think that because you are my junior brother, I can spare you?! Murder must be paid with life. It is only natural."
Without responding to Lin Xiaotang's words, Lu Sheng curled up, with several blood-red whip marks appearing on his back.
After a few blows, Lin Xiaotang threw away the whip, grabbed his clothes hard, turned him over, and raised his fist.
He fired his bow left and right at Lu Sheng's face. With each blow, the anger in Lin Xiaotang's heart decreased by one point.
It wasn't until her face turned red from exhaustion that she retracted her fist, stood up and left the prison.
The jailer closed the cold cell door.
The moonlight outside the iron window slanted on the ground. Lu Sheng was bathed in the moonlight. His face was bloody, and the blood on his body was dripping on the straw, dipping the withered yellow straw into blood.
With an expressionless face, he put his hands on the ground and slowly returned to the dark corner.
Feeling a little gloomy in his heart, he took off his blood-stained clothes and covered his right hand.
After a while, a bottle of golden sore medicine appeared in his hand. After hesitation, he did not use it and pressed it under a piece of straw.
He leaned against the wall and thought for a long time. A strong man cannot compete with others. With this kind of talent, he is destined to be extraordinary. If he doesn't have the ability, he should just live with it.
Finally he let out a soothing breath.
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The next day, Lu Sheng woke up from his sleep. He looked at the moonlight outside the window and knew it was not dawn yet.
There was a heavy snore outside the cell. It seemed that the jailer was still sleeping.
After a brief look, his eyes fell on himself and found that many of the wounds on his body had scabbed over.
Small muscles bulged in his arms and abdomen, and he had the illusion that he was getting stronger.
Immediately, he understood that this was the effect of Dabu Decoction. Dabu Decoction was a necessary decoction for novice warriors, and its effect was naturally not bad.
Because some third-rate warriors cannot afford elixirs, they will buy a small amount of large tonic soup material packets in bulk, so that they can make progress slowly.
Unfortunately, the martial arts gym only delivers one bowl of Dabu Tang every month. Basically no one can enjoy the life of three Dabu Tang meals a day. Some rich children can only drink one bowl a day, even if they have a rich family.
Like the City Lord's Mansion, there are many family members in it. If they all do this, it will be a huge financial burden. Even the City Lord's Mansion does not dare to be so arrogant.
Moreover, through the research of martial arts masters of the past dynasties, they found that people who are just practicing martial arts can only take one bowl of tonic soup a day. Drinking too much will release too much of the medicinal effect, which is really a waste.
Therefore, even the descendants of the Grandmaster family only need a bowl of tonic soup a day.
Therefore, Lu Sheng's three bowls of tonic soup every day is probably the only one in Yangcheng.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Sheng took out a red pill. He stretched out his left hand and a white light flashed, indicating that the analysis was successful.
He grabbed a tael of silver in his right hand and wanted to see how much this pill cost.
Soon, the silver in his hand disappeared, and an identical pill remained quietly in his hand.
"One tael of silver! Its value is ten times more expensive than Dabu Decoction!"
There was surprise in Lu Sheng's eyes. According to the nature of human urine, this Qi and Blood Pill would probably multiply five times, ten times or even dozens of times.
In other words, is it possible that this elixir can be sold for ten taels of silver on the market?
This level of elixir should be for second-rate or first-rate warriors, Lao Zhang is not afraid of overpowering him to death!
In fact, what Lu Sheng didn't know was that Zhang Dapeng's elixir was suitable for first-class realms. He kept it on his body because his energy and blood were weak and there was no hope of cultivation.
Until, he heard that his apprentice was going to be imprisoned, and predicting the worst case scenario, he gave this precious Qi and Blood Pill to his apprentice.
In order to avoid delaying Lu Sheng's training, after all, the period between teenagers and thirties is the most active and powerful period of Qi and blood, which is the most suitable for breaking through the martial arts realm.
Every year is precious. As for whether the apprentice will be stretched to death, he knows how powerful the super-grade root bone is, which can refine the medicinal power without any loss.
In terms of absorbing the elixir, there is no need to worry at all. At most, there will be a break in the breath or something. This is a trivial matter.
If it were not for the strength of the root bone, the effectiveness of Dabu Decoction would not be so strong.
Lu Sheng didn't know this. He wanted to try the effect of the Qi and Blood Pill, so he took a small bite.
The medicine mass melted into his belly, and a ball of heat surged through his body. Lu Sheng's body was as hot as fire.
He wants to release the power of this medicine, and practice the Guangfeng Knife technique with fingertips and smooth movements.
An hour passed.
He is very familiar with every set of moves, and the changes, transitions, and directions between moves are extremely skillful.
After digesting the potion, Lu Sheng could notice that his strength had increased a lot.
The scabs on his body fell off his body like snow flakes, leaving behind pure white skin.
He didn't expect the power of the Qi-Blood Pill to be so powerful, and joy arose in his heart.
Soon, soon!
The snoring outside was still coming one after another. It seemed that he got up a little early.
It feels good to get up early. Time is not so tight. The more time you have to practice martial arts, the better.
After biting down a quarter of the elixir and feeling the burning pleasure in his belly, Lu Sheng continued to practice.
