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"I finally broke through to the fourth level."
Shen Cong let out a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
It has been almost a year since I traveled to this world. Now I have grown from a weak boy to a fourth-level master, which is already quite good.
Looking at the entire Great Xia, let alone being able to break through to a fourth-grade master within a year, even at the age of sixteen, there are probably not many who can break through to a fourth-grade master, right?
Soon, we are not far away from the legendary first-level master and the grand master.
Although the next few steps will take longer, as his understanding continues to improve, Shen Cong believes that he will be able to achieve it sooner or later.
He came to the courtyard, tapped his foot lightly, and his body was like a bolt of lightning, instantly jumping to the top of the tree in the courtyard.
This tree is now more than ten meters tall, and it is becoming more and more lush because of sufficient nutrition.
Shen Cong stood on the top of the tree and looked at the rising sun in the east. It looked so red that it looked like a red-hot iron. It was so beautiful.
A gust of cool morning breeze blew by, making Shen Cong feel more comfortable.
With a slight leap, he jumped down from a height of more than ten meters and landed safely without even a trace of dust on the ground.
When he was at the fifth level, he could climb up to a height of more than ten meters whenever he wanted, but it was impossible to do it like this without stirring up a trace of dust.
"It's a pity that there are no 100-meter-tall buildings in this world, so I can't test my current performance of jumping from 100 meters. It seems that I should go to a nearby mountain to try a few cliff jumps some other time."
Just when Shen Cong was about to go to the blacksmith shop to have breakfast and check in, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Master Shen, Master Shen, are you at home? Please open the door quickly."
Shen Cong raised his eyebrows slightly, stepped forward and opened the door, and what he saw was Song Daqi with an anxious look on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Master Shen, I...my mother is sick, can you help me?"
Song Daqi's tone was choked and his eyes were red. Since his father left, he rarely cried. It seemed that he was anxious today.
"Have you found a doctor?"
"I just went to the medicine hall to find the doctor. The doctor went out, and... and I don't have any money."
Shen Cong sighed slightly, his heart was not made of stone after all.
"Let me go check the situation first."
"Thank you, Master Shen."
Song Daqi seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.
When the two arrived at Song's house, Shen Cong saw Song's mother lying on the bed, her face pale, her lips purple, and her whole body trembling.
"When did your mother start acting like this?"
"When she came back from the mountains yesterday evening, she often went to the mountains to dig herbs recently in order to supplement her family income."
Shen Cong stretched out his hand and put it on the other person's wrist.
He doesn't know how to feel the pulse, but he just thinks it's cool.
As for saving Song's mother, he already had some ideas. After the Taixuan Sutra breaks through the sixth level, when the controlled spiritual energy circulates in the body, it will be fed back to the consciousness. Shen Cong transferred his spiritual energy to Song Mu's hands through his fingers.
The spiritual energy circulated around the opponent's body, and he quickly discovered the crux of the problem.
There was an extremely small bite mark on Mother Song's ankle. It should be poison like a spider. The amount of venom was not much, but after a night passed and it was not discharged from the body in time, it became more and more serious.
At this point, even if you call the doctor, it will be of no avail.
Song Daqi found him by accident and saved his mother's life.
The Taixuan Sutra circulates, and the spiritual energy directly removes the toxins from Mother Song's body.
Not long after, Song's mother woke up from a trance.
"Mom, you wake up!"
Song Daqi immediately rushed to the bedside, and Song's mother was a little confused.
"Da Qi, what's wrong with me?"
"Mom, you were sick, Master Shen saved you."
Song's mother was wondering why Shen Cong was next to her just now, but she understood what was going on after hearing her son's explanation.
"Thank you Master Shen, Daqi. Please quickly pour Master Shen a cup of tea."
"good!"
Song Daqi hurriedly went to the kitchen to pour tea. Suddenly, Song's mother's face turned slightly red. Since her husband's death, she had never been alone in a room with any man.
Song's mother was not very old, in her thirties, but her charm was still there. Although her skin was slightly yellow due to malnutrition, she had a good figure, and her small oval face was considered delicate. Now her face was red, which actually added a bit of charm.
Shen Cong just glanced at it and then looked away.
Other people's wives and widows, this is probably the superposition of attributes that those Cao thieves like best, but he doesn't have that hobby.
He has a mysophobia and doesn't like the elementary school that others attended, not to mention that others spit everywhere.
Soon, Song Daqi brought over a bowl of boiled water and said awkwardly:
"Master Shen, we don't have tea at home."
"It doesn't matter."
Shen Cong took the boiled water, drank it in one gulp, and then said:
"If there's nothing else, let's go to the shop. It's too late and breakfast is already cold."
"Then my mother..."
"It's okay. I was poisoned. Now that the poison has been removed by me, it won't relapse."
"That's good, mother, Master Shen and I are going to the shop."
"Go and listen carefully to Master Shen's words."
"good!"
The two simply said goodbye to Song's mother and left the Song family. After two rounds, Song Daqi lowered his head and asked:
"Master Shen, am I particularly useless? I can't support this family, and I have to ask my mother to dig herbs?"
Shen Cong calmly said:
"Isn't this the case for all mortals?"
Song Daqi clenched his fists, yes, everyone is like this. If you don't want to be like this, you can only practice martial arts.
After taking a deep breath, he suddenly ran to Shen Cong as if he had made up his mind.
"Master Shen, I know you don't want to accept me as your disciple, so I want to leave and go to the sect to learn martial arts. Can I...can...please help me take care of my mother? Although my mother is much older than you , but she is still pretty, and she can do all kinds of sewing and washing."
Speaking of this, his face felt a little hot, after all, she was his own mother.
However, if she could marry someone like Shen Cong, it might be a blessing.
Or, even if you become a slave, you won't be as tired as you are now.
"Sorry, I'm used to being alone and don't want to start a family."
Song Daqi's eyes flashed with a look of disappointment, but soon he became determined again.
"Then, can I ask Master Shen to lend me a book of exercises? Let me borrow it! If I succeed in my practice in the future, I will return it to you ten times, no, a hundred times, or a thousand times!"
Shen Cong looked at his firm eyes, feeling inexplicably touched in his heart.
"Do you really want to practice martial arts like this?"
"yes!"
"Investment? It's a bit interesting."
Shen Cong was on a whim. If he was asked to take on a disciple, he would definitely not do it. He didn't want to be a free nanny.
Anyway, all the skills he had practiced before could be copied and sold. For him, they were worthless at all. Song Daqi was leaving martial arts. If he invested in a great emperor, wouldn't he make a fortune?
