But there is no reason not to do business. Although he was a little hesitant, the shopkeeper turned around and went to find medicine for Dongzhang.
The person involved, Dongzhang, didn’t think too much. He just leaned on the counter and thought to himself: Aren’t you the Nine Yang Divine Art that is invulnerable to all poisons? At your current age, you have only practiced it for six or seven years at most, and you are not focused on it. This is just a daily routine of practice.
Just like the radio gymnastics in later generations, students regarded radio gymnastics as homework and did it half-heartedly, but those who engaged in gymnastics regarded it as a professional job and devoted themselves to practicing it. One practiced for ten minutes a day, and the other practiced for eight hours a day. , the effect can be the same, of course it is very different.
Jue Yuan is like this now. He only regards Nine Yang Magic as an after-school practice project. Otherwise, it would not have taken him more than thirty years to practice it to great success. However, Zhang Wuji studied diligently in the valley every day and only took five years to master it. The four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual can be cultivated to a state of perfection. Of course, there are also elements of self-help and healing in it. It depends on whether your mind is focused on this.
Moreover, this Mongolian sweat medicine is not a poison, it is just hypnosis. According to Dongzhang's estimate, Jueyuan, the great monk, may not have practiced the Jiuyang magic skill deeply, or even practiced it deeply by himself. However, this thing is just Dongzhang's own personal conjecture. .
You have to wait until you have done the experiment to find out. Moreover, Zhang Wuji only started to be invulnerable to cold and heat when he practiced the second volume of Nine Yang Magic. There should be some distance between him and being invulnerable to all poisons.
But this was just Dongzhang's own wild imagination. He had to wait for his own experiment to find out. After thinking about it for a moment, the shopkeeper had already found the medicine.
He took two packets of medicinal powder and came to Dongzhang and said hesitantly: "Xiao Langjun, here are two doses of Mongolian sweat medicine, each with different effects. The one on the left is slightly less effective, but it is more than enough to make people fall asleep. Yes, the one on the right is for livestock. It’s no problem to lose the cow. I suggest..."
"I want both of them, and two more packs of the Miu Niu pair!"
"..."
When the shopkeeper said something that could make a cow dizzy, Dongzhang's eyes were already shining. He wanted them all without thinking. As soon as he finished speaking, the old shopkeeper's stiff smile instantly froze on his face. This bastard even said it was for him. For personal use, has anyone given me the cow-made sweat medicine? ? Could it be that it was used for robbing families and homes?
"Stop the ink stain, pack up quickly, let's check out and leave."
Ignoring the old shopkeeper's battle between heaven and man, Dongzhang urged anxiously.
"Maybe the young man didn't understand what I meant. I should talk too much if necessary. The one on the right is for livestock. It must not be used by others. It will cause big trouble."
"I know, I know. If I pour more water, it will be fine."
God, please pour more water...
Knowing that Dongzhang wouldn't listen no matter what, the old shopkeeper had no choice but to wrap everything up as Dongzhang said, but he still couldn't help but said earnestly: "Please remember, Xiaolangjun, you can't let anyone eat it. Go ahead, someone will die."
"I know, I know, I'm not stupid."
“…..”
After that, Dongzhang left the drug store under the worried eyes of the old shopkeeper. In fact, Dongzhang knew what the old shopkeeper was worried about. He was just afraid that he would be sued. Seeing that he was a young man, he was not serious or serious, and he was afraid that something would happen to him. Himself, but Dongzhang couldn't explain it yet, so that was it anyway, after all, he was not stupid.
At home, the door has been closed, and Aunt Liu has been told not to come in and disturb her without any instructions. Zhang Dong looked at the bowl of water in front of him with twinkling eyes, hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and drank it, and wiped the corners of his mouth. He smacked his lips, well, it really quenches his thirst.
Sit quietly and wait for a while, eh? There didn't seem to be any reaction. Dongzhang just put in the amount of medicine for the fingernail. Of course, it was the kind of sweat medicine used by humans. After returning home and thinking about it, he felt that he seemed to be the most suitable experimental subject.
Because I have also practiced the Nine-Yang Divine Art, I can best judge how to use the amount of medicine, but now it seems that the amount of medicine on one fingernail has no effect on me.
After waiting for half an hour, Dongzhang increased the dosage of the medicine and tried it again, but there was still no reaction. Just like that, he increased the dosage of medicine every half an hour. The whole experiment lasted until evening, and the last bowl of water was full. I used one ounce of sweat medicine and stirred it until it was a little turbid, but I still didn't feel sleepy. In later generations, many girls ate powder but couldn't finish it after only two ounces of powder.
Looking at the turbid potion, Dongzhang knew that adding more would be of no use. As long as you were not a fool, you would know that there must be something wrong with this bowl of turbid water.
Turning his eyes, Dong Zhang looked at the sweat medicine for livestock. Half a quarter of an hour later, a bowl of clear water medicine was placed in front of Dong Zhang. Without any hesitation, he raised his head and drank tons and tons of it. It's all gone. I let out a sigh of relief after drinking it. Damn it, I drank all the Mongolian sweat medicine today. I'm full after drinking it.
I just thought to myself, eh, it seems to have had some effect. My mind started to get a little confused, and I started to yawn a few times, but I could still resist it. I turned my head and looked at the dark night outside the window, and guessed The time should be around two o'clock in the morning. Could this be normal physiological sleepiness? After all, how can any serious thirteen-year-old child not sleep at two o'clock in the morning...
The next day, in the early morning, Dongzhang woke up, looked out the window at the early morning and remained silent. His little head was still not sure whether it was the effect of the medicine last night or whether he was really sleepy. Hey, I can only do the experiment again today.
Then he went out and asked Aunt Liu to prepare a table of breakfast for him. After devouring a good meal, Dongzhang first read the first sentence of the second volume of the Nine Yang Manual: "Huxi Nine Yang, hug one Han Yuan, this book can be called the Nine Yang Manual." He started practicing the exercises as usual. Once he entered the state, he began to become deaf to the outside world. By the time he finished the exercises, the time had quietly arrived in the evening.
Dongzhang first asked Aunt Liu to prepare food for him. After all, practice itself consumes a lot of blood and energy. Now he was very hungry. After another full meal, Dongzhang played a wild game of king's eight punches in the yard to eliminate the food. He happily ran to the room on the second floor and slammed the door.
Last night I used one nail-cap livestock sweat medicine. I will try two-fingernail medicine tonight. I tried it. After a while, a bowl of crystal clear medicine was placed in front of Dong Zhang. He turned around. He looked up at the night to estimate the time, then raised his head and drank the potion.
A quarter of an hour.
Two quarters of an hour.
Three-quarters of an hour later, sleepiness hit him, and he didn't fall down directly. It was just that the sleepiness came like waves, each wave stronger than the last. Finally, Dong Zhang collapsed on the table.
The night after, ugly time.
Dongzhang finally woke up in a daze, looked at the night outside the window, and estimated the time. He drank the potion at about 12 o'clock in the morning. It should be around 1:30 in the morning. That is equivalent to two fingernails. It took an hour and a half to be effective. After thinking about it for a while, although the time was tight, it would be dangerous if it was too long. No one knew if anyone would come in during the period. A faster speed should be enough.
Besides, medication is only a last resort. If it doesn't reach that point, I still don't want to choose medication.
