Master Ming Zong extinguished the lamp and asked Zheng Qiu to close the book: "It's getting late. I'll stop here today. When I go back, recite more of what I said today. I'll ask questions later."

"Well, I will definitely memorize it and I will definitely not miss anything."

Master Mingzong sent Zheng Qiu downstairs. Before Zheng Qiu left Fangcao Building, the master suddenly stopped him.

"Apprentice, it will be twenty-five days since you took the herbal medicine." Master Mingzong stretched out his fingers to count the days, "Well... it should be five days later. I will check your bones at that time. If possible, you should be able to practice some simple exercises to try your hand."

"Really? I can practice soon?"

"It should be okay. The master will not supervise the herbal medicine these days. Don't slack off yourself."

Zheng Qiu couldn't restrain the joy on his face and kept bowing to the master: "Thank you, master. I promise to eat them all. Thank you, master..."

"Okay, okay, let's go back."

In the next few days, Master Mingzong taught only the content in books, basically reciting and copying. Zheng Qiu felt as if he had returned to the days when his grandfather taught him how to read. Except for the first time he gave Zheng Qiu the "Yunxiu Medicine" "Records", Master Mingzong also gave him "Qianyun Medicine Collection".

"Qianyun Medicine Collection" is divided into three volumes, recording the medicinal materials planted and cultivated by Qianyun Sect's medicine hall.

The master told him that in fact, the ten peaks that provide medicinal materials for the entire Qianyun Sect are the ten peaks that supply the medicine hall. The medicinal materials grown on Fangcao Peak are not supplied to the sect. They are completely the back garden of Elder Mingzong. .

When Elder Mingzong gave up studying the exercises and turned to studying medicine, the other elders in the sect didn't understand it. They thought that there was a medicine hall, so there was no need for the elders to spend efforts to study it.

Although the sect leader did not stop him, he tried to persuade him several times. However, Elder Mingzong decided on the matter and refused to give up, so the sect master had to designate another mountain peak for him.

As a result, Elder Mingzong had been studying for decades, but he had not come up with any special tricks. The disciples he initially accepted also went to other elders one by one, making him a complete joke to the Qianyun Sect.

No, apart from Elder Mingzong and Zheng Qiu, only Grandpa and Yunyou are left on the huge Fangcao Peak. There are many Qianyun Sect disciples passing by every day, but none of them would run to Fangcao Peak.

So Elder Mingzong held the sapphire tablet that could communicate with him every two days, sometimes urging the elder to send people to do things, and sometimes yelling at the other elder to send people to do things.

After finally waiting for five days, it was finally the day for learning the exercises as the master had said. Early in the morning, Zheng Qiu ran to Fangcao Tower excitedly, eager to find the master.

"Master, Master! I'm here! Where are you?" Zheng Qiu shouted as he climbed up the dry ladder to the forty-fifth floor where classes usually take place.

As soon as he walked to the desk where he was attending class, an earthy yellow stream of light swept over the patio. It was Master Ming Zong. The light faded, and Zheng Qiu saw Master Ming Zong holding a blue metal disk in his hand. Densely packed strings hang from the edge of the plate, like a flower drum with tassels.

"Apprentice, sit down and don't move." Master Mingzong pressed Zheng Qiu onto the chair, took the strings outside the disk and wrapped them one by one around Zheng Qiu's body.

"What the root bone shows on the outside is the completeness and smoothness of the meridians. What is hidden inside is the degree of the body's adaptability to different types of breath. This thing is called the root bone measuring plate, which is specially used to detect the root bone."

Master Mingzong wrapped the string, picked up the root measuring plate and slowly turned it. The plate then lit up with a colorful halo. The halo was very light and difficult to distinguish without looking carefully. Then the color of the halo kept changing.

, only one type appears at a time.

Zheng Qiu found that the string was shaking slightly, and there was a tingling feeling that continued to spread from the position where the string was wrapped to his whole body. This feeling came one after another, like waves in a river, lapping at his body.

Master Mingzong turned the plate for a while, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He approached Zheng Qiu, stretched out his hand to touch the left and right where the string was wrapped.

After a while, Master Mingzong's brows furrowed. He turned over and over to check the bone plate, slapping it with his hands from time to time, and finally even grabbed the plate and knocked it on the table a few times.

Zheng Qiu noticed something was wrong and asked his master: "What's wrong, master? Is there a problem?"

"Apprentice, please wait a moment. This plate may be broken. I'll replace it." After saying this, Master Mingzong untied the string from Zheng Qiu's body, grabbed the plate and flew out of Fangcao Building.

Less than half an hour later, Master Mingzong came back. This time he held a new root measuring plate, which was larger than the previous one. In the same way, the master wrapped the string around Zheng Qiu, turned the plate and started

Look at the bones.

However, time passed little by little, and Master Mingzong's frown never relaxed. He muttered to himself: "It's strange, it shouldn't be. Why can't the main meridians be detected, and the nature of the breath is not there?"

…”

Hearing what his master was muttering, Zheng Qiu seemed very nervous. He was worried that he would not be able to practice, so he asked eagerly: "Master, is it that my medicine is useless? Can I still practice?"

Master Ming Zong did not answer immediately, but turned the plate and thought for a long time.

After a long time, he untied the string on Zheng Qiu's body and said: "To practice Life Skills, you need to understand the conditions of the main meridians and the corresponding breath properties. Now you can only detect some small meridians on the surface of the hands, feet and body.

I still don’t know what the condition of your main meridians is, so I definitely can’t practice Life Skills.”

Zheng Qiu raised his head, his eyes full of expectation: "Master, why can't I detect the main meridians? Is it possible to do miscellaneous exercises without practicing life skills?"

"One possibility is that your main meridians are completely blocked, and another possibility is that your meridians are inherently incomplete."

The master sat at the table, drinking water while thinking of a solution, "You can try Zaogong. If you can develop some Qi strength, it may be possible to break away the blockage of the meridians or form new meridians."

"Does that mean I can still practice?"

"Well, it's not easy to choose this chore. I can't detect the nature of your aura if it suits you, so I can only try the simplest chore. Let me think about it..."

Zheng Qiu did not dare to disturb the master's thinking. He sat quietly, staring at his hands in a daze. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Master Ming Zong suddenly stood up and flew to the upper floor with his streamer.

After a while, the master returned and threw a palm-sized booklet to Zheng Qiu. Zheng Qiu took the booklet and saw "Flower Folding Finger" written on the cover, which was a skill.

"Master, what is this?"

"This is miscellaneous work, the simplest type of miscellaneous work."

Master Ming Zong clicked on the cover of the booklet, "As the name suggests, the flower-folding finger is a technique for breaking small things. It only requires a few small meridians of the fingers, and the technique itself does not require energy, although it is a technique

, in fact, I prefer the technique of using fingers.”
Chapter completed!