"Yes, Mingjin can not only be attached to the arms, but can also be attached to the legs to increase explosive power!"
Aaron's eyes lit up when he saw it: "After entering the spirit, it really increased in all directions!"
"Teacher...sister, spare your life!"
When Huang Dacheng came to the court, his legs were starting to feel weak.
This made Li Qinglan instinctively unhappy.
She is a martial arts practitioner, and she likes the kind of tough guy like Junior Brother Fang Yu who fights with each other whenever they disagree!
I look down upon Huang Dacheng's soft-spoken character.
As soon as the thought came to her mind, she rushed in front of Huang Dacheng, easily blocked Huang Dacheng's substandard palm skills, grabbed him with both hands, raised him high above her head, and threw him away.
Snap!
"ah!"
Huang Dacheng screamed: "My chest hurts so much...the bones are broken, broken..."
"How miserable!"
Aaron went over to take a look and found that at least two ribs were broken, and he couldn't help but secretly sighed.
"Today is not fun enough, but the disciples from the outer courtyard can no longer make me feel threatened..." Li Qinglan put her hands behind her back: "I will have your sandbags delivered to the courtyard... Well, the injured should go to the 'Rejuvenation Hall' next door and find a seat.
I asked Master Ge to treat the injury... I have already agreed with him that the cost of the soup and medicine will be mine."
"Thank you, senior sister!"
Aaron cupped his fists and saluted, and with one hand supporting another, the three of them staggered and staggered to the 'Rejuvenation Hall' next door to the Qingshan Martial Arts School.
All kinds of medicinal materials are neatly stacked in Huichun Hall, and behind the counter is a busy medicine boy.
A herbal smell hit my face.
In the front and back of the hall, an old man is lying on a rattan rocking chair, with a teacup and teapot at hand...
He was wearing a ge-yellow robe, with half-squinted eyes, a yellow wooden hairpin stuck in his bun, a goatee on his chin, and a pale and ancient appearance.
At this time, his nose moved: "Is there a patient?"
"But Master Ge who is sitting in the hall? The three of us are disciples of Qingshan Martial Arts School, and we are here under the orders of Senior Sister Li Qinglan..."
Aaron clasped his fists politely.
"I understand, bruises and injuries should be recorded!"
Master Ge stood up and looked at Huang Dacheng first: "Young man, are your ribs broken? Haha... Little girl Qinglan's attack was quite heavy."
He looked at Liang Wu again: "The leg is injured and needs to be splinted..."
Finally, he grabbed Aaron's arm and said, "It's a small injury...it's okay! It'll be fine after a sleep. Well...who of you will sign and make a pledge?"
Both Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu were injured, and they may not be literate.
"I'll do it..."
Aaron sighed, grabbed the account book and looked at it, and found that it was indeed recorded in Li Qinglan's name, so he made a deposit.
"Are you literate?"
Elder Ge suddenly asked.
"I understand a little bit." Aaron cherished his words like gold.
"It's rare." Mr. Ge nodded and didn't say anything more. Instead, he looked at Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu: "You have two choices. This is the first one...it took a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, but I opened it."
Medicine, you go home and recuperate slowly."
"Doctor, doctor, this can't work. We are all disciples of the outer courtyard, and now there is less than a month left."
Huang Dacheng said anxiously, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have taken this private job.
"Then you can only choose the second option... If you want the injury to heal quickly, you have to use harsh medicine, use the medicine of tiger and wolf to cut down the source, stimulate the energy and blood... and your life span will be shortened!"
Elder Ge shook his head and said: "When you practice martial arts, you also convert Qi and blood into strength... But the human body's vitality is limited, and destroying Qi and blood too much will also shorten your life... But no martial arts master will have a good end.
He is plagued by all kinds of diseases, and even the master of Huajin, who can easily change his tendons, cannot escape from the vulgarity...it is difficult for him to die in peace!"
"Short life?"
Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mr. Ge, I see that all the disciples are competing to practice martial arts... and even taking tonic decoctions."
"What? You little naughty boy, you want a dose too?" Mr. Ge became more energetic.
This great tonic can make you much more money than ordinary bruises.
"No, I just wanted to ask if there is anything cheaper?" Aaron replied without blushing or out of breath.
"Cheaper ones, of course."
Mr. Ge touched his black and white goatee: "But the tonic decoction contains ginseng, cinnamon, atractylodes, the flesh and blood of exotic animals and other great tonics for qi and blood. The emphasis is on 'tonifying'. A dose is worth a fortune."
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"If you want to get cheap, you can only use evil ways to cut down your own vitality and stimulate your blood...It is cheap, but without external supplements, you can only ask for it from yourself, which is the way to overdraw...it will shorten your life!"
"You kid... let me feel your pulse first."
Mr. Ge grabbed Aaron's wrist, made a careful diagnosis, shook his head and said: "You suffered too much when you were young, you were underdeveloped, and you were in a cold and humid place for a long time, which led to a loss of both qi and blood. Even if you made up for it later, you still haven't.
I also missed the best opportunity... and the most important thing in martial arts training is energy and blood. You are like a skinny baby, how can you compete with a big man? If you are not talented enough, it will be useless to practice for another two months..."
Of course, martial arts schools would not specifically talk to their apprentices about this kind of thing.
After all, when you open the door to do business, the more fools you send money to, the better.
"I believe that if you persist, there will be a response." Aaron's expression did not change.
"Confused!"
Mr. Ge retorted disapprovingly: "You are inherently deficient. You can practice martial arts with half the effort. It may take a year to feel a little bit of Qi and blood. How long does it take to gain strength? Ten years, twenty years? How many twenty years are there in life? Oh... even if you
It will take twenty years to achieve great success in Ming Jin, but at that time you will be over forty, old and frail, your Qi and blood have passed their peak and are beginning to decline rapidly. You will have no hope of Dark Jin for the rest of your life... and you will be plagued by all kinds of diseases! And your life span will be shortened!"
"That's it. Thank you Mr. Ge for your advice."
Aaron sincerely thanked him.
But he thought in his heart: 'Martial arts training is really miserable... Oh, it turns out I still have countless twenty years... Then it's okay!'
"Alas... an elm head is really rotten wood that cannot be carved!"
Mr. Ge sat back on the recliner and groaned angrily.
On the other hand, Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu next to them were jealous: "Mr. Ge...that cheap decoction..."
The life of the poor is cheap!
Even if you lose your life, as long as you can make rapid progress in martial arts, some people will be tempted!
"Haha...Young people, you are still too young. When you reach my age, you will know that life and youth are the most precious things."
Mr. Ge touched his beard: "The old lady gave me the nickname 'Ge Changsheng'. He is the best at maintaining health. He has lived with countless people and never harmed anyone. If you want to drink my 'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup', please take my pulse first."
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He checked the pulses of Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu again, and then nodded: "You..."
Mr. Ge pointed at Huang Dacheng: "He is strong and can drink six bowls!"
"You!" This time it was Liang Wu: "You can drink five bowls."
"As for you?" He finally looked at Aaron: "Three bowls at most. Please note that if you continue to drink this bowl, your life will be gone in a few years... Alas, I advise you one last time, what's the benefit of practicing martial arts? It will shorten your lifespan.
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'If you let me drink for free, I can drink until you go bankrupt!'
Aaron secretly rolled his eyes and said sternly: "How can anyone live forever after fifty years of life?! It's enough to be able to live happily past forty. If a man dies, he will die. There is nothing else to ask for!"
"Good brother, this is exactly what I want to say."
Liang Wu's eyes turned red.
"After fifty years of life, how can anyone be immortal? Okay...this sentence is interesting." Mr. Ge looked a little surprised: "But selling medicine in a medicine hall is a business...'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup' received a favor of one tael of silver.
A bowl! Buy it now and boil it now, take it while it’s hot, the medicine will be most effective... As for the prescription, it’s the work of this young man’s whole life, so you don’t have to think about it.”
Mr. Ge's last sentence contained a warning, but Aaron had no intention of doing so.
In other words, not now.
After all, anyone who can open a medicine hall next to Qingshan Martial Arts School must have a stronger background than him!
"But these two taels of silver are really too expensive. Can I get a discount?"
"Haha... Those rich kids often cost more than a hundred taels of silver for a pair of tonic decoctions... Taking this dose of decoction is equivalent to taking a bowl of tonic decoction, and it will not damage the foundation of martial arts training. Think about the effect...
"
Mr. Ge chuckled, obviously he would not lower the price again.
"I dare to ask Mr. Ge, how often do those rich kids drink the tonic decoction?"
Aaron thought for a while and asked the last question.
"It may take three to five days, or six or seven days, depending on the family background... On the other hand, the proud daughter 'Cao Hongyan' is said to take medicinal food every day!"
Elder Ge replied slowly.
'really!'
'The rich spend their money, the poor spend their lives!'
'What's even more tragic is that the poor's lives are gone...the rich still have a lot of money...'
Aaron thought to himself, he was quite moved when he saw Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu.
In fact, he was even more moved. After all, he didn't lack much of lifespan anyway.
But...no money!
‘There are 60 to 70 chances that life will not be as you wish...’
'My original plan was to successfully enter the martial arts school, and preferably gain the master's favor, so that I wouldn't have to be afraid of the smiling tiger at all...'
'It's a pity... I didn't expect that my martial arts qualifications are really bad... Even if two months have passed, I may not be able to grasp the energy and blood!'
'If you want to make money, the fastest way is to go to Taize Lake...'
'But it's not impossible to go back. Fortunately, I was prepared!'
…
At this time, another person walked in.
The medicine boy saw that he knew him and shouted: "Master... I have a regular customer, and I want to catch the 'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup'!"
"Um."
This prescription is precious, and many medicinal materials are secretly prepared by Ge Lao, so he has to prepare and decoct the medicine himself... to put it bluntly, it is to prevent leaks!
Mr. Ge stood up slowly and went to the pharmacy behind to get medicine.
Aaron and the others looked at the visitor, but suddenly they were stunned: "Three catties?"
The visitor was surprisingly sleeping in a Datong bunkhouse, and Song Sanjin had already begun to sense his energy and blood!
"You...are here too!"
Song Sanjin had an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Good guy...it turns out you knew this a long time ago, but you just didn't tell us!" Huang Dacheng said angrily: "What kind of talent is good? It turns out you also rely on drinking medicine!"
Song Sanjin's face gradually turned red and his voice became louder: "What happened to the medicine? My family knows this news and paid money to find out. Why should I tell you?"
‘This little boat of friendship is about to capsize...’
Aaron was a little helpless, rubbing his forehead and walking out of the medicine hall.
He looked at Huang Dacheng and the others. If he was still a little hesitant at first, now he saw the living example of Song Sanjin. He was afraid that he would have to drink a bowl of 'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup' even if he was trying to sell iron!
'But in fact, a bowl of 'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup' is only equivalent to a bowl of tonic medicine for a rich kid...If your qualifications are really bad, one or two bowls may not have much effect.'
With some thoughts, Aaron returned to the room.
Ma Zhu was the only one in the room. In addition, there were three white cloth sandbags placed side by side on the Kang.
"A senior brother came over just now and said it was something given to you three by Senior Sister Li from the inner courtyard."
Ma Zhu stared blankly at the wall, lost in thought, and suddenly spoke.
"Thank you."
Aaron picked up a medicinal sand bag and smelled the aroma of some medicinal materials on the tip of his nose.
But it was so messy that he couldn't distinguish it.
Think about it, if you can reverse crack it casually, how can Qingshan Martial Arts School make money?
He put the sandbag on the table, picked up the quicksand palm, and slapped it down with one palm!
Snap!
The table trembled, and a palm print was dented on the medicine bag.
Aaron's expression remained unchanged, and he slapped again, this time using the back of his hand.
With the continuous beating, the medicinal fragrance of the medicinal sand bag becomes more and more intense. Every time you clap your hands, it seems that a hint of coolness flows into your palms.
‘This medicated sandbag is used to exercise palm strength, and it is indeed very effective!’
'However, after repeated exercise like this, the fragrance of the medicine will disappear after ten days, and then it will hurt the hand.'
Bang bang!
Bang bang!
Ma Zhu turned his head and seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore: "This medicine sandbag can't hold it for long... The inability to sense Qi and blood in two months means that the talent for learning martial arts is insufficient, and it will be difficult to become a master in the future... And the entire Qingshan Martial Arts School
, the only two people who can truly be called masters are Master and Senior Brother!"
"oh."
Aaron answered calmly and continued to hone his palm strength.
"Did you listen to me? We people are all trash! There is no hope!" Ma Zhu couldn't help it and began to say angrily.
"It's not your fault to be mediocre, but it's not your fault to feel sorry for yourself."
Aaron didn't look back and continued beating the sandbags.
Ma Zhu did not realize anything, but became even more angry. He simply fell on the bed, pulled the quilt, covered his head and face, and was completely depressed...
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Ten days later.
Aaron threw away the sandbag that had no medicinal effect at all and glanced at the attribute panel:
[Martial Arts: Quicksand Palm (Introduction)]
"It's really disappointing..."
He murmured and walked into the room.
Over the past few days, some people have come and gone in the yard.
After Song Sanjin and Huang Dacheng had a quarrel, they moved to another yard.
It is said that he has initially grasped the energy and blood. As long as he masters the 'Quicksand Palm Technique' and understands the 'Quicksand Intention', he can try to refine the energy and blood into Ming Jin and become a powerful martial artist!
As for Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu, after each taking a bowl of 'Qinglong Life-Destroying Soup', they practiced harder and harder, but in the end they were just a little bit behind and still couldn't sense Qi and blood.
Aaron had already expected this.
Song Sanjin may have good natural talent, and with the help of decoction and medicine, he was able to sense Qi and blood through all his life.
It's normal to have one person with good talent in a yard, but two or three are monsters!
After Liang Wu cried a lot, he accepted his fate. He came a few days earlier than Aaron and was already packing his bags.
Huang Dacheng, on the other hand, refused to give up and drank the decoction again. Recently, he was borrowing money from everywhere with red eyes and was preparing to renew his studies for another two months. He even asked Aaron for help!