Zhang Rongfang walked slowly behind the counter, weighed the medicinal materials with a small scale, wrapped them in paper bags, collected the money, and handed them to the patients.
"The amount is suitable for seven days. Hold it carefully and don't drop it or spill it."
"Thank you, Pharmacist Zhang." The patient was a middle-aged man who kept coughing and had a sallow complexion. Judging from his clothing, he seemed to be from a wealthy family.
I just don’t know why I suddenly came here to prescribe medicine.
Zhang Rongfang threw the large sum of money into the drawer, thinking that his sister might be secretly taking care of the business.
But these little things don't matter.
Anyway, he just opened a store to find a place to live and to hide his identity.
After settling down in Wushan Mansion, he has become more and more relaxed recently.
No one was looking for trouble, no turmoil, no fighting.
Every day I just open a shop, eat, and sleep.
Lu Meisha, on the other hand, would often come over for no apparent reason, looking for trouble.
For example, now.
Peng!
The store door was pushed open with great force, and Lu Meisha jumped over the threshold with a small jump.
"Look at the Qing Gong I just practiced, how about it!?"
She put her hands on her hips and jumped out from the threshold again, then jumped in, jumped out, in, and out
Zhang Rongfang glanced blankly at the threshold, which was only a dozen centimeters high. He didn't know for a moment whether she was joking or really asking a question.
"good."
He thought for a moment and answered briefly and to the point.
"Haha, you answered so simply, are you afraid that I will surpass you? Don't worry, I am just a beginner. The master who apprenticed me said that although I am very talented, it will take at least three or four years to reach a high level." Lu
Meisha said slightly proudly.
"Three or four years?" Zhang Rongfang didn't want to talk. A normal genius would be thankful if he could reach the third rank in three or four years.
This one is really beautiful.
"Did you think it was a fake?" Lu Meisha suddenly became even more proud. "Let me tell you, I also thought it was a fake at first, and then I asked him about his arrangements carefully. The martial artist told me that because of my talent, I
He is extraordinary and has a good family background. As long as he can manage enough medicinal materials and supplies, he will surely surpass most people in no time.
After all, many medicinal materials are so expensive that most people can’t even afford them if they lose all their money. So it’s normal for me to be faster than those ordinary geniuses.”
This reason makes sense.
Zhang Rongfang was speechless.
"And don't look down on me for being short in qinggong. I've just started learning it, and I will get better and better in the future!" Lu Meisha said seriously.
"Then work hard." Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and started meditating again.
Recently, he could vaguely feel that there were masters around his sister from time to time. Most of these masters were at the ninth level or below, but occasionally one or two super-levels would appear.
In a place like Wushan Mansion, it is a strange thing to have a super product.
Super-grade ones are not cabbage, and they will not be easily dispatched by any force. After all, many super-grade ones are also potential seeds for higher-level warriors in the future.
After noticing that the power around his sister had become stronger, Zhang Rongfang slowly shifted his attention from the outside world to the inside of the house.
He needs to determine what is going on with his sister and how it is related to Confucianism.
Among Confucianists, the most convenient place to obtain information is naturally Dongfang Fort.
Zhang Rongfang went to Dongfang Fort, but Dongfang Mu's answer left him speechless.
This guy doesn't seem to know much. He just said that Wushan is one of the places where Confucian power gathers. He also deliberately kept it secretive and refused to explain.
Zhang Rong simply sent his subordinates to investigate in the city.
"Hey, in two days, a new Western-style store will open in the city. It was opened by a Western businessman who fled to Wushan. Do you want to go and have a look?" Lu Meisha asked while sitting outside the counter.
"I don't want to go." Zhang Rongfang replied, "By the way, can I ask a question?"
"What? You said." Lu Meisha raised her eyebrows. She had recently become accustomed to Zhang Rongfang's taciturn way of responding. This time she took the initiative to ask, it was a bit new.
"What are your plans for the future?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"What?"
"That's right, you are not young now. What are you going to do in the future? You can't always run to me, right?" Zhang Rongfang said.
"." Lu Meisha was stunned immediately.
After a while, she stood up and walked silently toward the door.
"excuse me."
Looking at her leaving figure, Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly. He didn't know what she was thinking.
However, he didn't have time to pay much attention to it. He had to keep looking for goals to fulfill his childhood wish.
Immediately, he closed his eyes and entered the meditative state.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.
My sister Zhang Rongyu takes care of the baby every day at home, and my nephew's arms and legs are gradually getting stronger, and he is finally not ugly anymore.
A full-moon party for drawing lots was held in the house, and my nephew was allowed to crawl around on a large piece of red cloth and grab whatever he wanted.
As a result, the little guy grabbed a toy knife and an enlightenment reading book.
So there were two more teachers in the house.
One is dedicated to teaching the little guy how to read, and the other is dedicated to conditioning the little guy's body and laying the foundation for future martial arts training.
Even before they started practicing martial arts, they took turns taking various medicinal decoctions and taking baths every day. Money was flowing out like water, but their sister Zhang Rongyu and brother-in-law Su Daheqi didn't care at all.
While thriving with his nephew, Zhang Rongfang also gained new attribute points again and devoted all his efforts to life.
He would challenge the Stone God every other week.
Being able to take advantage of the enemy already ensured that he would not be injured. In fact, the frequent fights were just to find out as much as possible the full capabilities of Canshen.
In more than a month, Zhang Rongfang has made it clear that for a remnant god like Shi Shen, apart from divine pressure and immortality, the biggest difficulty is absolute defense.
He couldn't hurt the Stone God. Even the blood he relied on before could only cause very little damage to the Stone God. He couldn't even break the skin.
In addition, the opponent has the same self-healing ability as him and has a similar speed.
As soon as it was injured, it healed immediately.
There is absolutely no way to fight this except for water milling skills.
So Zhang Rongfang began to send people to inquire about the whereabouts of the demon soldiers while looking for other ways to break through the defenses of gods and Buddhas.
It's a pity that there are no clues whether it's over there, Dongfang Mu, or anywhere else.
It seems that there is only one way to deal with gods and Buddhas, and that is the gods and Buddhas themselves.
Time passes again.
While Zhang Rongfang sent people to investigate and search, he lived peacefully in the city. He went to his sister's place to tease his nephew every day, and occasionally heard news from outside: the great sect headed by the Taoist sect had swept through small sects all over the country and was invincible in the world.
In such an ordinary day.
My nephew was finally able to stand.
And Zhang Rongfang finally waited, his new life value exceeded 100.
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On the immortal platform.
Zhang Rongfang is wearing a Taoist robe, his temperament is more serious than before, and his height has gradually shrunk, returning to 1.9 meters.
With the increase in life attributes, he can now clearly feel that his body seems to be constantly expanding, getting bigger, getting bigger, and getting bigger.
As the attributes of Qi and blood increase, it becomes more and more like a bomb, compressed in this small body, waiting to be released.
This feeling is very subtle, as if his body shape is gradually becoming a prop to restrain himself.
call.
Zhang Rongfang took a long breath.
The breath was long and extended to one meter away. A faint gust of wind formed, causing the mist in front to be stirred up and dispersed.
chirp
A little red bird fell from the sky, landed gently on Zhang Rongfang's shoulder and stood there, combing its feathers with its beak crooked.
This is the one he raised in Tianbao Palace and was taken back a while ago.
By the stream below Renxian Terrace, Qing Suzheng and Ding Yu were herding cattle. They now began to cooperate to herd cattle and sheep in Yuannu Gorge.
Because the mist is shrouded in the mist, the cattle and sheep don't have to worry about getting lost when moving around. They will go back on their own when encountering the outer layer of mist, so it is a completely natural grazing land.
As for feed, there is a large lawn beside the stream.
If it's not enough, send people outside to cut some.
"This is the life I wanted before. Stable and peaceful. No one would disturb me." Zhang Rongfang sighed.
"Master." Behind him, Chang Yuqing, dressed in gray training clothes, walked onto the stage with heavy steps.
"This disciple is about to get sick again."
Her face turned a little pale and she felt very bad.
"Have you done everything you were asked to do before?" Zhang Rongfang turned back and looked at this disciple whose qualifications and understanding were among the strongest among those he had ever seen.
"Everything has been done. I have also explained it to my family. From now on, I can practice here with peace of mind." San Yuqing's eyes darkened.
She just went back and left a copy of the letter for her parents, saying that in order to fulfill her wish, she decided to travel alone.
After that, they stopped contacting each other and stayed in Yuannu Gorge, helping compile the classics of Renxian Temple every day, and went to Wushan Mansion to do some weird things for some children.
Although she didn't understand what those things meant, she would do it as long as the master asked.
"How do you understand martial arts?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.
"I already understand. In the previous martial arts test, which was purely a competition of moves, Senior Brother Ding and the others are no longer my opponents." Chang Yuqing replied in a deep voice.
"Take action against me." Zhang Rongfang said.
"yes!"
Chang Yuqing nodded, took a step forward, gently pulled out a soft sword from his waist.
As soon as the sword light is displayed, a set of basic sword techniques is modeled on the Taoist teachings and fused with many other martial arts. Jian creates a basic sword technique that can be used easily and naturally.
The bright silver sword light slashed at Zhang Rongfang's upper body, but he turned sideways and dodged it.
One of the two attacked and the other defended. The movements were not fast, but with the same speed and movement, Chang Yuqing was like playing chess. He found a good angle in advance where Zhang Rongfang was hiding and stood in front of him.
As a result, Zhang Rongfang's response to her sword moves was disrupted several times.
The more he fought, the more surprised he became.
At the same speed of movement, Chang Yuqing's understanding of martial arts has now reached a basic level of taking advantage of the enemy.
This kind of understanding is simply...
Many martial artists have practiced martial arts all their lives, but they may not be as good as her in just a few months.
"Okay, that's enough." Zhang Rongfang clamped his fingers and accurately fixed the tip of the soft sword.
"You have learned very well in martial arts. So here is the last question. There is artistic conception in martial arts, and it contains the essence, spirit, and will of the founder.
But what is most suitable for us martial artists is our own martial arts that is completely based on our own energy and spirit."
"You mean" Chang Yuqing was stunned. "Create your own martial arts?"
"More than that, it goes deeper." Zhang Rongfang smiled and said, "The realm of martial arts is nothing more than physical fighting, Qi fighting, and spiritual fighting! It is called the three aspects of essence, energy, and spirit. And now that you have understood what physical fighting is, the next step is