A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

The medicinal power of the blood deer antler, which turned into a warm current, was consumed as soon as it was released from the stomach, and it was unable to spread to the organs and limbs.

At the beginning of the half hour, Duan Rong did not feel the remaining medicinal power and vitality in the meridians of the whole body.

However, at this time, the remaining medicinal power was absorbed, and the lack of medicinal power of the blood deer antler was immediately revealed.

Duan Rong then dispersed his power. He felt that he could not practice anymore. Although his mental power could barely support it, his body had already felt a loss.

If he continued to practice, it might cause physical damage.

Duan Rong's slightly listless eyes flashed with a strong doubt.

If he could only stand for an hour and a half a day, how long would it take to cultivate the second level of internal breath?

You must know that the second level of internal breath is fundamentally different from the first level.

The first level of internal breath is actually mainly to condense the remaining innate true essence in the meridians and transform it into internal breath. It is more about gradually tapping the potential of the body. The key is to understand the method. If the method is appropriate, it can be achieved quickly.

But the second level of internal breath is to further strengthen the internal breath in the Dantian meridians. At this time, the potential of the body has been fully tapped. It depends entirely on breathing and the transformation of the medicinal power entering the body to gradually transform the external into the internal and strengthen the internal breath. Therefore, the speed is much slower.

Duan Rong felt that there must be solutions to the problems he encountered in practicing the second level.

As long as he finds a solution, he can continue to complete the second level of internal breath practice at a demonic speed.

"The key is how to find a solution?"

Duan Rong's right thumb rubbed back and forth at the first joint of his index finger...

This was his habitual action when thinking in his previous life. Although his soul traveled to another world, this little action that was infected into his soul also came with it.

In fact, the best way now is to ask Xiao Zongting.

After all, Xiao Zongting is the chief instructor of Yuanshun Escort Agency, and it is his duty to teach apprentices.

And although Xiao Zongting has lost all his martial arts now, he was once the chief of Yuanshun Escort Agency. With his previous cultivation level, it is more than enough for him to instruct Duan Rong.

However, when Duan Rong thought of Xiao Zongting's face as black as the bottom of a pot, he immediately gave up the idea.

"Xiao Baiyu is not in good health. If you disturb him at this time, don't make that old man hate me and make things difficult for me later."

Duan Rong's survival experience in his previous life is that it is better to judge others by one's own meanness than to think too well of others.

Duan Rong sighed, but apart from Xiao Zongting, he really couldn't think of anyone else to ask.

Duan Rong's originally gloomy eyes suddenly flashed.

"I can look up information!" Duan Rong suddenly remembered his previous life, when he was a senior and doing his graduation thesis.

Their mentor was the vice president. He had meetings every day and was busy with projects. He had no time to take care of them and could only give them guidance occasionally.

Most of the problems were solved by themselves by looking up information in the library.

Duan Rong has experience in this regard.

There is a bundle of books in the dormitory. Look for it first. If you can't find it, go to the bookstalls on the antique street to look for it.

Duan Rong thought of a way and started to work immediately.

He returned to the dormitory and began to flip through the books one by one.

Half an incense stick later, there was really a book in the bundle that mentioned the problem he encountered.

It was a yellowed book called "Miscellaneous Notes on Ancient Rhymes".

This book introduces the history of the changes in the rhymes of the world of Kyushu.

The author of this book, whose real name is unknown, is a pseudonym Guanyun, and is a rhyme enthusiast.

But at the end of this book, there is a self-narration.

Guanyun tells his life in more detail.

Guanyun was born in a wealthy family. He practiced martial arts when he was young, but because of an accident, his dantian was destroyed by someone.

Because he couldn't practice martial arts and was unhappy, he devoted himself to the study of rhymes to express his feelings, so he wrote this book.

Perhaps Guan Yun missed his short martial arts career very much, so he described the part of his martial arts practice in great detail.

In his autobiography, he mentioned a single prescription he used when practicing the second level of internal breath, and listed in detail the several herbs in the single prescription and their respective dosages.

Duan Rong had never heard of the names of most of the herbs, and only knew two of them roughly.

Bear bile powder, and blood ginseng slices!

But just from these two herbs, you can imagine the preciousness of this single prescription. Although the dosage is not much, according to Duan Rong's understanding, these two herbs are much more expensive than blood deer antlers.

"How about trying two doses?"

Duan Rong held the yellowed book, and his eyes showed hesitation.

"It can't be poison, right? This Guanyun wouldn't be so bored that he would deliberately leave a problematic prescription in his autobiography to intentionally harm people?"

"It shouldn't be. Let's go to the herbal medicine shop and ask first!"

No mistakes, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

Duan Rong made up his mind, copied the prescription on a piece of rice paper, folded it and put it in his inner pocket, left the dormitory, and went to the herbal medicine shop on the street.

Duan Rong has been to this herbal medicine shop twice, so he is familiar with it.

The thin middle-aged clerk behind the counter took the list handed over by Duan Rong, and a strange look appeared on his face.

"What? Buddy, is there something wrong with this prescription?" Duan Rong noticed the change in the clerk's expression and asked immediately.

"Then ... that's not ..." The thin guy glanced at Duan Rong strangely, saying, "In this unilateral, each medicine is a precious medicinal material, and a single medicinal material must be fine. There is no problem, guests you have to ask you to open a unilateral person.

Duan Rong saw this group of dripping back, and glanced at him.

The biopharmaceutical shops in this world are different from previous lives. Many warriors will patronize. It can be said that this is a huge profit industry for serving high -end customer groups. Therefore, the quality of the guy in this shop is naturally top.

"Since each medicine is fine, it should be not a problem." Duan Rongxin thought.

Duan Rong was hesitant a little, and it seemed to finally make up his mind. Looking at the thin guy and asked, "How much silver?"

"Guest, wait."

The thin guy came to take an abacus, looking at the unilateral, while pulling the abacus beads.

After a few breaths, the sound of the abacus beads stopped.

The thin guy raised his head, and the voice said warmly: "One dose is 82 two -two dollars. Touch the zero head, one dose of medicine is to collect you 82 two silver."

The muscles on Duan Rong's face pulled a bit, like being stepped onto the tail, and said with a look: "Eighty -two or two?"

Duan Rong's face was black, and he walked out of the child's shop with a single side in his hand. He gritted his teeth before holding back the unilateral one in his hand.

His total assets are less than 822, and one dose of medicine will cost 82 or two.

"This is how to spend money, this is clearly burning money!"

Unless there is a stable income flow, he can't afford it.

"The landlord's family dare not spend so much!"

Duan Rong's right -handed thumb and index finger, rubbed it subconsciously ...

"I have to think about it!"