Ask about the Immortal Way

Half an hour later, the water temperature turned cold, and the two reluctantly climbed out of the medicine tank.

Qin Sang still had regular evening classes and practiced boxing. Qin Sang had formed a habit. At Haishi, he returned to his room and started practicing the "Netherworld Sutra" again.

After the cycle was completed, Qin Sang suddenly stopped practicing and opened his eyes with a look of shock.

During this period of time, he has become accustomed to small progress every time, but today is suddenly different. In just one week, he can catch up with the progress he made in half a day in the past!

Qin Sang felt that the 'qi' in his body was obviously much stronger, and he quickly fell into concentration again and continued to the next week.

The improvement was still obvious on the second week, but it was smaller than the last time. Qin Sang continued to control the operation of the technique. With each week, the improvement effect gradually decreased, until the ninth week, it became the same as usual. .

After the Nine Heavens, Qin Sang lay down. He should have slept for an hour to replenish his energy, but he was too excited to fall asleep.

The only explanation for the sudden progress today is the medicinal bath last night. Unexpectedly, the prescription passed down by the old Taoist priest can not only strengthen the body and strengthen the body, but is also effective for the "Netherworld Sutra".

Worthy of being a royal doctor.

Qin Sang secretly rejoiced that "Fuhu Long Fist" was really used properly. Fortunately, Mingyue was also dragged into the water, otherwise the old Taoist would never be able to come up with the prescription for him alone!

Thinking of this, Qin Sang quickly recalled that his memory seemed to have improved, and he wrote down the prescription accurately. In the future, he would be able to pick and prepare the medicine by himself without leaving the old way.

With the help of the medicinal bath, Qin Sang finally saw the dawn of a breakthrough. He was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep. Soon it was daylight. Qin Sang got up and hurried to the Qingyang Hall to make a fire and boil the medicine.

After the master and apprentice finished washing, they came to the main hall. It was the first time they saw Qin Sang being so active and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Ji Xin Taoist priest stroked his long beard and said with a smile, "How about it? How effective is Pindao's prescription?"

"You are indeed a miracle doctor! Miracle medicine!"

Qin Sang gave a thumbs up repeatedly and approached with a flattering face, "Taoist Priest, how many ancient prescriptions do you still have? Can you show them all so that I can see them all?"

Taoist priest Ji Xin snorted loudly and walked away.

Mingyue came close to Qin Sang, moved her back unnaturally, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how did you feel last night? Why did I feel unbearably hot and numb inside my body, and I didn't fall asleep until very late? , I don’t think it’s any good.”

Mingyue must have been affected by the power of the medicine, but Mingyue didn't know the "Netherworld Sutra", so it was estimated that the efficiency of absorbing the power of the medicine was far less than that of herself, and it was all wasted as heat.

Qin Sang made nonsense, "Oh, don't be afraid, you have reached puberty."

Until the medicinal bath, Mingyue was still asking what puberty was.

Soaking in the medicinal soup, Qin Sang thought about the gradual weakening of the medicinal power during his practice last night. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought to himself what would happen if he ran the "Netherworld Sutra" while taking a medicinal bath?

To practice the exercises, you only need to sit and meditate. The medicine soup is turbid, and the postures below cannot be seen from the outside. Qin Sang did it as soon as he thought of it, and immediately sat cross-legged and started to operate the exercises.

Unexpectedly, before a week was completed, Qin Sang suddenly felt a slight pain in his meridians. He was very familiar with this feeling and hurriedly stopped practicing.

Mingyue was still concentrating with her eyes closed and didn't notice Qin Sang's little movements.

Qin Sang looked down at the medicinal soup and his eyes narrowed slightly. The color of the soup around him was actually much lighter than that around Mingyue. If it weren't for the dim light in Qingyang Palace, it would be easy to tell.

Qin Sang hurriedly mixed the medicinal soup and felt the qi in his body. The progress was indeed very great, but the pain coming from the meridians was too clear, and he might be overwhelmed the next moment.

It seemed that absorbing too much medicinal power might not be a good thing, so Qin Sang temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going out and setting up his own business.

Later, Qin Sang had to be patient and only absorb it for a short while at a time.

After the last medicinal bath on the seventh day, the medicinal power in the medicinal soup became very thin, and Qin Sang dared to let go of his hands and feet to absorb it. He did not stop until all the medicinal power was absorbed, without wasting any of it.

After taking the medicinal bath, Qin Sang and Mingyue scraped out the remaining medicinal residue and poured it out. The originally dark medicinal soup now became somewhat clear.

"Senior brother, why hasn't master come back yet?"

Mingyue held the wooden ladle, stood at the door of the Taoist temple, looked out, and asked worriedly.

Today is another auspicious day. There is a family building a new house in the ferry. They chose today to install the beams and asked the old man to do some rituals and pray for blessings. Now it is going to be completely dark. In the past, it was almost time to do evening classes at this time, and the old man has not come back yet. .

Qin Sang frowned and said, "You stay in the Taoist temple while I go down the mountain to meet the Taoist master."

The donkey was ridden away by the old Taoist priest. Qin Sang picked up a wooden stick and walked down the mountain.

The jungle was so dense that only a black hole could be seen at the end of the mountain road. When the night wind blew, there was a roaring noise all around, as if there were countless ghosts waving their teeth and claws.

Qin Sang didn't think it was that scary. Although he only knew a rudimentary boxing technique, after practicing the "Netherworld Sutra", his ears and eyes were sharp, his hands and feet were nimble, and his movements were quick. Even if he encountered a bad wolf, he would still have the confidence to fight.

Mingyue and Qin Sang were classmates in martial arts, but they were not his enemies together, so they were very depressed.

However, before Qin Sang walked down the mountain, he saw three black figures. Qin Sang had good eyesight and saw that the one in front of him was Taoist Ji Xin.

"Taoist Priest, why did you come home so late today?"

Qin Sang ran over to help lead the donkey and looked at the stranger following the Taoist priest.

This man is very thin and carries a big baggage.

When they were far away, Qin Sang thought that the old Taoist priest had brought back a girl, but when he got closer, he saw clearly that it was an old man.

He is only a little taller than the dwarf, with a stooped back and a sallow face full of wrinkles. He looks to be in his fifties or sixties, but his steps are brisk and he can walk very steadily on the steep mountain roads. He follows closely behind the old Taoist. , at first glance, they are poor people walking hard.

"He is Donator Wu," the old Taoist priest gestured to Qin Sang, "Donator Wu can't speak and works as a tracker at the first ferry. He used to be a northerner. He just escaped and couldn't find a place to live. I invite him If you come to Taoist Temple to live for a while and there is no one in your room, let him live next door to you."

Then he said to the mute, "This kid's name is Qin Sang. He has a lot of eyes. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, ask him for help."

Qin Sang was full of secrets, and of course he didn't want anyone to live next to him, but the Taoist temple didn't belong to him, so he could only endure his displeasure and said hello, "Old Wu, from now on you can call me Qin Sang...yes!"

Qin Sang patted his mouth lightly and said with a smile, "I don't know how to talk, so don't mind."

Old Wu's expression was awkward, he stretched out his hand and gestured repeatedly, and made a few ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he was indeed mute.

There was nothing to say to a mute, so the three of them walked back to the Taoist temple in silence. Old Wu followed them for dinner, and Qin Sang led him to identify the house.

Back at Qingyang Hall, Qin Sang asked the old Taoist priest about Lao Wu, and the old Taoist priest sighed.