The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have a very good understanding.

Qingshan Village.

After saying goodbye to Er Niu, Su Changqing entered the village.

At this time, the night was gradually falling, and the villagers were returning from the fields, chatting in twos and threes.

"Hey, I don't know what's happened to my family recently. I keep coughing every day. The wind and cold haven't been this severe in the past."

"Who says it's not the case? Su Laoba, who lives next door to me, coughed so much that he couldn't get out of bed today. I heard that many people in the village are sick."

"Hey, there's no doctor in the village, so I can only stand up like this. I don't know when it will be better."

Listening to the distant voice, Su Changqing gradually frowned.

He didn't expect that the wind and cold would be so severe this time that many people would get sick.

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, Chang Qing is back."

While Su Changqing was deep in thought, Su Wenlin walked towards him, coughing violently.

"Uncle Wenlin, you..." Su Changqing frowned even more tightly.

When I saw Su Wenlin in the morning, he wasn't that serious yet. Just one day later, he was coughing like this?

"Ahem, it's okay."

Su Wenlin waved his hand weakly and sighed:

"That's how we mountain people are. No matter how strong our bodies are, a serious illness will cost us half our lives."

"It's okay if you can get through, but you can't get through."

After a pause, Su Wenlin sighed, shook his head and left.

Su Changqing frowned even more tightly. After taking a look at the medical skills in his arms, he walked home a little faster.

When the villagers not far from here saw this scene, they secretly gave Su Wenlin a thumbs up.

Su Wenlin first grinned, then looked at Su Changqing's leaving figure and sighed,

"After this incident, even if there are suddenly a dozen people missing from the village, it won't be too sudden, and it will be easier to accept."

"Boy, your Uncle Wenlin is waiting for you to come back at Su's house. We will accept whether he will be beaten or scolded."

In peaceful times, with the power of the Su family, it wouldn't be a big deal to raise a few dandy disciples.

But that's not possible now. In the future, the Su family's generation of tripod bearers must be outstanding enough.

And just when he thought of this, he saw a sneaky figure sneaking into the village.

Seeing that familiar face, Su Wenlin suddenly became furious and roared,

"Little bastard, get over here!"

Erniu, who had just returned, was trembling all over and came to Su Wenlin with his head hanging down.

"You brat, are you going out to play again?"

Su Wenlin pulled Er Niu's ears and said in an angry tone: "Have you mastered the Jingtao Sword Technique? Have you condensed the secret skill of your life?"

"It's been more than half a year and I haven't broken through to the fourth level yet. Do you want to make me angry to death?"

"Something happened in the Su family. I have to leave early in a few days. Before I leave, I want to take good care of your cultivation!"

Erniu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he said with a sad face: "Dad, you don't know how to swordsmanship, what can you teach me?"

"Don't worry and go, I will definitely practice well."

Su Wenlin sneered, "I don't know how to use swordsmanship, but can I still beat people?"

"As long as you beat me hard, there is no sword that you can't master. Follow me!"

Along with a burst of ghostly howling, Erniu was dragged by his father to go to devil training.

On the other side, Su Changqing also returned home.

After saying hello to his parents, he went into the room and took out the strange scroll of heavenly medicine.

More and more people in the village were suffering from wind and cold, which made him feel a little urgent.

Su Changqing took out the book in his arms with anticipation in his eyes.

The Heavenly Medicine Curious Scroll is very thick, and the paper on which it is recorded is different from ordinary ones and is very tough.

The characters recorded on it are very small and as fiber-like as chestnuts. Although there is only one copy, it has many more fonts than the books Su Changqing has read in the past two days.

"Are there so many kinds of diseases in the world?"

With doubts, Su Changqing held the book and started reading.

The knowledge in the book is very complex, including not only related pathologies, but also various types of elixirs and their combinations.

The strange thing is that this book does not record any prescriptions. Instead, it explains a disease very thoroughly and then prepares it yourself.

Gradually, Su Changqing was completely immersed in it, and a large amount of knowledge quickly poured into his mind.

Different from others, this book was very difficult for him to read because there were too many combinations of various medicinal materials.

Different diseases often require hundreds of spiritual materials. At the same time, these hundreds of spiritual materials need to be changed according to the different conditions of the disease.

The vast knowledge made Su Changqing intoxicated.

At the same time, he has a very special understanding of "medicine" and "disease", which is a path of heavenly medicine that is not inferior to Confucianism and Taoism.

Unknowingly, the night passed, and it wasn't until the sky brightened that Su Changqing woke up.

For some reason, even though he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel tired at all.

"Is it because I am about to read Haoran Qi?"

Su Changqing had an excited look on his face, which was a good sign for him.

"While there is still a lot of time left to study, let's collect the medicinal materials first."

In one night, Su Changqing only read one-fifth of the "Celestial Medicine" volume, but this was enough for him.

Wind and cold are just minor illnesses recorded in books.

Although he has never been cured, after reading a book all night, he can now give no less than a hundred examples of ways to cure it just by thinking about it.

The main problem now is medicinal materials.

There are no doctors in Qingshan Village, and no one has grown medicinal materials. Su Changqing needs to find a way to do this by himself.

But this is not a difficult task. There are mountains around Qingshan Village, and there is no shortage of these things.

"There are many wild animals in the mountains. If it were a few days ago, I really wouldn't dare to go, but now I am somewhat confident."

Su Changqing smiled confidently. Although the sword skills he practiced were broken, they were still powerful.

For those large wild animals, even if they can't kill them, they can still scare them away.

Thinking of this, Su Changqing didn't rush to leave, but went to the firewood room to choose a suitable wooden stick and cut it into the shape of a wooden sword.

After playing with it briefly, he nodded with satisfaction.

Sword skills, sword skills, without a sword, always lack a bit of momentum.

Now that the wooden stick has been replaced with a wooden sword, although it is only a simple change, it is much more convenient.

"While there is time, just call Erniu together."

"If you have a helper in danger, you can also teach him sword skills."

Thinking of this, Su Changqing didn't delay, holding the newly-made wooden sword, and went straight to Su Wenlin's house next door.

In the room, Su Nan looked at Su Changqing who was leaving, and said in some confusion:

"He was reading well, why did he play with the sword? Changqing has never learned swordsmanship?"

He had severely warned the people of the Su family that no one could teach Changqing the method of cultivation in advance.

Ye Shu, who was standing next to him, didn't feel anything was wrong, and said casually:

"Can Ruxian's teaching method be the same as that of ordinary people? Maybe it's a homework for Changqing."

Su Nan suddenly understood when he heard this.

Since it was Mr. Li's homework, it made sense.