Chapter 540 Decoction (2200 Plus)

"That's right, Ming Jin can be attached not only to the arms, but also to the legs to increase explosive power!"

Aaron's eyes lit up as he watched from the side: "After getting into it, it really is an all-round increase!"

"Master... Sister, please forgive me!"

When Huang Dacheng came to the field, his legs had already started to feel weak.

This made Li Qinglan instinctively displeased.

She is a martial artist, so she likes the kind of tough guy like Junior Brother Fang Yu, who fights against each other when there is a disagreement!

He looks down on Huang Dacheng's soft personality.

As soon as she thought about it, she had already rushed in front of Huang Dacheng, easily blocked Huang Dacheng's substandard palm technique, reached out with both hands, grabbed him, held him high above her head, and threw him out.

Snapped!

"what!"

Huang Dacheng screamed: "My chest hurts...the bone is broken, broken..."

"It's miserable!"

Aaron went over to take a look and found that at least two ribs were broken, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Today is not enough fun, but the disciples of the outer court can no longer make me feel threatened..." Li Qinglan put her hands behind her back: "I will send your medicine sandbags to the yard... Well, those who are injured go to the 'Rejuvenation Hall' next door and find a sitting hall." "Master Ge" treats the wounds...I have already told him that the soup and medicine will be paid for by me."

"Thank you, sister!"

Aaron clasped his fists in salute, supported one with each hand, and the three of them staggered and staggered to the "Rejuvenation Hall" next to Qingshan Martial Arts Hall.

All kinds of medicinal materials are neatly stacked in Huichuntang, and there are busy drug boys behind the counter.

A herbal smell hits the face.

At the front and back of the hall, an old man was lying on a wicker rocking chair with a teacup and teapot in his hand.

He was wearing a Gehuang robe, half-closed his eyes, a yellow wooden hairpin was inserted into his hair, and he had a goatee on his chin.

At this moment, the 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 Academy, and we came here under the order of Senior Sister Li Qinglan..."

Aaron clasped his fists politely.

"I understand, bruises, keep accounts!"

Master Ge stood up and looked at Huang Dacheng first: "The young man has a broken rib? Hehe... Qinglan's little girl is very serious."

He showed it to Liang Wu again: "I have a leg injury, I need a splint..."

Finally grabbed Aaron's arm: "Small injury...it's okay! It will be fine after a night of sleep. Hmm...Who will sign the painting?"

Both Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu were injured, and they may not be able to read.

"Let me 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 signed the charge.

"You can read?"

Elder Ge asked suddenly.

"I understand a little." Aaron cherished words like gold.

"It's rare." Ge Lao nodded, and didn't say much, but looked at Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu: "You have two choices, which is the first... It hurts for a hundred days, I opened it Medicine, you go home and cultivate slowly."

"Doctor, doctor, this won't work, we are all outer court disciples, and now there is only less than a month left."

Huang Dacheng said anxiously, and secretly regretted that he shouldn't have taken on this private job.

"Then you can only choose the second one... If you want to heal the injury quickly, you have to use ruthless medicine, use the medicine of tiger and wolf to cut down the source, stimulate the blood... and shorten the life span!"

Ge Lao 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, too much damage to qi and blood, and life is also shortened...But no martial artist will end well, after four or five years Tens to be riddled with various diseases, even the master of Yijin Huajin cannot escape the vulgarity... It is difficult to die!"

"Should be discounted?"

Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly: "Old Ge, I see those children of everyone are vying to practice martial arts...and taking great tonic decoction."

"What? You little cunning want a dose too?" Elder Ge regained his energy.

This great tonic prescription can make more money than ordinary bruises.

"No, I just want to ask, is there any cheaper one?" Aaron replied without blushing and panting.

"Cheaper ones, of course."

Ge Lao touched his black and white goatee: "But the great tonic decoction contains ginseng, cinnamon, atractylodes macrocephala, exotic animal flesh and other things that can nourish qi and blood, and the emphasis is on 'tonic'. A dose of gold is worth a lot. !"

"And those who want to be cheap can only use crooked methods to cut down their own vitality and stimulate blood... Cheap is cheap, but without external supplements, you can only ask for it from yourself, which is an overdrawn way... life is lost!"

"You boy... let me feel the pulse first."

Elder Ge grabbed Aaron's wrist, carefully examined him, shook his head and said, "You suffered too much when you were young, you were underdeveloped, and you lived in a cold and humid place for a long time, resulting in a loss of both qi and blood. I also missed the best time... and martial arts is the most vital energy, you are like a thin baby, how can you compare with the big guy? Talent is not enough, and it will be useless to practice for two months..."

Of course, the martial arts school will not specifically tell the apprentices about this kind of thing.

After all, open the door to do business, the more fools who send money, the better.

"I believe that if you persevere, there will be repercussions." Aaron's face remained unchanged.

"Confused!"

Ge Lao retorted disapprovingly: "You are born with a lack of talent, and you can get twice the result with half the effort in martial arts. It may be a year before you can feel a little energy and blood. How long will it take to gain strength? Ten years, twenty years? How many twenty years are there in your life? Oh...even if you It takes twenty years to achieve great strength, but at that time, you are over forty, old and frail, your vitality and blood have passed their peak, and begin to decline rapidly, and you will have no hope of dark energy for the rest of your life... and you will be plagued by many diseases! And your life will be shortened!"

"I see, thank you, Mr. Ge, for your guidance."

Aaron sincerely thanks.

But he said in his heart: 'Practicing martial arts is really miserable...Oh, so I still have countless twenty years...That's okay! '

"Ah... an elm head, it's really rotten wood that can't be carved!"

Old Ge sat back on the reclining chair and said angrily.

On the other hand, Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu who were next to him were eager to hear: "Old Ge...that cheap soup..."

The life of the poor is cheap!

Even if one loses one's lifespan, as long as one can practice martial arts and improve by leaps and bounds, some people will be tempted!

"Hehe... Young people, you are still too immature. When you reach my age, you will know that life and youth are the most precious things."

Ge Lao touched his beard: "The old lady gave me the nickname 'Ge Changsheng'. She is the best at maintaining health. She has lived countless lives in her life and never harmed anyone. If you want to drink the old man's 'Qinglong Desperate Soup', first give me a pulse." .”

He checked the pulses of Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu again, and then nodded: "You..."

Ge Lao pointed to Huang Dacheng: "He has a strong physique 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: "At most three bowls, you must know that if you go down with this bowl, you will die for a few years... Sigh, I will persuade you one last time, what good is practicing martial arts? Shorten your lifespan !"

‘If you let me drink for free, I can drink until you go bankrupt! '

Aaron rolled his eyes in secret, and said seriously: "How can anyone live forever for fifty years?! It's enough to be able to live comfortably past forty. If a man dies, he will die. There is nothing else to ask for!"

"My dear brother, that's exactly what I want to say."

Liang Wu's eyes were red.

"After fifty years of life, is there anyone who can live forever? Well... this sentence has a taste." Elder Ge was a little surprised: "But selling medicine in the pharmacy is a business...'Qinglong Duoming Soup' will benefit one tael of silver. A bowl! Buy it now, boil it now, take it while it’s hot, the medicine works best... As for the prescription, it’s the little old man’s life-long painstaking efforts, so don’t worry about it.”

Ge Lao's last sentence implied a warning, but Aaron didn't have this idea in the first place.

Or rather, not now.

After all, to be able to open a medicine hall next to Qingshan Wuguan until now, the background must be stronger than him!

"But this tael of silver is really too expensive, can you give me a discount?"

"Hehe...those kids from rich families cost more than a hundred taels of silver for a pair of tonic decoction... this old man's dose of decoction is equivalent to taking a bowl of tonic decoction without damaging the foundation of martial arts. Think about the effect... "

Elder Ge chuckled, obviously he won't lower the price any more.

"May I ask Elder Ge, how often do those rich kids drink the great tonic decoction?"

Aaron thought for a while and asked one last question.

"It could be three or five days, or six or seven days, depending on the family's circumstances... but that Tianjiao's daughter 'Cao Hongyan', it is said that she eats medicinal food every day!"

Old Ge replied slowly.

'really! '

‘The rich spend their money, the poor spend their lives! '

‘What’s even more tragic is that the lives of the poor are doomed…the rich still have a lot of gold…’

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, life is something that he doesn't lack much anyway.

But... no money!

"Life is unsatisfactory, there are six out of ten..."

"Originally, my plan was to successfully enter the martial arts school, and it would be best to win the favor of my master, so I don't have to be afraid of smiling tigers at all..."

‘It’s a pity... I didn’t expect that my martial arts qualifications are really bad...even if two months pass, I may not be able to control my 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’ve been prepared! '

...

At this time, another person walked in.

The drug boy knew him at a glance, and shouted: "Master... I have a regular customer, grab the 'Qinglong Duoshengtang'!"

"Um."

This prescription is precious, and many medicinal materials are secretly prepared by Ge Lao, so he is the only one who makes and decocts the medicine himself... To put it bluntly, it is to prevent leakage of secrets!

Ge Lao stood up slowly, and went to the pharmacy behind to get the medicine.

The three of Aaron looked at the visitor, but were suddenly stunned: "Three catties?"

The person who came here was Song Sanjin who was sleeping in a large bunk and had already begun to feel his blood!

"You... are here too!"

Song Sanjin had an awkward smile on his face.

"Good guy... so you knew about this a long time ago, but you didn't tell us!" Huang Dacheng said angrily, "What kind of talent is good? It turns out that you also rely on drinking medicine!"

Song Sanjin's face gradually turned red, and his voice became louder: "What's the matter with the medicine? My family knows the news, and they also paid for it. Why should I tell you?"

'This boat of friendship capsizes...'

Aaron felt a little helpless, and walked out of the medicine hall rubbing his forehead.

He looked at Huang Dacheng and the two of them. If he was a little hesitant at first, now he saw a living example—Song Sanjin was there, and he might have to drink a bowl of 'Qinglong Desperate Soup' if he wanted to sell everything!

'But in fact, a bowl of 'Green Dragon Killing Soup' is only equivalent to a bowl of tonic soup for a rich kid... If the qualifications are really bad, one bowl or two may not have much effect. '

With some thought, Aaron returned to the room.

In the room, only Ma Zhu was there, besides that, there were three white cloth sandbags placed side by side on the kang.

"A senior brother came over just now and said that Senior Sister Li from the inner courtyard gave you three things."

Ma Zhu stared at the wall in a daze, and suddenly spoke.

"Thank you."

Aaron picked up a medicinal sandbag, and smelled the aroma of some medicinal herbs at the tip of his nose.

But it was so messy that he couldn't tell the difference.

Think about it too, if you can reverse crack it casually, how can Qingshan Martial Arts sell it for money?

He put the sandbag on the table, picked up the quicksand palm, and slapped it down!

Snapped!

The table trembled, and a palm print was dented on the medicine sandbag.

Aaron's face remained unchanged, and he slapped again, this time changing the back of his hand.

With the continuous beating, the medicinal scent of the medicinal sandbag became more and more intense. Every time I slapped my palms, it seemed that a trace of coolness poured into my palms.

'This medicine sandbag is used to exercise palm strength, it is really effective! '

‘However, after such repeated forging, the scent of the medicine will disappear after ten days, and then it will hurt the hands instead. '

bang bang!

bang bang!

Ma Zhu turned his head, as if he couldn't hold it anymore: "This medicine sandbag won't last long... If you can't sense Qi and blood for two months, it means that you don't have enough talent to learn martial arts, and you won't be able to become a master in the future... And the whole Qingshan Martial Arts Center , the only ones who can be called masters are the master and the elder brother!"

"Oh."

Aaron replied calmly, and continued to hone his palm strength.

"Did you listen to me? We are all trash! There is no hope!" Ma Zhu couldn't help it, and began to speak angrily.

"It's not your fault to be mediocre, but it's not right to feel sorry for yourself."

Aaron continued to beat the sandbag without looking back.

Ma Zhu didn't fully understand, but became even more angry, and simply fell on the bed, pulled the quilt, covered his head and face, completely depressed...

...

Ten days later.

Aaron discarded the useless sandbag and glanced at the attribute panel:

[Martial Arts: Quicksand Palm (Introduction)]

"It's really hopeless..."

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 already grasped the qi and blood initially, as long as he is proficient in the 'quick sand palm technique' and comprehended the 'quick sand meaning', he can try to refine the qi and blood into bright energy and become a vigorous martial artist!

As for Huang Dacheng and Liang Wu, after taking a bowl of 'Qinglong Desperate Soup' each, they practiced even harder, but after all, they were a little short and still couldn't feel Qi and blood.

Aaron had expected this.

Song Sanjin may have a good talent in himself, and with the help of soup and medicine, he worked hard to sense Qi and blood.

It is normal to have one talent in a yard with good talent, but two or three are monsters!

After Liang Wu cried a lot, he had already resigned to his fate. He came a few days earlier than Lun, and he was already packing his bags.

But Huang Dacheng didn't give up, he drank the soup again, and recently he was looking around to borrow money with red eyes, planning to renew his tuition for another two months, and even asked Aaron to come here!

In this regard, Aaron expressed helplessness.