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

Duan Rong used the key, opened the machine spring, and unscrewed the furnace cover. Suddenly, a stronger fragrance came.

Duan Rong was slightly fascinated and felt numb.

Duan Rong was padd with a towel, grabbed the furnace ring on both sides of the copper furnace with both hands, and poured the boiled black pills into a potted pot that was cleaned beforehand.

Duan Rong drained the juice, so that the bamboo core shelf of the copper furnace was poured into a basket in the corner. The lid, put the copper furnace back in place.

Then Duan Rong came to the stone table, looked at the dark medicine soup, squeezed his nose, and poured it down.

The medicine soup smelled a strange incense, but it was extremely bitter.

In a pot of soup, Duan Rong's bile was almost suffering, and tears snoted.

"Why is this medicine so bitter!"

Duan Rong immediately scooped the scoop water, and poured himself half a scoop with the scoop, and then diluted the bitterness in his mouth. At this time, the sky was already bright. Going to a remote corner.

"It depends on whether you have used it?"

Duan Rong was quiet, her legs became bow, their hips were sitting with false hips, and their hands were hugging their chests with both hands, and she closed her eyes and stood up.

Duan Rong stopped for three hours, and even missed breakfast time.

It was not until the strong hunger that stimulated Duan Rong's stomach, and he opened his eyes and vomited and dispelled.

Duan Rong's eyes emit a happy light. This medicine is not only useful, but also very strong.

He stood for three hours, and his body had no sense of loss. The pulse was like a fire, a hot feeling of surging, full of the internal organs of the chest!

Duan Rong left the acting of the martial arts, went out of the Yuanshun dart, went to the street to drink a large bowl of beef soup, and ate three pieces of cakes until the stomach was swollen and warm, and then wiped his mouth and left.

Duan Rongfang was full of belly, and returned to the showcase and continued to stand up!

When he stood at this stop, he saw the time when he agreed with the artisans of him and Huaxinglou.

Duan Rong has to be scattered, and he can't let people pigeon.

Duan Rong felt that the medicine was still in his body, and he even felt that he could stand all the time, breath, when he stood at midnight.

It is said that cultivation is boring, but Duan Rong feels that cultivation will be addictive!

How can this sense of power that is constantly stimulated with positive feedback, how can it be addicted?

Who does anyone want to become stronger?

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, wiped his sweat with a towel, and changed his body to become a walking shelf. In the strange eyes of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau, the dart bureau came to the old locust opposite the Huagu Tower. Under the tree.

Duan Rong was just under the old locust tree, and he saw that a group of geisha had gathered in the old locust tree waiting for him.

As soon as Duan Rong arrived, everyone greeted him, and immediately laughed.

"Everyone lined up, one by one." Duan Rong said, while putting down things and said.

When he supports the painting shelf, and look at it, in addition to the six specialized germ that welcomed the guests last night, there are still seven or eight geishas, ​​which are obviously heard from the news.

Duan Rong ordered ten people from the team, and then said to the germ behind, "Today, it is until Sister Chunming.

"Why ..."

"We have been waiting for a long time ..."

"Duan painter, you can't be eccentric!"

The next few geisters are obviously not done. They come out together. They just give up some politeness when they are queuing.

"It's not that I don't paint for my sisters. It is only a few times in the hour. If you then draw, the Huaxing Tower should open the door. Delaying the business, Mother Hu will smash my stall. Isn't it punished together? "

Those noisy artists, when Duan Rong moved out of Hu Huanhuan, suddenly turned off, and only waited for the cursing, and went away!

Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat on the forehead.

Three women and one play, ten women, that is horse honeycomb!

Can't mess with it, can't mess with it!

Duan Rong immediately, grind, modulate dye, and immediately put into creation.

Duan Rongfang stood up and didn't feel that sitting there at this time, but he couldn't help but glance at the neck and chest of the ginters and his chest.

The small abdomen was hot from time to time.

"Is it the reason for the potion?"

"Not necessarily! After all, it is the age of blood and gas, which is normal! It's normal!" Duan Rong soothing yourself in your heart.

Duan Rong was holding his heart and hurried, and finally opened the door when he opened the door at the Huaxing Building, and handed the last painting to Chunming's hands. At this time, two turtles slaves yawned. Going out.

The turtle slaves in the Huaging Tower are also in the round.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Duan Rong looked at Chunming, who was holding the painting, and went to Chunming, and then touched his inner pocket of his placket. At this time, he entered a hundred or two silver.

Duan harvested the booth and returned to the dart bureau with the state of the shelf.

He first put the things in the dormitory, and at this time, he was only three times. It was when he let go of dinner. After Duan Rong came to the middle courtyard cafeteria to have dinner, he came to the martial arts field.

In the evening, there was the most person in the show. Duan Rong had passed from the Yanwu Farm, and many people talked about him whispering.

Duan Rong didn't care at all. He went directly to the place he often went to and continued to stand in the round pile.

Duan Rong stood until midnight.

When Duan Rong opened his eyes and dispersed his energy, there was silence all around. The lanterns under the eaves were emitting a dim light...

On the sycamore tree not far from where Duan Rong was standing, the weary crows had shrunk into their nests and seemed to be asleep...

Duan Rong secretly calculated that he had been standing in the pile since the morning of Mao, and it was already midnight now. He only went to Huaying Building for an hour in the middle. He stood in the pile for a full nine hours.

At this time, he didn't feel any deficiency in his body.

"The single prescription given by Guanyun really works!"

Moreover, Duan Rong found that as long as he stood in the pile, his internal breath and the power of the medicine were agitated, and his symptoms of frantic heartbeats disappeared.

Although he didn't understand what this frantic heartbeat was for the time being, he was in a good mood now that the most urgent cultivation problem had been solved.

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, took off his clothes, washed himself by the well, and then crawled into the blanket on the bed.

Duan Rong picked up a book with the oil lamp and prepared to read a few pages before going to bed.

Duan Rong flipped it open and found that what he took was the secret book of the second level of inner breath that Xiao Zongting gave him that day.

Duan Rong wanted to change it, but he suddenly found that the handwritten font of the secret book was beautiful and soft, and the ink on the paper had a faint fragrance.

Duan Rong's eyes lit up and he thought: This might be handwritten by Xiao Baiyu!