I have a role in the heavens

Only then did Taoist Xuanyuan stop his movements. The sweat was dripping from his head. Don't look at these short few minutes. Taoist Xuanyuan used all his methods. He consumed a lot of secret energy. He slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air, and the white air condensed. Not scattered, it is two feet long.

This is exhaling breath to become a sword. This is a method that masters of internal martial arts can only achieve by cultivating their internal organs to become extremely powerful. Don't underestimate this sword energy, it can be enough to blind the opponent's eyes during a fight. Just relying on this magical power, Taoist Xuanyuan could be called a real person in ancient times, enough to capture the devotion of countless believers.

"Okay, I have helped you clear up your flesh and blood. Tonight I will ask Qingsong to put our secret Golden Toad Ointment in your room. You can apply it before going to bed. When you wake up early tomorrow morning, not only will you not feel sore and tired, but you will have more energy. Full and full of energy!”

Taoist Xuanyuan's two little Taoist boys, one named Qingsong and the other named Cangbai, are outer disciples of the Wudang Golden Toad Sect. They can only practice some of the Jin Toad Sect's external boxing techniques and are not allowed to truly teach them. But don’t underestimate Taoist boys because of this. With the skills they learned in the Golden Toad Sect and the connections they have made, it will be enough for them to prosper and accumulate a family fortune after they grow up and come down the mountain. It's a good opportunity that no one can ask for.

Golden Toad Soup is the secret recipe of the Wudang Golden Toad Sect. It can not only promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, activate meridians and relax the meridians, but also increase strength and strengthen fascia. It is a secret treasure of the Wudang Golden Toad Sect and is worth a lot of money, even among the members of the sect. , only a few people have mastered the prescription, and all the ointments of the disciples are obtained from them.

Being poor in culture and rich in martial arts is not just talk. If you don't have money, if you practice martial arts accidentally, your body's energy and blood will be depleted. If you don't have the nourishing assistance of precious medicine, you may very well kill yourself directly.

Li Daoqing was very moved in his heart. He was not an ignorant person. He naturally knew that what Taoist Xuanyuan did was very draining of energy and blood. If the dark energy cannot be used more often, it would easily lead to loss of energy and blood. Taoist Xuanyuan treated him like this. He simply regarded him as a human being. Honey, most true disciples don't get such treatment. When their physical strength is exhausted, they just need to rest for two days. It's not worth it for the master to expend energy and blood to activate the meridians and relax the meridians.

Taoist Xuanyuan calmed down the surging energy and blood in his body, sat down again, took a sip of Dahongpao, pointed to the stone bench opposite, and motioned for Li Daoqing to sit down.

Li Dao walked to the stone table and sat down. Taoist Xuanyuan poured him a cup of hot tea. Li Daoqing picked up the tea cup and took a big sip. The hot tea flowed down his throat into his abdomen. After a while, his whole body became warm. , very comfortable.

Li Daoqing squinted his eyes, and there was bright light in the narrow slits. He held the purple sand cup in his hand, and the heat was rising, covering his face, like a fairy. Shrinking slightly, the warm sunshine shines on the body, lazily, a few pine needles fall from the ancient pine tree next to it, and fall on the stone table, bringing a bit of pine scent, which is very relaxing.

Two Taoists, one big and one small, one yellow and one gray, were sitting in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze, sunlight, tea, rosin, and the fragrance coming from the main hall. The whole scene was harmonious and comfortable.

In the evening, Li Daoqing and others had dinner, and Li Daoqing returned to his room. There are three rooms in the Taoist temple. He and Taoist Xuanyuan each occupy one room, and the remaining family is Qingsong Cangbai.

Li Daoqing looked at the Jinchansu ointment placed on the table in the room, his nose twitched slightly, and a medicinal fragrance came. He was a medical master, and he smelled at least dozens of precious medicinal materials. He couldn't help but secretly marveled. This kind of ointment was made for a long time. A portion would cost at least tens of thousands of yuan. No wonder the Jin Chan Sect had so few disciples that they really couldn't afford to support them.

Li Daoqing took off his clothes, opened the ointment, took a small amount, melted it on his hands, and applied it on his body. He kept rubbing his palms to heat up the skin and make it easier to absorb the ointment.

After a while, Li Daoqing felt a warm feeling coming from his body. It was obvious that the medicine had taken effect. Li Daoqing was not surprised. He lay on the bed, smelling the fragrance of the medicine on the tip of his nose, and kept analyzing the contents in his mind. Ingredients and weights, countless figures manifested, constantly grabbing medicine, grinding, refining ointment, finally taking out the finished product, observing the appearance, smell and medicinal properties, and then constantly modifying the medicinal materials and ingredients, trial and error improvement, and the cycle repeats.

I don’t know how many times it was repeated, and I don’t know how much time passed. All the figures disappeared, leaving only the last person. Looking at the finished ointment in his hand, he showed a satisfied smile. Li Daoqing had deciphered the prescription of Jinchansu. , and improvements have been made. Not only is the cost lower, but the efficacy is three-thirds better, which can be regarded as a small achievement.

Li Daoqing slowly opened his eyes, and his empty room turned white. This was a sign of strong spiritual cultivation. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. With his improved Golden Toad Soup, it was enough for the Golden Toad Sect to save hundreds of dollars every year. Ten thousand yuan, this is not a small amount, it can cultivate more disciples.

However, Li Daoqing can't take out the pharmacy now. After all, he is a seven or eight-year-old child. He doesn't know what it means to be a king, a minister, and an envoy, and how to treat cold, hot, and cool. You still need to learn slowly in the future to be able to take this thing out, otherwise it will be self-defeating and arouse Taoist Xuanyuan's suspicion, which would be bad.

Li Daoqing closed his eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he could still feel that his body was slightly warm, his qi and blood were active, and he was very comfortable.

The next day, after having breakfast, Li Daoqing left the Taoist temple again and walked towards the top of the mountain. He stood in front of the cliff and took up his horse stance. This time he did not choose to directly exhaust his energy. Each time he exhausted seven minutes of energy, , he stopped to rest without leaving the cliff. He just sat on the edge of the cliff without any protection, his two short legs swinging in the air, not feeling afraid at all.

After his physical strength recovered, he got up and marched again. One man marched with the momentum of thousands of troops. He was so fierce and amazing that people were amazed. He was really talented and like a man of heaven.

The bright sun was in the sky, and the sunlight became fierce. Li Daoqing looked up at the time, and then left here and returned to the Taoist temple. After lunch, he came to practice again.

The dining table is filled with food, and meat accounts for most of it. This is indispensable. People who practice martial arts consume a lot of food and are all big-bellied. Meat must be included in every meal to replenish qi and blood. Naturally, various vegetables and other vegetables are not necessary. Every three days, someone from the mountain will bring up the ingredients needed for the Taoist temple.

There are also reasons why the poor in literature and rich in martial arts has this. The higher the level of martial arts masters, the more they eat. In the biography of Zhang Sanfeng in the history of the Ming Dynasty, it was recorded that Zhang Sanfeng could eat a big bucket in one meal, which shows how much money is spent on martial arts training. .