Three on Seventeen [Douluo Dalu]

The role that Golden Finger brought to Shi Qi was far more than what he initially thought. It was just that the memory and experience in medical skills were more than that. He only discovered the most important part of Bian Que's 'inheritance' today, and that was the practice of alchemy. The speed bonus and success rate of the medicine.

Preparing medicines is not just a matter of pouring in the medicinal materials in a swarm. The amount of each medicinal material used in different situations, the time of placement, the heat and other factors, problems in one process may lead to failure.

It takes time to perfect a medicine, and even many medicines with incredible effects require several days of refining.

Take the two medicines Shiqi prepared to give to Tang San, each one was enough to keep him busy for a whole day, and there was even a high chance of failure.But with the help of Bian Que's inheritance, he was able to refine two kinds in just half a day.

Is Bian Que so defiant?

Regardless of poisoning skills or medical skills, these have given Shi Qi the foundation to settle down and live in this era.

Coupled with the hidden weapons he and Tang San made together, he could protect himself in most situations.

Speaking of hidden weapons, Qi Qi once again had to admire Tang San's talent.

In terms of martial arts, Shi Qi, a martial arts loser, had no say at all, but with the memory and experience of Master Lu Ban and Bian Que, Tang San's talents in concealed weapons and poisons were rare to see in a century.

For the same hidden weapon, the one made by Tang San was much more powerful than the one made by others, both in terms of range and lethality.

If Tang San was an inner disciple, Shi Qi believed that he would definitely be able to lead the Tang Sect to greater glory.

Shi Qi played with the medicine bottle, and more than once he secretly cursed the head of the Tang Sect and the elders for their stupidity.

"Bang", the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.

Shi Qi looked up and saw Tang San, wearing a blue outfit, staggering through the door, clutching his chest.

"Xiao San!" Shi Qi hurriedly ran towards Tang San and stretched out his hand to help him, "Why are you injured?"

Shiqi's voice was urgent, with deep concern and distress.

My heart felt like it was being held tightly, making it difficult to breathe.

He already has heart disease, and his mood should not fluctuate too much, otherwise the heart disease will easily relapse.

Shiqi is also very aware of his physical condition. He has been controlling his emotions for many years. He has not had any problems in the past ten years, but he failed to control it today.

"I'm fine." Tang San's voice was a little weak. In order to prevent Shi Qi from worrying, he put down his right hand covering his chest, "Seventeen, you don't...Seventeen!"

As soon as he started talking, Tang San noticed something was wrong with Shi Qi's situation. Regardless of his own injury, Tang San picked up Shi Qi and walked quickly to the bed.

He lifted the broken hair from Shi Qi's forehead and said softly while pressing several acupuncture points on Shi Qi's body: "Seventeen, come on, take a deep breath and relax. Third brother is fine, really fine."

"...Hmm." After a long time, Shiqi finally said weakly, "Third brother."

"Seventeen."

"This is my result in the past few days. The elixir in the green porcelain bottle can treat internal injuries, and the ointment in the red porcelain bottle is for trauma." Seventeen's skin color was a little sickly pale, and the two colors of medicine bottles stood out against his skin color. It became more and more obvious, "I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but unexpectedly it turned into a shock."

The shock was double.

"Third brother, you don't have to worry about me. Go heal your injuries first." He calmed down and everything would be fine.

"Okay." Looking at Seventeen, Tang San nodded in agreement.

Seventeen moved his body, making a place for Tang San to meditate and heal his injuries.As Seventeen-One grew older, the bed in Tang San's room had been changed once, to a larger one that could sleep two adult men.

Tang San sat down cross-legged, poured out a reddish-brown elixir from a green medicine bottle, put it into his mouth, closed his eyes and began to use his energy to heal his injuries.

Seventeen took the opportunity to look at Tang San carefully.

Tang San's clothes had many wrinkles, and there was a lot of dust on his body. On his chest and back, Shi Qi also saw a few relatively clear footprints.

Needless to say, Tang San's injury must have been caused by those inner disciples!

The room was extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of breathing proving that there was someone in the room.

Due to the illness just now, Shi Qi was a little sleepy, but seeing Tang San adjusting his breath, Shi Qi forced himself to hold back his sleepiness.

Even if the internal injuries are cured by adjusting the breath, there are still external injuries.

Those inner disciples never took the outer disciples seriously, and they all injured Tang San internally, and the external injuries were definitely not minor either.

When Tang San woke up from trance, he saw Qi Qi with half-closed eyes, nodding his little head, opening his eyes slightly, closing his eyes, clicking again, and then opening his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. past.

Tang San quietly got out of bed, and just as he stood up, he saw Qi Qi suddenly opened his eyes.

When Seventeen was half asleep and half awake, he found that the shadow that had been sitting quietly in front of him had disappeared. The sleepy person was immediately beaten to death by him and he woke up.

"Seventeen, if you're tired, just take a nap." Seeing that Shiqi was awake, Tang San said to him gently, bending down to pull the quilt to cover him.

"I'm not sleepy!" Shi Qi shook his head hard twice, stretched out his hand towards Tang San, and pulled his clothes while saying: "Xiao San, take off your clothes quickly!"

Tang San: "...What are you doing by taking off your clothes?"

"You don't care about your trauma?" Shi Qi glared at Tang San, who was a little uncooperative.

Shi Qi had always slept with Tang San when he was this old, but... now being forced to take off his clothes, Tang San couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"I'll do it myself, Qi Qi, don't move around." Tang San held down Qi Qi, who had stripped him almost halfway, pressed him down, and reluctantly and happily took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of pants.

Seeing Shi Qi's eyes fixed on his pants, Tang San explained: "There is no injury on the leg, really."

Even if he did, he couldn't just take off his clothes in front of Shi Qi.

Somehow, after hearing Tang San's words, Shi Qi felt a very subtle emotion in his heart, which was probably called - pity.

Tang San has never fallen behind in cultivation. Even if he is restricted by the Tang Sect's outer sect, he has always been trying to find ways to improve his abilities.

Unfortunately, the golden finger possessed by Shi Qi did not have any martial arts skills and could not provide Tang San with any help.

These years of training have given Tang San a pretty good figure.

There is no shortage of chest and abdominal muscles, and the muscles are not exaggerated, but they contain extremely strong strength.

Seventeen poured the ointment from the red porcelain bottle into his hand, raised his hand and pressed it on the bruises on Tang San's chest and abdomen.

He controlled the force to massage Tang San, following the texture of the muscles all the way to the eight-pack abs.

Seventeen felt that her nose seemed a little itchy and her heart seemed to be beating a little fast.

"Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen?" Tang San raised his hand and waved it twice in front of the suddenly stunned Shi Qi, "Seventeen, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Shi Qi took a deep breath, almost choking, and took two steps to get behind Tang San with the medicine bottle, continuing to massage him to absorb the medicinal properties.

The heart was still beating violently, so fast that it made Shiqi, who had just suffered a heart attack, feel uncomfortable.

I always feel that the current situation seems a bit dangerous.

"Seventeen, tell me whether I want to do this or not."

When Shi Qi came back to his senses from a trance, he only heard Tang San's whisper.