The location of Zhao Quan and Zhao Fu had already been discovered by Shi Chen as soon as he entered the box.

However, he didn't care at all, but asked casually, "Dean Lin, please have time to ask how my friend is doing in the hospital." ”

"No problem. Lin Baicao nodded, it was just a phone call.

Although Pang Bo only had a simple suture, Shi Chen was still very concerned about him, thinking that he could recover as soon as possible.

While the two were talking, more than half of the two dozen auction items had gone down.

However, there was no private room for bidding, and it was clear that everyone's goal was to auction the last day's lot.

For the exhibits launched two days ago, there is a fundamental lack of interest, including Lin Baicao.

Towards noon, almost all the exhibits had been sold, and the people in the auction were leaving.

After the sellers paid for the things in the background, they hurried out the side door, for fear that they would be targeted by people with ulterior motives.

After eating and returning to the hotel, Lin Baicao asked, "Little brother Shi Chen, I am going to meet an old friend in the afternoon, are you interested in going with me?"

"Dean Lin, call me Xiao Chen in the future. Shi Chen frowned slightly, and then rejected Lin Baicao's kindness.

There was a sentence that Shi Chen had never said, and since he arrived in Qingshui City, he felt a danger approaching.

This danger did not come from Zhao Quan or Zhao Fu, but the killer's unique killing aura.

Although there is no indication to prove this speculation for the time being, Shi Chen has the most instinctive perception of danger and is very sure of his judgment.

It seems that he must deal with these troubles before bidding for 300 years of wild ginseng.

Lin Baicao didn't know Shi Chen's worries, and nodded happily, "Then you rest in the hotel, and I'll go see my old friend." ”

After saying that, he sat down for a while and then took a taxi away.

Taking advantage of his spare time, Shi Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, squinting his eyes slightly, trying to control the scattered true qi in his body.

When he protected Zhang Aiqiang's heart in the provincial hospital before, he was already able to barely mobilize some scattered true qi.

Although it was only a drop in the bucket compared to the vast true qi that was bound, it made Shi Chen see hope.

He believes that as long as he gives more guidance, over time, he will definitely be able to make the trapped true qi break free from the shackles and surge out!

The scattered true qi in the meridians was carefully guided by Shi Chen, causing them to slowly condense.

This requires extreme concentration, and if you are not careful, not only will the true qi that you have worked so hard to gather be scattered again, but you may even suffer a lot of damage to yourself.

In just half an hour, fine beads of sweat oozed from Shi Chen's head.

True Qi runs along the meridians under the control of the mind, but when Shi Chen concentrates on controlling the True Qi, the power of the martial arts is not bound by him.

Sensing that the true qi wanted to break through the balance, the martial arts power swarmed in, and it was entangled like an octopus, preventing the true qi from converging.

"Whew!"

Shi Chen's nerves were tense, his hands were trembling slightly, and after a while, he finally exhaled a breath of turbidity and temporarily gave up this idea.

"It seems that it still can't be done, if you want them to coexist peacefully, I'm afraid it depends on when you can get the last silver-backed astragalus. ”

Shi Chen moved his sore muscles and bones, and shook his head helplessly.

Without the interference of spiritual power, the true qi and martial arts power in the body returned to a situation of mutual checks and balances in a very short period of time.

In Shi Chen's view, three hundred years of wild ginseng is already an aspiration.

Now he only needs to get his hands on the silver-backed astragalus again, and his current situation may be alleviated.

This recipe was found by him from ancient medical techniques, and Shi Chen was not sure whether it was useful or not.

However, he has never liked to sit still, and only by trying bravely will he know the final result!

Of course, this is only the first three flavors recorded in the prescription, and the remaining six flavors, and there is no news yet.

But fortunately, talking is better than nothing, compared to just seeing the prescription, when I only knew three hundred years of wild ginseng, it was already very good.

After taking a cold shower and changing out of the sweat-soaked clothes on his body, Shi Chen lay on the bed in a 'big' shape.

After closing his eyes for a while, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

If you can combine the true qi and martial arts power in your body into one, what will be the consequences?

In Shi Chen's past and present lives, he had never seen anyone who could do this.

His idea was very bold and even a little shocking.

But after it appeared, it couldn't be dissipated for a long time.

Perhaps, this is really a good solution to the problem at hand!

Shi Chen was a little eager to try, but he was not in a hurry.

Even if he really wants to try, he has to wait for him to adjust his physical fitness to peak condition to avoid accidents.

Of the nine flavors of herbs needed in the ancient recipe, he had just gotten together the second flavor, and he had never heard of the remaining seven flavors.

One can imagine how great the difficulties are.

However, the road of life is paved with difficulties, just like a fish swimming against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

The time for Shi Chen's pranayama just now seemed to be very short, and the sky outside was already dark.

He was just about to go outside to find something to eat when he received a call from Lin Baicao.

"Xiao Chen," Lin Baicao's hoarse voice came out of the earpiece, smiling and discussing, "I told my old friend about your performance in the Medical God Cup, and he insisted on seeing you, or—"

"Yes. Shi Chen agreed without hesitation.

After all, there was still a whole day to deal with potential dangers tomorrow, and Shi Chen felt that it was not impossible to relax.

He jumped out of bed and changed into a casual suit, "When will it pass?"

"Okay, I'll ask him to send someone to pick you up. Lin Baicao laughed, hung up the phone, and said a few words to the old man sitting in front of him.

Half an hour later, a black sedan stopped in front of the hotel.

Shi Chen pulled the car door and sat in, and the car also turned around and drove towards the outskirts of Qingshui City.

The moment he left, two people flashed in the shadow of the hotel, very short, about one meter six.

They were dressed in black, their bodies were tightly wrapped, and only two fierce eyes were exposed, and the murderous intent was unobstructed.

One of them watched the sedan drive away and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's him?"

"It should be that, Jin Chuansuke's third person told the head of the family that Erlang was killed by this Shi Chen. The other nodded in reply.

"Then wait for him to come back in the evening, and we'll do it again. The voices of the two disappeared with the figures, as if they had never been here.

The car sped out of Shimizu City and stopped at a house on the outskirts of the city.

It looks like an ordinary village, but there is a huge sculpture at the entrance of the village.

The sculpture is of a long-bearded, somewhat slender old man with a cane in one hand and a book in the other.

After waiting for the car to stop, the driver said respectfully to Shi Chen in non-standard Huaxia language, "Mr. Lin, they are in the house in front." ”

"Hmm. Shi Chen nodded and got out of the car, and as soon as he pushed open the door of the courtyard, he smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and even a faint fragrance mixed with it.