Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in the house, a smoky aroma of herbs came to his face.

The room was full of fog, and the old man was stewing a pot of medicinal soup, and he was standing under the oil lamp and stirring the soup spoon.

When Old Qiao heard the door, he saw through the mist of white flowers that Fu Yunge was back, so he told him to sit down and rest first.

Fu Yunge didn't know what kind of scientific research Qiao Lao was doing, and sat on the edge of the bed suspiciously. However, after a break, the blood between his legs quickly turned around, and his feet were even more painful, as if there were thousands of ants biting, so that he didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

But soon, the sound of scooping water could be heard in the fog.

Qiao Lao evened out a few spoonfuls of the boiled medicinal soup and poured it into a wooden basin filled with hot water. He then walked towards Fu Yunge with a wooden basin.

When Fu Yunge saw Qiao Lao coming over with such a large pot of medicine, he thought he was going to drink it himself, but he hurriedly waved his hand before he could come over.

If he drank such a pot, he didn't have to think about it to know what kind of miserable scene it would be, although he believed in Qiao Lao's ability, but he was still more cautious about this kind of life-threatening experiment.

But Qiao Lao still came over with the pot of medicine. Fu Yunge felt the resistance of his throat and stomach at a glance, and tried to retreat: "Old Qiao, this is ...... Why don't we divide and drink......"

The old man bent down and put the basin on the ground, looked up and said, "If you want to drink it, I won't stop you." But this is for your foot soaking, and you can drink it after soaking. ”

"Ah, this ......" Fu Yunge felt embarrassed when he heard Qiao Lao say this. It turned out to be for foot soaking, and he thought too much about it.

Qiao Lao's elixir is very effective, the wounds after soaking are quickly healed, and the aura of the herb has been refined, which is helpful for cultivation. Fu Yunge couldn't help but admire Qiao Lao more and more, and was deeply grateful to Qiao Lao for his help.

For the next few days, Fu Yunge was engrossed in the study of the Divine Technique.

Practice, application, and exertion, whether a poinsettia plum comes or not, he forces himself to temper uninterruptedly, even when he is eating, he is carefully studying the content of "The Six Xun of the Thriller".

Seeing him working so hard and persevering, Qiao Lao couldn't help but secretly admire.

Time flies. More than ten days later, when the poinsettia plum came again, Fu Yunge's magic technique had already matured.

The farmers in the mountains have also changed their spring shirts, and the greenery in the mountains has become more intense. From mid-spring to late spring, the mountains and wilderness are full of spring. From the stamens to the flowers, the ravines are full of flowers.

Poinsettia Mei brought Fu Yunge a thinner spring shirt this time, and there is good news.

He finally inquired about Dongfang Shiming's whereabouts. It is reported that someone has seen a similar-looking teenager in Jiangliang City. Fu Yunge was overjoyed, as long as his best friend was still alive, then he would definitely be able to find him.

When Qiao Lao saw the dress, he roughly guessed that Fu Yunge might be leaving soon. He has already broken through the separation of life and death, although it is not sad, but there are still some regrets.

On the third day, as soon as Fu Yunge got up, he found that Qiao Lao was chopping firewood in the yard.

As soon as he finished washing up and walked to the door, the old man suddenly stopped him: "Wait." These days, I have a few things to entrust to you. ”

Fu Yunge has always been grateful to Qiao Lao. Now I heard that Qiao Lao had a place to need himself, so he hurriedly went over to ask.

"You've mastered the Divine Arts. So these things shouldn't be hard for you. Old Qiao looked at the axe in his hand, "That's right." I want you to chop some wood for me. ”

"Chopping wood?" Fu Yunge was a little incomprehensible.

Old Qiao nodded: "Yes." But the wood is not a random tree. ”

"Sixty miles north from here, there is a special big elm tree. You go and cut down three branches as soon as possible and come back, I will refine the passion pill in the next few days, which is a necessary material. ”

Fu Yunge had never heard of such material, but since Qiao Lao spoke, of course he was duty-bound.

Just as he was ready to go out, he listened to the old man's instructions behind his back: "You must rush back before noon, if you miss the hour, the pill will not be refined." ”

Fu Yunge was slightly taken aback. Sixty miles, one hundred and twenty miles back and forth, and he even had to come back before noon, although he had practiced the magic technique, but he had never practiced this situation.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth firmly and left with the rattan basket on his back.

In the courtyard, the old man who was sitting on the ground looked at Fu Yunge and walked away, and gradually showed an unfathomable smile.

On the other side, Fu Yunge unleashed his magic and worked hard in the direction of the mountains and forests.

However, the mountain road is not smooth, and his skills have been difficult to use. And when he got to a farther place, there was no road at all, so he could only move forward cautiously. But he was afraid of delaying time, so he could only carefully pick the place where he could walk, which was very difficult.

The vegetation is so diverse that in some places you even need to cross ravines and so on. Fu Yunge worked hard all the way, and finally found the big elm tree mentioned by Qiao Lao in a densely forested place.

Ignoring his own exhaustion, he raced against time to cut down three branches and put them back in the basket, and when he looked up to see that it was already halfway through the morning, he immediately rushed back with all his strength.

By the time he saw the familiar path, Fu Yunge was already so tired that he was soaked in hot sweat, his legs were stiff like wooden sticks, and he was almost unconscious. But the sun overhead wouldn't slow him down, and it was almost noon. He had no choice but to wipe his sweat, bracing up his exhausted body and continuing to speed down the road.

Fortunately, when I rushed back to Qiao Lao's house, it was just noon. The sun stands in the middle of the sky, and it can be said that it is not bad.

Fu Yunge ran to the door, glanced at the timeout, and immediately collapsed to the ground with the softening of his loose nerves.

Old Qiao walked out of the house at this time. Fu Yunge's throat was congested at this time, and it was already difficult for him to speak, so he could only weakly pat the basket that had fallen to the side, signaling to Qiao Lao that he had not missed the appointment.

Old Qiao smiled and nodded his chin at him, walked over to help him, and entered the house with the basket.

Inside the house, Fu Yunge lay on the kang and rested for a while, and finally recovered. If it was ten and a half miles away, he might have confessed on the road.

It was a long time before the old man came to see him. Fu Yunge expected that Qiao Lao had been busy with the matter of the passion pill just now, and he didn't care.

Qiao Lao brought him a cup of tea, watched him drink it, and then asked slowly, "How is it, how does it feel about the application of the Divine Movement Technique?"

"Tired. Fu Yunge said honestly, "The road is far away, and then there is no road at all, so you can only find a way from the jungle." ”

Qiao Lao smiled and said nothing. After being silent for a while, he said to Fu Yunge again:

"But you have a long way to go. How can it be that all the roads are smooth, and if there is no one to pave the way for you, there is no use for your divine arts?"

Qiao Lao's words shocked Fu Yunge violently.

Indeed, Qiao Lao is right. If he encounters an enemy or other circumstances and it is inevitable to trek through mountains and rivers and take wild roads, how can he be satisfied with just using the magic on the flat road?

"In addition," Qiao Lao touched his beard, "to tell you the truth, although your method of cultivating the Divine Movement Technique can be achieved quickly, the foundation is not real. Although your magic has matured in a short distance, once you travel a long distance, your shortcomings will be revealed. ”

“...... Be. When Fu Yunge heard such a teaching, he didn't know what to say, so he had to nod his head in fear.

Qiao Lao smiled at him: "Tomorrow, go on." ”

Fu Yunge learned about his flaws, and the previous mentality that inspired him to continue to practice also had a deeper understanding.

Blindly seeking speed, the foundation may not be real, and in the end, the desire for speed will not be achieved. And once he leaves this small mountain village in a remote corner, he will inevitably face complex and even tricky situations in the future. In this way, impetuousness will only sow unpredictable crises for the future.

All day long, he pondered the intentions of Qiao Lao repeatedly, and his heart gradually became clear.