To study the art of spiritual medicine moxibustion, you must first study the acupuncture and moxibustion of the Yan moxibustion, and at the same time, you must study the herbal scriptures.

King Li Chuang is as big as a bucket, but no matter what, there is a piece of ice and snow outside the cave, and the north wind howls all day long, but there are hot springs, fires and tiger skins in the cave, and tiger meat and acorns are also abundant.

So this winter, Li Chuangwang became a diligent and studious student in Niujiao Mountain, perhaps because of the superposition of the intelligence of the two, and used the Tai Chi Sutra to wash the essence twice, Li Chuangwang learned things is a special aura in the brain.

It didn't take long for him to make the elixir moxibustion and poison prescription of Volume 3 a mess, and he only lacked practical operation.

Even in his spare time, he refined the tiger bones of the white-fronted tiger into tiger bone paste, tiger bone breaking pill. The two feet long, like sharp knives of tiger teeth broke one in the mountain stream, and the remaining one was carefully polished by him, and then used it as a personal dagger in his arms, Li Chuangwang felt a little regretful, according to the poison prescription, there was really no decent poison to apply on it.

After completing this, he climbed to the bottom of the stone pool and carefully found a few pieces of ordinary jade, and made a set of needles and stone needles according to the requirements of Yanjiu acupuncture.

also used the cultivation of the second layer of aura, and by the way, he practiced the spells and martial arts over and over again.

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Since coming to the end of the Han Dynasty, King Li Chuang has been hunted down to this deserted deep mountain at the beginning, and he has not said a few words to others in total. This feeling of loneliness, loneliness and coldness made Li Chuangwang depressed from time to time, and sometimes he thought that if this symptom was put before he reached the end of the Han Dynasty, it could at least be said to be mild depression.

According to history, the Yellow Turban Rebellion should have failed, and the three brothers of the Zhang family, the general of Tiangong, had already gone to reincarnate again.

So, King Li Chuang decided to just wait for the spring flowers to bloom and the ice and snow melt and leave this Niujiao Mountain, and go to the outside world of flowers to find his own fun, and by the way, to find those spirit jade treasures that can speed up his cultivation.

The thought of going down the mountain made the waiting days especially difficult. The ice and snow outside the cave were very cold, and the tiger skin in the cave was too wide to be used as a mat.

Even in the next few days, King Li Chuang, who was really idle, lay lazily in the tiger skin, holding his head with long hair in both hands, fantasizing about what he would do and what he would do after going down the mountain.

Although it was a soul that stayed in King Li Chuang's body that was about to be old, at the end of the Han Dynasty, he couldn't help but be very curious about the beauties who were passed down to future generations in the Three Kingdoms and were still talked about:

What does the closed moon sable cicada, the head of the four beauties, look like;

Da Qiao, who is going to be locked by Cao Cao's copper finch Chunshen, how cute is Xiao Qiao~;

and how popular the little pepper Shangxiang princess of the Sun family is;

The virtuous Empress Wenzhao Zhen Mi Zhen should have been born......

In addition to thinking about beauties, sometimes, Li Chuangwang is quite arrogant that he is not a little tabula rasa, although martial arts are just an introduction, but those are all immortal spells, as well as the immortal family knife technique, the immortal family talisman and the immortal family light skill.

Even sometimes he is eager to try and compare with those famous generals and warriors recorded in historical materials to see how powerful he can be. But these were quickly denied by himself!

According to history, Wusheng Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue knife seems to be more than eighty catties, even according to the Han system of sixteen taels for one catty, there are fifty or sixty catties, such a heavy knife is said to be nothing in his hands, as soon as there is a big war, he will pick up the knife and kill it day and night. Look at yourself again, the thickest knife is only a few pounds and a few taels, and I still feel tired after using it for a long time.

In such a comparison, King Li Chuang suddenly felt cold on his neck, and the legendary Guan Gong was the best at cutting off his head with a knife!

Since the force value is not enough for them to slash, he will definitely not be able to join the army after he goes down the mountain, Li Chuang Wang silently muttered in his heart, "I'm just a teenage baby!" ”

So what should I do after going down the mountain?

Right! Go to the jade, go to the 10,000-year-old spirit jade, go to the thousand-year-old spirit ginseng!

Even if the scriptures say that this kind of heavenly treasure is extremely rare, and it is a blessing to be able to touch it, but after all, it is not a thought. Even if you can't find it, you can't learn Zhang Tianshi, just with your own hand inflammation and acupuncture skills, it shouldn't be a problem to eat with mixed food.

Li Chuangwang's nest is turning over and over in the pile of tiger skins!

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny, but in the end, you still have to dare to think and act.

On that day, after a few days of continuous sun, the snow on Niujiao Mountain melted, spring returned to the earth, and everything recovered.

It was on this beautiful day that King Li Chuang hid the tiger skin and miscellaneous items in the depths of the cave, holding the broken knife in his hand, pinning a skin water bladder to his waist, and carrying a large package on his back, without the slightest fairy demeanor, and went down the mountain tremblingly.

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In the second year of Zhongping, the second year of the lunar calendar, Jizhou.

Li Chuangwang relied on the vague memory, from the north peak of Niujiao Mountain to the south peak, climbed a few hills, waded through a few ditches and rivers, the more south, the more intense the spring color, as far as the eye could see, the valley and ditch were full of goose yellow, tender and green, the whole look was green, fat, red and thin, and the grass grew and the warbler flew a good scene.

But such a beautiful scenery gradually became mottled after a few days of King Li Chuang's trip. It was obviously spring, and the trees on the side of the road were also spitting out new leaves, but the feeling of becoming more and more strange was growing in Li Chuangwang's heart, and the excitement of going down the mountain gradually calmed down.

The elm trees and locust trees on the roadside were tall and big, but they all seemed to offend anyone, and all the circles of bark were scraped off, and the gray trunks were exposed.

Further south, no new leaves remained, and the trees and grass leaves of this Jizhou spring were as if they had been crossed by locusts, and only the occasional surviving green swayed sporadically from the gray and dilapidated.

Suspicious, King Li Chuang walked towards the nearest village, which was his last stop before escaping into the mountains, and he did not dare to enter the village for fear of the believers, but only took refuge by the pond outside the village for the night.

"Ah~~~" With a shouting and cheering voice, a wooden stick whirred from the back of King Li Chuang's back and smashed towards the back of his head.

King Li Chuang was startled, and suddenly turned to one side, and pulled out the knife with his hand, only to see a stabbing sound, and the wooden stick flashed with the light of the knife, and it was broken in an instant.

The sneak attacker was obviously old when he used the stick, and as soon as the stick broke, the man fell to the ground with the stick snapping, and he didn't move for half a sound.

King Li Chuang was about to take advantage of the situation to slash the sneak attackers, but he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this. It's just that I haven't practiced kung fu before, and I've never seen such a childish attack, shouting before the sneak attack, and then raising the stick, this sneak attacker simply threw himself out.

"Grandpa Hao, spare your life, Grandpa Hao, spare your life!" The sneak attacker struggled to turn over, shouting weakly.