Chapter Eighty-Five: A Blessing in Disguise

"Brother Holy Monk, don't scare Zhiruo, what's wrong with you......" The little girl was frightened when she saw this scene, and her tears fell like beads.

Qin Changfeng sat down cross-legged, suppressing the true qi of the riot in his body, while barely squeezing out a smile to comfort the panicked little girl and said, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

At this time, Hu Qingniu suddenly came out of the medicine house and snorted coldly: "It's okay? I see you're not far from death! ”

"Why is this happening?" Zhang Wuji also rushed out and asked anxiously, the cold poison in Qin Changfeng's body had been handed over to Zhou Zhiruo to be responsible, so he didn't know anything about it.

Hu Qingniu glanced at the little girl and sneered: "Since half a year ago, she has added deer antler, yam, epimedium and eucommia to your medicine to supplement the kidney, presumably because she is afraid that the cold qi in your kidney palace will accumulate and hurt the kidney qi." “

But she didn't know that due to the cold poison, this medicinal property could not reach the kidney palace at all, and the monk you have profound skills, usually these medicinal properties cannot be vented, so they secretly gather in other places in the body. The silly girl thought that it was because the medicine was not big enough, so it had no effect, so she slowly increased the dose, and this time she did not hesitate to steal half of the century-old ginseng I treasured and add it to the medicine to boil it together, and it was supplemented continuously within half a year, who could stand it? ”

"This is self-righteous kindness to do bad things, and I don't want to think about it, even if he is a monk, what does it matter if he hurts his kidney, and now he is fine...... These medicinal powers exploded in one fell swoop, and even a cow had to be replenished to death! ”

Even if the little girl blamed herself after hearing this, she was ashamed, in fact, she had long forgotten the fact that Qin Changfeng was a monk, and sometimes she thought vaguely that if the holy monk's brother couldn't do that, no one would want to marry her, and when she grew up, she would give him his wife.

I don't know whether to say that she is precocious or stupid.

"Ask the divine doctor to save the holy monk's brother!" Seeing that Qin Changfeng's face was getting redder and redder, the little girl and Zhang Wuji both knelt down anxiously and begged.

Hu Qingniu replied very bluntly: "I wish he died, if he didn't fall into the well, would he save him?" ”

However, Qin Changfeng regained his composure at this time, and forcibly suppressed the riot in his body and said: "Misfortune and fortune are relied on, blessing and misfortune are lurking, the world is impermanent, how does Master Hu know that this is not the opportunity of a poor monk?" ”

After speaking, he slowly stood up from the ground and unfolded the Moon Holding Pose in the Sixth Layer of King Kong Indestructible.

I saw him clenching his fists with both hands and descending, each on the side of the two waists, his mind condensed his qi and hugged the two breasts, retracted the back yin in advance, held his breath, and led the true qi of King Kong not to be bad for a small week, and when he was perfect, he suddenly attracted the true qi to rush towards the kidney palace along the Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, and at the same time clenched his fists with both hands and hit the two kidney areas, and the inside and outside converged, and the King Kong was in the moon.

After the completion of the Vajra Immortal Miracle, all of them are as indestructible as King Kong, but before the Dacheng, it is a part of each layer, and the sixth layer is the kidney palace, waist and abdomen!

Therefore, after listening to Hu Qingniu's words, Qin Changfeng immediately decided to use that medicinal power to impact the seventh level of the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill.

Hu Qingniu's eyes were so tricky, he quickly saw Qin Changfeng's thoughts, and after staring silently for a moment, he snorted coldly with the beard blowing the corners of his mouth: "Count yourself lucky, you will be blessed by misfortune, but my half of a century-old ginseng is not given for nothing, how do you want to pay me back!" ”

Qin Changfeng's face was calm and he didn't say a word, but the two children cried with joy.

This time, it was not like the last time when the temporary breakthrough on the battlefield on the top of Wudang Mountain was instantaneous, but like the torrent of the river washing over the embankment, wave after wave, reciprocating and circulating, until it started from a breach, breaking through this entrance!

"Hint: Your Vajra is not bad magic skill is cultivated to the seventh layer, and the increase obtained from the sixth layer to the seventh layer is as follows: basic defense +50 points, base health +600......"

"Hint: When your Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill is at the seventh layer, for every 10% increase in proficiency, you will increase Vajra Incorruptible Internal Force by 100 points."

Obviously, King Kong is not bad for magic skills, one step every three floors, not only in the auxiliary skills, but also in the improvement of basic attributes.

In other words, the basic stat increase is the same for floors 1-3, but there will be a significant increase on the fourth floor, and then the same for floors 4-6 until the seventh floor rises to a level again.

When Qin Changfeng finally saw the log prompt to prove that he had entered the seventh level of King Kong Incorruptible, and his various abilities had been greatly improved, it was already seven days later.

When he opened his eyes, he found that there were dozens of Jianghu figures gathered around the medicine house, and there were even gangs of various factions, including a bald Shaolin disciple.

Qin Changfeng's thoughts turned slightly, and then his eyes flashed, although the secret path has changed slightly, the general plot direction has not changed, and the person he was waiting for finally came.

At this moment, there was a burst of warmth in his palm, Qin Changfeng looked down, only to find that Miss Zhou was wiping his hands with a wet handkerchief, and when he saw him coming, he smiled at him.

Qin Changfeng also smiled, pointed to the group of people in the rivers and lakes and said, "How long have they been here?" ”

The little girl replied: "In three days, Doctor Hu has fallen ill, and Brother Wuji has a hard time dealing with them every day, do you want to meet them?" Obviously, these days, she and Zhang Wuji have not exposed Qin Changfeng, who is in retreat.

Qin Changfeng smiled and shook his head lightly and said, "No, let's go see Hu Qingniu." When there were only the two of them, Qin Changfeng didn't even bother to say it, and called his name.

In the evening, Qin Changfeng entered the medicine house through the back door, and slammed open the door of Hu Qingniu's bedroom, just in time to see a middle-aged woman who was still charming, scolding and holding a rope to tie Hu Qingniu, and Hu Qingniu was not only angry, but also said something with a flattering look, and when they heard the movement outside the door, both of them were immediately stunned.

"Who are you, who dares to break in without saying hello and looking for death?" The middle-aged woman seemed to have a very bad temper, and she was very angry when she opened her mouth.

Hu Qingniu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he hurriedly whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, if you annoy him, we will die!" ”

The middle-aged woman looked at him suspiciously and said, "Even you Hu Qingniu are so afraid, his martial arts are very high?" ”

Hu Qingniu glanced at Qin Changfeng and sighed: "It's the Shaolin Kongyu who became famous in Wudang in the first battle, he was very high before, and now that he has finished rushing through the pass, he is only afraid of ...... The four Dharma Kings are no match for him. ”

The middle-aged woman's face changed drastically at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she was obviously frightened.

Qin Changfeng smiled, looked at it and said gently, "Poison Immortal King Nangu? ”

"You also know me, did Hu Qingniu tell you?" The middle-aged woman's words were clearly an acknowledgment of her identity.

Qin Changfeng said: "I have admired the name of the poison immortal for a long time, and I can't hide it, the poor monk wants to borrow a poison from the benefactor." ”

Wang Nangu sneered: "Shaolin monks also use poison to harm people? ”

Qin Changfeng clasped his hands together and said with compassion: "Amitabha, the poor monk wants poison to save people. ”

"Oh, how can I save it?"

"Kill the evil and save the good."