After a long while, Qin Sang eased up, gasped for breath, and opened his eyes, his eyes full of horror.

The sharp pain in the meridians gradually disappeared, but I still had palpitations when I thought of the horrific scene just now.

At this time, Qin Sang suddenly heard the sound of chirping birds outside, and turned his head to see that the sky outside was faintly bright, and it was already dawn.

Qin Sang couldn't help but be secretly surprised, his mind was all on cultivation, and it had only been running for a few weeks, and he felt that it had only taken an hour at most, and one night had passed.

There were people walking around outside, whispering, Qin Sang didn't dare to continue, lay down in his clothes, and fell into a deep sleep.

After a few days of trying, Qin Sang gradually figured out the rules of the Nether Sutra, and now he could only urge that qi to run in his body for nine weeks at most, and if he did more, he would be interrupted by severe pain.

Forcibly run, the meridians are as if they have been torn apart, and the pain enters the bone marrow.

In this way, Qin Sang could only look forward to breaking through the second layer of the exercises, but unexpectedly, a month had passed, and that qi had only grown a little, and he didn't know how long it would take to break through.

What made Qin Sang even more frustrated was that that qi didn't seem to have improved his martial arts, and he threw a punch with all his strength, and the strength was almost the same as before, even the wooden stake kept hitting.

However, in the past month, Qin Sang found that his body had changed, and this change was subtle, and he didn't realize it at first.

Two days ago, he caught a wild bird and wanted to roast it over a fire, but when he unfastened the rope, he accidentally let it break free.

The bird rose into the air, and Qin Sang subconsciously touched a stone and smashed it, impartially, and hit it all at once.

Qin Sang was taken aback by his quasi-head and stayed there.

He could see the trajectory of the bird's flight clearly, and in his eyes, it was as if the bird's speed had slowed down, and he could instantly determine which direction it would fly in the next moment, which was absolutely impossible in the past.

Because of this incident, Qin Sang couldn't help but think of all the details on his body.

Digestion is getting better and better, and the amount of food has increased dramatically.

Not only his eyes, but his ears were much smarter than before, and he could hear even the slightest movement in the distance.

Practicing martial arts also requires physical exercise, he and Mingyue use stone hammers, wooden stakes and other exercises, even if they are careful, they will inevitably be injured, similar to joints, lumbar spine and other fragile parts, once the injury is difficult to heal, it will pop out from time to time to remind you.

During this time, the old injuries on Qin Sang's body seemed to have disappeared, and he hadn't come out to annoy him for a long time.

There are also some very complex moves in "Fuhu Long Fist", which he can easily do now, the flexibility of his body is slowly improving, and his boxing skills have improved greatly.

In this way, Qin Sang thought about it carefully, and only then did he know that the Netherworld Sutra had brought him so many benefits.

This improvement continues, and his physical fitness will be far beyond the ordinary.

"With this kind of divine effect, even if the cultivation speed of the Nether Sutra is slow, I will continue to persevere. ”

Qin Sang led the donkey and hummed a ballad and thought to himself.

The donkey carried a bag of coarse grain, since the Taoist temple took in a few families of disaster victims, the old Taoist priest helped them from time to time, the food in the Taoist temple was eaten very quickly, and the price of grain outside was growing wildly, Qin Sang felt that he had to contribute the dozens of taels of silver in his hand sooner or later.

Driving the donkey into the Taoist temple, Qin Sang sighed lightly, "Mingyue, what are you moving a broken tank for?"

"Senior brother, come and help me!"

Mingyue seemed to see a savior, and shouted out of breath, "Master asked me to move the cylinder from the firewood room to the Qingyang Palace, saying that it would be useful at night." ”

Since it was the order of the Silent Heart Dao Chief, Qin Sang hurriedly tied the donkey and gave Mingyue a helper.

This clay jar is very large and can sit people in, although Mingyue follows Qin Sang to practice martial arts and eat meat, her body is stronger than before, and it is also very difficult to move.

I heard that when Qingyang Guan was prosperous, this jar was used to hold sesame oil, and now Qingyang Guan has become a dilapidated Taoist temple, there is not so much oil, it has been placed in the firewood room, and it is full of pine needles that ignite the fire.

The pine needles inside were all cleaned out by Mingyue and brushed clean, I don't know what the old Taoist priest used them for.

Qin Sang asked Mingyue, Mingyue was also confused, and only said that the master went up the mountain to collect medicine, and ordered so before leaving.

The two of them made a lot of effort to move the vat into the Qingyang Palace, and according to the instructions of the chief of the Silent Heart, they made a base with two stones and moved the vat up.

Qin Sang secretly wondered if the old Taoist priest wanted to use this jar to boil herbs?

This big vat is thanks to him using a bamboo pipe to divert water down, otherwise carrying water can exhaust Mingyue to death.

In the evening, the head of the Lonely Heart Dao came back from collecting medicines, and the herbs were only half filled with the back basket, so that Mingyue closed the front and back doors of the Qingyang Hall and got busy.

Qin Sang squatted aside to sort the herbs, and found that most of the herbs were the first time he had seen them, and they were all rare herbs of extraordinary value.

The most common treatment of the Lonely Heart Dao is bruises, wind, cold, dampness and heat and other minor diseases, and the herbs used are fixed more than a dozen, Qin Sang followed the old Taoist priest up the mountain several times, all of them were those medicines, but this time the old Taoist priest picked all new medicines.

After sorting the herbs, the head of the Silent Heart Dao sat down behind the long case, wrote a prescription, and asked Mingyue to grab the medicine, Qin Sang leaned over to see that it was a new prescription, and the medication was very complicated, and he couldn't understand it at all with the superficial medical theory in his mind.

"Dao Chief, what is your prescription for?"

Seeing that Qin Sang's face was full of doubts, the Lonely Heart Daoist explained: "Although the poor Dao is not proficient in martial arts, he also knows the truth of being poor and rich in martial arts, you and Mingyue practice martial arts all day long, and the consumption is very large, no matter how much game you eat, it is difficult to make up for the loss of vitality, and it is inevitable to leave a disaster." This recipe is an ancient recipe obtained by the poor master when he was an imperial doctor, and it has the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, and it is suitable for people who practice martial arts. However, this recipe is used as a medicinal bath and should not be taken internally. You grasp the medicine according to the prescription, fill the vat, boil the remaining seventy percent of the medicinal soup, wait for the water temperature to drop and soak it for half an hour, once a day in the morning and once in the evening, add water repeatedly, it can be used for seven days, and then replace the new medicine. ”

Hearing that there was such a good thing, Qin Sang naturally would not refuse, and kept the prescription in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Dao Chief, how many good things do you still have in your hands?"

The head of the Silent Heart closed his eyes and rested.

Qin Sang and Mingyue were busy working, and quickly filled the medicine with water, boiled the medicine according to the instructions of the old Tao, and waited for the water temperature to drop slightly, and then couldn't wait to jump in.

"Ahh

For the first time in his life, he took a hot bath and buried his neck down in the hot medicinal soup, Qin Sang only felt that his whole body was comfortable, and his fatigue suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but let out a moan.

Mingyue was not as hot as Qin Sang, and she tried to go in, but seeing Qin Sang's comfortable face, she also endured the heat and jumped in.

Mingyue is young and not tall, and the two of them don't feel crowded together.

The temperature in early spring was still cold, and soaking in the hot medicinal soup was simply enjoyable, Qin Sang pressed the back of his head against the edge of the cylinder, and wanted to fall asleep.