In the dead of night, the moon is full of shadows.

Song Yifei, who was in the small room, got up and sat down, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, took out a pill the size of a broad bean, put it in his mouth, and began to practice "Wudang Jiuyang Gong".

The pill is called Qi Nourishing Pill, one of the secret medicines of Wudang, nourishing qi and nourishing blood, it is the best adjuvant for cultivating internal strength, and one can reach Song Yifei for a month of penance.

There were two bottles of pills, one bottle of twelve pills and one bottle of ten pills, which Song Yifei obtained from Su Hongye after he killed him.

Two bottles of twenty-two pills, taking one pill every three days, as long as two months, he can obtain two years of cultivation, which is enough to break through to the eighth layer of "Wudang Jiuyang Gong".

It is not difficult to break through at the small level, but it is difficult to break through the bottleneck at the large level.

The pill melts in the mouth, and after flowing into the abdomen, it forms a warm and hot air.

Song Yifei ran the exercises to perform the Great Zhou Tian, constantly absorbing the power of refining medicine, and half a night passed in the blink of an eye.

The hot qi formed by the pill gradually weakened to an undetectable degree, and Song Yifei exhaled a breath of turbid air and woke up from his cultivation.

"It's a pity! It's a medicine that is poisonous! Although the pill is good, it can't be used frequently!"

Feeling the obvious increase in internal strength, Song Yifei was both excited and regretful.

Qi Nourishing Pills are very valuable, and in the market, one can be sold for a thousand taels of silver. Only like Su Hongye, whose grandfather is the second generation of martial arts of the grandmaster, will carry two bottles with him.

However, Song Yifei is also a wealthy family, if he can rely on money to smash out a congenital master, he doesn't mind asking his father for more money.

The reason why there is no wanton purchase of pills and the use of pills is that pills cannot be used frequently, and if they are used too much, they will be resistant, and their efficacy will be greatly reduced.

On the other hand, pills can help accumulate internal strength, but there is no way to help break through the bottleneck.

Otherwise, Song Yifei would not have been stuck in the internal strength for seven or eight years.

After practicing "Wudang Jiuyang Gong", Song Yifei practiced "Purple Qi Chapter" as usual to improve his physique.

Although the effect of "Purple Gas" has long been minimal, it can also have a certain effect over time.

As usual, after Song Yifei had finished cultivating for nine weeks and had completed a marrow cleansing, he stopped and prepared to sleep.

"Huh?"

Song Yifei, who felt uncomfortable, gently rubbed his arm, and unexpectedly rubbed out obvious dirt.

"My body has been washed many times, why is there still so much dirt?"

Except when I first started cultivating the Purple Qi Chapter, the body excreted a large amount of impurities, which would form obvious dirt on the surface of the skin.

Recently, as the effect of the exercises has weakened significantly, the dirt discharged has become difficult to detect.

Today's sudden surge is really a bit strange.

"Before going to bed, I took a shower, and the room was clean!

No matter how big the outside dust is, it is impossible to get into the underwear.

"In this case, there is only one explanation......!

Taking out the Yiqi Pill in his arms, a bold guess appeared in Song Yifei's mind.

"Could it be that the cultivation of the purple qi chapter can expel the erysipelas in the pill??"

The so-called erysipelas is actually the impurities in the pills. The human body cannot absorb it, and it cannot be discharged for a while, and long-term accumulation will bring major hidden dangers to the body.

The reason why Yangqi Pill can only be taken once every three days is to free up time for the body to naturally detoxify toxins, so as not to accumulate in large quantities in a short period of time and cause irreparable damage.

If "Purple Gas" really has the effect of removing impurities, it will be a bit against the sky.

"Since it is the method in Jiuyang Divine Skill, it seems reasonable to have this effect. ”

The exercises, which were already about to be given up by him, did not expect to suddenly unearth a big treasure.

Song Yifei suddenly fell asleep, he got up and went outside the house to rinse up, and returned to the room to continue cultivating the "Purple Qi Chapter".

After completing three exercises in a row, the dirt discharged from the body returned to normal.

At this time, the sky was white, although Song Yifei wanted to take another pill of Qi Nourishing Pill to try the effect, but the time was obviously not enough.

"Hurry up and get some sleep first, and then try again when you come back in the evening!"

Under normal circumstances, taking Yangqi Pill for two consecutive days will cause obvious discomfort in the body.

This kind of discomfort has been felt by Song Yifei himself.

If there is no discomfort after taking it at night, it proves that the exercise has been effective.

"When the time comes, you can buy a large number of pills, take them for a long time, and quickly improve your internal strength! Although you can't rely on pills to break through the bottleneck, it can save a lot of time to accumulate internal strength, which is already very cost-effective. ”

Looking forward to a better future, Song Yifei fell asleep.

......

Bang bang!!

"Sir!"

Song Yifei pushed open the door and looked at Qian'er, who was dressed in green, covering her mouth and chuckling, revealing an embarrassed look.

"I slept too late yesterday! ”

"Hee-hee! Mr. may have just changed places, and he is not used to it!"

"Miss Qian'er is really understanding. ”

"Sir, don't praise me!

"Miss Qian'er, wait a minute. ”

Song Yifei quickly packed up, followed the maid Qian'er, and went to the courtyard where Miss Lu lived.

"Let Miss Lu laugh!"

After arriving at the courtyard, Song Yifei bowed down to Miss Lu behind the screen and apologized.

"Practice is not wrong! A little thing, don't apologize, sir!"

"Thank you, Miss Lu, for your magnanimity!"

Miss Lu smiled, and did not continue to be polite with Song Yifei, but changed the topic and talked about poetry.

Song Yifei, who had itchy lips, couldn't help but read two more Tang poems, Miss Lu was overjoyed after hearing it, and the two talked happily, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Before leaving, Miss Lu said: "There is an old man visiting in the evening, I wonder if I can ask my husband to accompany me?"

I'm not a public relations manager, so do you want to call me for such a thing?

Song Yifei was very resistant to this kind of thing, and he was still anxious to study the effect of the exercises!

But people under the eaves had to bow their heads.

"It's an honor to be invited by Miss!"

"Later that night, I asked Qian'er to call Mr. ”

"I'm sorry for the trouble. ”

Hearing Song Yifei's words, the maid Qian'er couldn't help laughing.

When Song Yi flew out of the courtyard, Qian'er playfully slipped behind the screen

"Miss! Miss! After this Mr. Han Yu cleaned up, he was quite good-looking. ”

"Hehe! Since it's good-looking, why don't I be a matchmaker and marry you to him. ”

"Really?!"

The maid Qian'er showed a look of surprise.

The maid and the teacher are a good match!

"You dead girl, you think it's very beautiful! With this Mr. Han's talent, it is more than enough to marry the princess of the dynasty!

"Doesn't Miss often say that women don't let their eyebrows be shaved?

"It's different! It's different! Mr. Han is a heavenly immortal, where can we be compared with ordinary people!"

Miss Lu's words were full of emotion.

"What the young lady said is too exaggerated!"

Qian'er opened her mouth in surprise, her young lady has always regarded herself very highly, and she only has a slight admiration for several big Confucians in Taocheng.

Since I saw Mr. Han yesterday, the words of amazement, admiration, and praise have never stopped, and they have been exaggerated more and more every time.

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. ”

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

"Such poems, each one is a swan song for the ages! Mr. Han can say it casually, how can he be a mortal!"

These two poems, every time she reads them, she feels that the aftertaste is endless. Although I have never heard of the Yangtze River or seen the Yellow Crane Tower, I can imagine the grandeur and beauty of the poems alone.

The latter poem can instantly pull people into absolute silence and loneliness, but it does not make you feel hopeless and painful, but has a kind of tranquility from body to mind.

"I just think these two poems are very smooth to read, and they sound very good, like singing! But are they really as good as the young lady said?"

Qian'er's face showed a puzzled expression.

"Although you have studied with me for a few years, you are only at the level of a child. If you want to see the deep meaning, I am afraid that you will have to read it dozens or hundreds of times. ”

"Oh! so many times!"

Miss Lu chuckled and said, "You copy the poems first, and send them to the library in two days, and find someone to print a few copies." ”

"Is Miss going to make a name for Mr. Han?"

"If you can't share such a good sentence with others, wouldn't it be a big regret in life?"

"If it is really as good as Miss said, when the poems are published, won't Mr. Han want to become a poet saint?"

"Mr. Han's great talent, it is not an exaggeration to call him a poet immortal!"

......

Song Yifei, who had returned to the small room and began to learn the body technique of "Glimpse of Floating Light", did not know that Miss Lu called him an unprecedented poet immortal.