It's almost winter now, Su Changqing looked out the window at the cold autumn of the last day, and carefully combed the soft hair of the black cat in his arms.

He shook his head down, and the rocking chair kept swinging with his body.

The doors and windows had been closed by him, and the leaves at his feet whispered softly, speaking unknown words, and raised their heads and looked at him with bright eyes.

The blue bird on the table was chirping and singing, and its voice was pleasant, like the sound of heaven.

Su Changqing listened with his eyes closed, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his thoughts slowly drifted away with the sound of birdsong unconsciously.

"Boom!"

At this moment, suddenly a muffled thunder sounded outside the window, which interrupted his thoughts with a bang.

It's raining.

Startled, he sat up from the rocking chair, and the black cat in his arms was startled, jumped up on the bed, and retracted into the bed.

The big white dog on the side barked, and even the voice of the blue bird on the side became hoarse in an instant, chirping as if there was a giant beast outside the window, slowly descending from the sky.

The wooden door was blown open and closed by the strong wind outside, and it looked like the place was about to collapse.

Su Changqing hurriedly put the bird's nest near the window on the table inside, and then pushed the desk in front of the window step by step, the desk rubbed against the ground, making a squeaky sound.

After finally closing the door, he pressed his back against the wooden door, and finally pressed the desk up with great difficulty.

The windows of the house were not locked, and when the wind saw that the door could not be blown, they hurriedly shifted their positions and scraped the wooden windows, as if they wanted to break the windows.

But the window was high enough for his chairs and tables to hold it down, and he could only let the wooden windows jingle like the wails of the people.

The wind and the rain outside, rushed wildly into the room, blowing the dark yellow curtains and fluttering, as if the air was going to become wet.

Su Changqing drove these little guys to the innermost part of the room to avoid the rain washing over them, while he took the book and climbed onto the bed.

The system's monthly lottery is at the beginning of the month, and he held the book and calculated it, so 12 o'clock this evening is the lottery time of the system in December.

Thinking like this, he opened the book in his hand and began to read this new book after the "Encyclopedia of Chinese Herbal Medicine".

This book is "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases", but it is not annotated by modern people, but an ancient book written by Zhang Ji.

The light of the flashlight was bright and dark on the pages, as if it was about to fall down by the wind, Su Changqing looked at the preface of the book word by word, until after reading the last "Confucius Cloud", he suddenly felt a little lost.

If it were the current doctors, most of whom are like him, then Chinese medicine would have flourished a long time ago.

Looking at these disturbing words, it is like rowing a boat, as if you suddenly found a peach source forest, and every sentence reveals the benevolence of the doctor, as if it is a word that does not exist in the world.

Su Changqing's fingers rubbed the pages of the book, looked at it in a daze, and sighed secretly.

Rubbing the smooth pages, his mind unconsciously ran to the previous sentence: "People who tend to the world, galloping to be flashy, not solid roots, forgetting their bodies, dangerous as an ice valley, as for yes." Thinking of these words, he only felt that the white-haired old man who helped the world and saved people appeared in front of him, with seriousness in his eyes and words in his mouth.

Thinking of this, Su Changqing's eyes were a little dazed, and his right hand unconsciously touched his white hair.

He is already very old, and if he doesn't take care of himself, he may not be able to survive when the system task is completed, so he must have gone.

Maybe...... Should he go to the hospital to grab some Chinese medicine to eat?

So...... I'll take my leave tomorrow afternoon.

......

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Time passed with the wind whistling outside the window. The banyan leaves in the courtyard were like dust, rolled into a ball, and the veins of each leaf were swept by the rain, making it more obvious, rough as the bursting green tendons on the old man's hands.

This banyan tree...... Throughout his childhood, when he was a child, he had gradually aged, and now, I think there are hundreds or thousands of years, right......?

Su Changqing looked at the blurred scenery outside the window, he was stunned, and suddenly felt a burst of warmth beside him, he turned his head to look over, only to find that it was the little black cat, who was shrinking together at this time, snuggling up to him, and sleeping very sweetly.

He smiled and scratched her nose with the tips of his fingers.

The little black cat immediately meowed, squinted its eyes and stretched out its paws, and slapped its own flesh pad towards his face.

It's a soft slap in the face.

Su Changqing was amused by her, and reached out again to scratch her chin, coaxing her to snor.

His eyes were full of soft light, and at that moment, the system in his mind suddenly sounded.

"The December draw has begun, is it going to be drawn immediately?"

There was no trace of fluctuation in this cold voice, which made Su Changqing slightly stunned, and then he realized that it was already 12 o'clock in the evening.

......

After clicking to start the lottery, a large red wheel appeared in my mind, still with 18 familiar patterns, except for 6 spaces, there are 4 martial arts options, grass and trees creatures options, and finally sundries options.

Su Changqing hurriedly glanced at it a few times, and then realized that his prizes this month were all good.

First of all, the martial arts options are: Xuanyuan Sutra, Golden Needle Crossing the World Scroll, and Wudang Fist and ...... Beauty boxing?

Although this last martial arts option was quite novel, he quickly came back to his senses.

First of all, this Xuanyuan Sutra, above this Xuanyuan Sutra, the introduction says that this is an ancient martial arts secret book, which mainly contains the art of qi cultivation, and there is no difference between moves.

After reading this paragraph, Su Changqing thought in his heart, this martial arts cheat book seems to be a bit like a secret book for cultivating truth, it's just ...... Doesn't the system say that only when you reach level 3 will the cultivation cheats appear?

He thought about it for a while, and then his gaze stayed on the "antiquity" above.

Maybe...... Is it because of these two words?

He shook his head and shifted his gaze to the following martial arts cheat.

This next option is the Golden Needle Crossing the World Volume.

He looked intently, and saw a paragraph appear under the small words of "The Golden Needle Crossing the World".

This book is divided into two volumes, the first volume of thirteen contents for the internal skills, the fist and the sword, the next volume of twelve articles for the medical Tao.

This third Wudang Fist is a martial art that appeared last month, Su Changqing glanced at its introduction a few times, and then shifted his gaze.

As for this last "beauty boxing method...... , Although the name is quite strange, it was only when Su Changqing read the introduction of this martial art that he suddenly realized.

......

Each move of this boxing method is to simulate an ancient beauty, and the unpredictable charm and demeanor of the beauty for thousands of years are incorporated into it, and the names of the moves are very poetic.