I live in Dayu Changsheng

Chapter 8, Eight Grades

""Health Cultivation Technique", add some points to me!"

Fang Rui thought to click on the '+' after "Health Cultivation".

Immediately.

The familiar cool air gushes out, a small part is intercepted by the body to make up for congenital deficiencies, and most of it travels through the muscles and veins of the whole body to be strengthened and fine-tuned to make it more suitable for the human body to exert force.

Similar to last time, about ten breaths, the breakthrough was completed.

Fang Rui looked at the panel.

【Name: Fang Rui】

[Robbery: 79]

[Cultivation Method: Health Cultivation (Entering the Hall)]

[Realm: Eighth Grade (Easy Tendon)]

[Skill: Fang's Medicine (Skilled)]

[Supernatural Power: Immortality (Grey)]

……

"Did you spend 100 kalpa luck points from Ninth Grade Skin Removal to Eighth Grade Yijin?"

"Sure enough, the '+' after "Fang's Medical Skills" disappeared again. I guess, it needs 100 kalpa luck points to upgrade from proficiency to the next level."

Fang Rui nodded secretly, and closed the panel.

"Eight-Rank Yijin Realm!" He carefully sensed the changes brought about by the breakthrough.

"The tendons have been strengthened, the skin membrane has become tougher, and my strength has also increased a lot. Now, my strength...three hundred catties should be enough."

Don't underestimate this number, in this world: there are nearly 420 grams in a catty, and the strength of [-] catties is [-] catties in the previous life!
In this era where ninety-nine percent of people do not have enough to eat and are malnourished, he can be regarded as a strong man.

"Right now, my strength is beyond that of a normal ninth-rank warrior, but due to my congenital insufficiency, it is not as good as a normal eighth-rank warrior."

"But it can't be too weak!"

When breaking through the Ninth Grade Skin Refining and the Eighth Grade Yijin, a small amount of air flow was trapped by the body, which made up for some of Fang Rui's innate deficiencies.

What's more, he has raised his luck point, which is no better than others. When he broke through the ninth grade of skin care, his whole body had no leaks and no doors; now that he has broken through the eighth grade, the mysterious airflow has taken care of every tiny tendon of the body.

On the whole, Fang Rui's real combat strength is about the same as that of ordinary eighth-rank warriors.

"Compared to Lord Tiger?"

Fang Rui subconsciously compared himself with Master Hu: "My realm is superior, my strength is stronger, and my body is flawless, but my disadvantage is also obvious."

"Although Mr. Tiger is not the kind of ruthless guy who often walks on the edge of death, he has rich fighting experience, which is beyond my comparison. Moreover, he also has weapons... In addition, he is lenient when he predicts the enemy, including other possible cards. ..."

"Hiss, with this calculation, I may not be able to deal with him yet."

"Even, as long as I get entangled and let Master Hu call friends... I will be in danger!"

It's still the same sentence: the lower third-rank warriors are just rough-skinned and thick-skinned, with a little bit more strength.Even ordinary people, as long as they are not afraid of death, if seven or eight of them rush forward with swords in a circle, they can still be chopped down by you.

Of course, Fang Rui didn't even think about going to liquidate Master Hu now.

He has the supernatural power of immortality, his lifespan is endless, and he will have a lot of opportunities to settle accounts with Lord Tiger in the future.

"I'm very patient. I don't rush for a while. Three years won't work, just five years, or ten years... If it doesn't work, wait for three to 50 years, and then 'beat the Beihai Kindergarten and kick the Nanshan Nursing Home'." OK."

"Master Tiger's problems aside, now, my biggest problem is... I have no money!"

Yes, there is no money.

A penny beats a hero, Fang Rui has never understood this sentence more deeply than at this moment.

Caozhitang can’t make ends meet... Market prices are soaring... Need to save money to buy food... After he broke through, his appetite soared and he ate more...

In short, there is no money.

"It's hard to live in this world...Fortunately, I have already planned."

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water, the Fang family's medical skills are passed down, Fang Rui wants to make money, so naturally he relies on medical skills.

His method is simple.

That is: finished medicine!
Finished medicine is not something so lofty, but a breakthrough in concept.

In this era, sectarian views are serious and knowledge is precious, and doctors are no exception. It can be said that as long as you know one or two folk remedies, you can become a wandering doctor and walk around the streets.

Perhaps it is to protect the status of doctors, or it may be a convention that doctors generally conduct face-to-face diagnosis and treatment. In addition to keeping the standard, it may also mean adding value?

In short, Fang Rui had never heard of finished medicine.

"With my current medical skills, I can't get the finished medicine that is too precious. Of course, even if I can get it, I can't keep it."

This is also the reason why Fang Rui didn't improve "Fang's Medical Skills" before, and only focused on improving "Health Cultivation Skills".

Like the great rule of the world in the previous life, if you have a craft and superb medical skills, you can spend a lot of money and let your family live a good life.

But in this world, in this world, no matter how exquisite your skills are, in the eyes of powerful people, they are just a piece of rag—come when you call, go away when you take it, use it when you take it, throw it away when it is useless, and throw it away if you don’t use it. Nor does respect.

"In today's world, everything else is false. Only with big fists is the last word, so you won't be bullied!"

"That's why I am unswervingly pursuing power!"

Fang Rui sighed: "My current strength is far from what I want, so I still have to fight."

"Things that show off the limelight like finished medicine cannot appear in Caozhitang, otherwise, they will definitely be targeted and trouble will continue."

"Master Tiger's covetousness, threats from the Tiger Gang, and even the envy and jealousy of neighbors... are all hidden dangers."

"So, it's best to sell it on the black market."

……

Go out from the back room.

Fang Ling had already been sent to sleep; Fang Xue was sitting in the main room after washing the dishes, frowning.

"Mom, what's the matter, but what's bothering you?" Fang Rui asked.

"What else could it be?"

Fang Xue said with a bitter face: "Our family doesn't have much savings, and the emergency money can't be moved...Although we have saved some food, what should we do if we sit and eat?"

"I thought it was something... Mother, don't worry, just leave it to me."

Fang Rui talked about the idea of ​​the finished medicine: "... two kinds of finished medicines, one is 'hemostatic powder' to stop bleeding; the other is 'healthy medicine' that cools and detoxifies, and if they are sold on the black market, there will naturally be money to continue There is food."

"this is a good idea."

Fang Xue pondered for a while, and thought it was feasible: "Selling it on the black market will not make the neighbors jealous, it's better, it's just..."

"Brother Rui, I let you take the risk." When she said this, there was self-blame and guilt in her tone of complaining about her own incompetence.

"Mother, what are you talking about? Dad has gone to join the army for me. As the only man in the family, I should take on this responsibility."

"In short, don't worry about money, just put your heart in your stomach and wait for your happiness."

Under the dancing flames of the oil lamp, Fang Rui looked at the faint wrinkles between Fang Xue's brows, and said this sincerely.

"Blessed?"

Fang Xue shook his head with a smile, and there was an emotion in Fang Rui's eyes that he couldn't understand at the moment: "Instead of enjoying the blessings, I just hope that you and Ling'er will live well, and that's enough."

Such plain and simple words touched Fang Rui's heart. There seemed to be a thousand words in his heart, but he couldn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.

"Mother, it's getting dark, I should go."

He glanced out of the window, carried the finished medicine package that had already been made on his back, and said, "Mother, you don't have to wait for me, go to bed early!"

"Hey!" Fang Xue agreed, got up and sent her out the door.

But Fang Rui knew: Fang Xue promised, but he would not obey, and would stay here waiting for him to come back.

The reason is simple: only when he comes back can Fang Xueshi feel at ease and sleep well.

"Mom, let's go!" Fang Rui waved his hand, and it was dark.

Fang Xue watched his figure disappear, then looked away, closed the door and closed it, came to the window, mended clothes under the oil lamp, looked up from time to time, and glanced out the window.

Every night when Fang Rui went to the black market, she came here like this.

This is not the case every day.

……

(End of this chapter)