I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 4 Gentleman (for collection)

"Red Ganoderma lucidum, I hope you don't let me down!"

Su Heng picked up the soup pot and drank the viscous black concoction in one gulp.

Food Immortal talent came into play.

As soon as the soup entered the abdomen, it was quickly absorbed by the body.Su Heng's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his face was also flushed.

"Compared with yesterday's century-old ginseng, the medicinal power of red ganoderma is still much weaker."

Su Heng concluded silently.

But even so.The medicinal power of red ganoderma is also amazing, it can be said to be immediate.

Without hesitation, Su Heng began to unleash a set of health-preserving punches.

"Embracing the Kunlun with both hands, beating the Tiangu from the left and right.

Shake the sky pillar slightly, and the red dragon stirs up the water. "

The movements in his hands were slow, but there was a hint of lightness, like a dancing white crane.

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated.

This Body Cultivation Fist was also passed down from Su Heng's father.

Yangshengquan is not considered a real martial art, but the movements are similar to the radio gymnastics that Su Heng has seen in his previous life.

However, it does have some effect on strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Having said that, if the physical fitness is not good enough, it is impossible to pick medicine in such harsh environments as dense forests and steep cliffs.

After half an hour.

The movements in Su Heng's hands gradually stopped.

At this time, the thin clothes on his body were completely drenched by hot sweat.

The linen blouse was attached to the boy's body, and the iron-like muscle lines could be vaguely seen.

"The food immortal's talent is really extraordinary. In just two days, I can already feel that my physical fitness has improved significantly."

Su Heng patrolled the cave for a week.

In the corner, I found a large stone lying flat to make a stool.

The big rock is half a person tall and weighs almost two hundred catties.Su Heng grabbed the protruding sides of the boulder, and with a sudden force from his waist, he easily picked up the 200-jin boulder.

boom!
Put the stone still on the ground.

Su Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, thinking: "My strength is no less than that of an ordinary adult, but it is still not enough to kill Xu Biao."

"Wait for another two days, after the first talent is lit, look for an opportunity to start."

There is a saying that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

But Su Heng is not a gentleman.

Thinking that Xu Biao was still alive, Su Heng felt like a light was on his back, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

"It's getting late. My sister will be worried if I come back too late. I have to hurry back..."

……

Back to Deling County.

Su Heng didn't go straight back home.

Instead, he took a basket and turned left and right all the way until he came to a fairly clean and tidy street.

At the entrance of the street, two men holding long knives like iron towers are guarding here. Pedestrians with backpacks are coming and going, and the noise is like the tide of the sea, which looks very lively.

This is the market here.

It was built by the Qingcheng Gang among the "two families and three gangs".

The two are the Ou Family and the Merchant, and the three gangs are the Qingcheng Gang, the Xueyi Gang, and the Faxing Gang.

"Set up a stall and pay two big money for the venue fee."

After explaining his purpose of coming, the leading man checked the herbs in Su Heng's back basket and said.

Su Heng took out two copper coins from his trouser pocket and handed them to the big man in black in front of him.

The big man in black stuffed a dilapidated wooden plaque engraved with the word "Xuan Jiu" into Su Heng's hand.

Su Heng found a place.

Take out a piece of cloth curtain and spread it on the ground.

Then put the herbs in the basket one by one on the curtain.

After the medicinal materials were arranged, it didn't take long before a middle-aged man in brocade clothes who looked like a manager walked up to Su Heng.

"How do you sell Huang Jing?"

"My lord, five copper coins and one plant are all top grade." Su Heng replied honestly.

"Huangjing, Black Maocha, Polyporus... I want all these herbs." Manager Jinyi waved his hand and said to Su Heng.

The accompanying servant threw down a bunch of copper coins, picked up all the medicinal materials on the curtain, packed them up, and quickly left with the steward, leaving Su Heng in a daze.

"In the past, although medicinal materials were easy to sell, they were not as exaggerated as today..."

Su Heng thought to himself: "A large amount of herbs are needed, either because of war or plague. Either way, it's very bad."

"Also, the greater probability is that it has both."

Su Heng sighed.

Although life in the city is passable, all the details always give Su Heng a feeling that the mountains are about to come and the wind is coming.

"You must seize the time to improve yourself. Only by mastering force can you survive in troubled times!"

Su Heng made up his mind.

The money has been accumulated almost.

After killing Xu Biao, he set off to practice martial arts in the temple.

He counted the copper coins left by Manager Jinyi, and there were 120 copper coins in total, which was equivalent to about one tael of silver, which was a huge sum of money for Su Heng.

It is also ironic.

This market is obviously formed by gangs.

However, there are more people in the Qingcheng Gang than the government. They are not allowed to fight in the market, they are not allowed to buy or sell by force, and they will not help the crowd to rob goods and money.

Therefore, even now that troubled times are approaching, prices are soaring.

In the market built by the Qingcheng Gang, there are still people coming and going, and it looks very lively.

have money.

Su Heng thought for a while, and bought some more nutritious food such as bean curd, eggs, and sorghum noodles from a nearby shop.

Because he needed to save money to practice martial arts, Su Heng didn't buy too much.

Just to improve your life.

……

Wait for Su Heng to leave the market.

It was getting late, and there were fewer pedestrians on the road.

Su Heng remembered what his sister said to him last night, so he didn't dare to stay outside for a long time, and hurried back with his head down.

When passing by his own alley.

Su Heng heard a weak cough.

He raised his head to look for his reputation, and saw the elder sister Wang of the neighbor next door, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, standing in the corner panting with pain on her face.

"Xiaoheng, stay away."

Thin palms rested on Su Heng's shoulders.

A little old man in a shabby mandarin jacket appeared next to Su Heng, and explained with an ugly face: "There is a plague in the city. For some unknown reason, the sister of the Wang family has been coughing for a few days. You have to be careful."

"I see."

Su Heng immediately thought of the purchase of medicinal materials by Manager Jinyi.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhu." Su Heng looked serious and thanked the little old man beside him earnestly.

This little old man is called Zhu Wusan, and he is the child of Su Heng's father.He also has a son named Zhu Xiaowu, who has a very good relationship with Su Heng.

After saying goodbye to the little old man.

Su Heng bypassed Sister Wang who was coughing constantly, opened the door and went home.

in a dim room.

Su Ping was vigorously washing the clothes.

After seeing Su Heng, Su Ping stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands with a towel hanging on the rope. There was a shy smile on his rosy face: "Xiao Heng, show you this."

(End of this chapter)