Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 187 Blue, Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Black

Bai Lin's death did not cause any commotion.

Even Sister Shi got used to it, just because it reminded her of her daughter Qinglin. When Qinghuan asked her to arrange Bailin's funeral, Sister Shi just found a place outside the city, dug a hole and buried him.

There isn't even a tombstone.

After the other children drank the water mixed with the elixir, the two conflicting bloodlines in their bodies broke through some kind of barrier and began to slowly blend... This process did not happen overnight, but was subtle and gradually merged as they grew.

After the examination, Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She asked Sister Shi to take good care of them and then returned to her room.

Summoning the Chaos Fire again, the previous sensation appeared again. Qinghuan carefully experienced it and finally found the source of the sensation.

Not far away, just in the east of Shimo City, not far from the Sand Mercenary Group.

It has a resonance with his own Chaos Fire, plus this location... Qinghuan seemed to be thinking: Is it the Green Lotus Earth Core Fire?

After a while, the Chaos Fire was extinguished, Qinghuan fell headfirst onto the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Putting aside the question of whether or not he needed the strange fire, the environment in which the Azure Lotus Earth Core Fire existed was not something a four-year-old child like him could approach.

These are too far away from him!
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Different people, different amounts!
Practicing fighting spirit is actually somewhat similar to a person's appetite. Some people are born with a large appetite, so they eat a lot, while some people are full after just one mouthful of rice... It is also related to a person's activity level, body metabolism and many other aspects.

When Qing Huan was three years old, he practiced Dou Qi for the first time and directly climbed to the ninth level of Dou Power and was able to condense the Dou Qi cyclone.

But as his body grew, and with the repeated failures in condensing cyclones, Qing Huan constantly strengthened his foundation. Now if he wanted to cultivate to the ninth level of fighting power, the amount of energy required was gradually increasing, and more time was required.

"The seventy-eighth attempt to condense the cyclone failed!"

Qing Huan took the initiative to disperse the cyclone that had already formed in his Dantian, feeling the dissipated fighting spirit blending into his flesh and blood. He discovered that in this process, the damage caused to himself and the strengthening of himself had become unbalanced, and he felt that the loss outweighed the gain.

"Perhaps, it's time to be promoted to a fighter?"

Qing Huan thought about it, but his body was not fully grown yet, there was still room for growth. Correspondingly, the upper limit of his body's tolerance for fighting spirit could also be improved.

"When you are an adult at the age of fifteen, your body will be almost fully grown, so you can be promoted to a fighter at the age of fifteen!"

With Qinghuan's speed of cultivation, he doesn't care about a mere few years of delay. There is no need to rush. It is best to slow down!
Having made up his mind, Qing Huan let out a breath, feeling the pain in his body and feeling a little distressed.

He was unable to transform Dou Qi into healing energy, which was related to the nature of Dou Qi… The word “dou” indicated the violent nature of this energy.

Yes, after so many years in the Doupo world, Dou Qi has already grown to its peak. If Dou Qi can really be converted into healing energy, then why is there no "healing Dou Master" in this world?
Fighting spirit, after all, is used for fighting!
The door was pushed open, and a little girl of about six or seven years old walked in, sniffling and yelling, "GeGe, ChiLin and the others are fighting again!"

Qing Huan wiped her nose with her sleeve in disgust and said, "Fight if you want. It's normal for boys to fight, but girls should be elegant. Qing Lin can't fight with others."

Qinglin sniffed and said proudly: "Qinglin didn't fight. Qinglin only shouted red, yellow, green, black, and blue, and they went to fight!"

Qing Huan tapped her nose amusedly and said, "Let's go and see if Chi Lin and the others are crying."

Taking Qinglin out with him, he arrived at the pharmacy as if he was familiar with the place, and saw five little kids with bruised faces and noses picking out herbs around the medicine shelf.

Seeing Qing Huan and Qing Lin coming in, the five boys quickly hid the herbs in their hands behind their backs and shouted in panic, "Big Brother!"

While shouting, he also glared at Qinglin fiercely.

Qinglin made a face at them smugly.

Qing Huan smiled and didn't care. He pointed at them one by one and said, "Red scale, yellow phosphorus, green scale, black scale, blue scale, all come here!"

The five little ghosts pushed each other and dragged themselves together in front of Qinghuan.

Looking at the wounds on their faces, Qing Huan thought for a moment and asked, "Did you win?"

As soon as these words came out, Chi Lin's eyebrows flew with joy, and he held his chest high, saying: "Don't worry, big brother, with just the five of us brothers, no child in the entire Stone Desert City can be our opponent!"

Pointing at the wounds on their faces, Qing Huan said with a smile: "Is this how you look after you win the fight?"

Huang Lin sniffed and said, "Brother, there are more than a dozen of them. Two fists cannot beat four hands. There will always be times when you are not careful."

Green Scale also nodded and said, "That's right. People make mistakes and horses stumble."

Qing Huan's expression was serious, and he said, "Since you won...then tell me why you fought this time?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the five children's expressions suddenly became lost.

Chi Lin couldn't help but ask, "Brother, why do other people in Shimo City look down on us? Adults are like this, and so are children..."

Hei Lin said coldly: "Of course it's because we are all human-snake hybrids, we are hybrids!"

The six children all had different personalities. The most difficult one to deal with was Hei Lin, who was cold and only spoke occasionally in front of a few people at home. In front of outsiders, he was mute and often used his cold eyes to spy on everyone in the dark. Chi Lin immediately shouted, "But my eldest brother can't do that, and Sister Shi also... also..."

Thinking of the expression that Sister Shi showed from time to time, Chi Lin couldn't continue.

Qing Lin shouted, "Don't talk about my mother!"

Qing Huan comforted Qing Lin, thought for a moment, then pointed to the sky outside and said, "Is the sky big?"

Several children nodded, looking puzzled.

Qing Huan picked another herb leaf from her hand and asked, "Is this one small?"

"Little." said several children.

Qing Huan blocked Chi Lin's eyes with the herb leaves and asked, "Can you still see the sky?"

Chi Lin muttered, "Big Brother, you blocked my eyes with leaves, so of course I can't see."

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Then aren't you also blocked by other people's prejudices?"

Seeing that the children seemed to understand but not quite, Qing Huan did not explain and said, "You need to experience your own life, but before you experience it, you must first learn to accumulate!

Now is the time for you to accumulate knowledge, so everyone should copy the "Compendium of Medicinal Herbs" in the study room!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several children began to wail, even Hei Lin was no exception.

Qinglin was just thinking of getting lucky, but Qinghuan pointed at her and said, "Same to you!"

Qinglin immediately acted like a spoiled child and said, "Gege, I didn't fight!"

Qing Huan pinched her nose and said, "But you called them to fight!"

……

After arranging homework for the little guys, Qinghuan left the pharmacy contentedly. As for the injuries on the little guys, they could handle it themselves.

Since childhood, Qinghuan taught them to identify medicinal materials and learn pharmacology. Although they may not necessarily become pharmacists, it will not be a problem for them to become pharmacists and make some prescriptions to support themselves in the future.

At the front door, Sister Shi was pushing the door open. Her face was a little pale. She reluctantly bowed to Qinghuan and went into the kitchen with a cold face.

There is no doubt that he was hurt by the cold words from outside again.

Qinghuan sighed secretly. He couldn't control outsiders, nor could he comfort Sister Shi. He could only wait for her to let it go... But she still hadn't let it go after all these years, so it must be difficult for her to do so.

There was knock on the door again, and Qinghuan walked over to open it.

Outside the door, Rob squeezed in mysteriously and quickly closed the door.

Qing Huan said with a smile: "Uncle Luo, what good thing did you get that makes you so nervous?"

“This time it’s really good stuff!”

Rob carefully took out a scroll from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "Take a look!"

Qing Huan took it, opened it and looked at it, raised his eyebrows: "Is this the recipe?"

It's a recipe for a pill, not a prescription for medicine!

Rob said proudly: "The first-grade pill recipe, Qi-recovering pill, can not only speed up the cultivation speed of fighters, but also has an effect even at the Fighting Master stage."

Qing Huan looked at the recipe above and asked casually, "Where did you get it from?"

Rob lowered his voice and said, "On the way back from the mission, we encountered a team of snakemen. As soon as we encountered the snakemen, they fled and left behind a bunch of things. This pill formula was among them."

Qing Huan asked curiously, "The snake people are of the Yin element, so it's impossible for them to have alchemists. How could they have a pill recipe?"

"Who knows." Rob said indifferently: "Maybe it was taken from the human race... How is it? Can it be refined?"

Qing Huan thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit difficult... Just like this Qingying Flower, it has spirituality and is inherently resistant to fire. If ordinary fire wants to refine it, it will have to burn fiercely for at least half a month..."

Rob was a little disappointed: "You haven't reached the level of a fighter yet, and you don't know whether your fighting spirit is fire or not. Naturally, you can't use your fighting spirit to condense flames... So you can't refine it?"

Qing Huan asked back, "Can you get some beast fire?"

Rob also asked back: "I got it, can you use it?"

Qing Huan wanted to give it a try, so after thinking for a while, he said, "Get it first... If it doesn't work, you can still make a profit by selling it."

(End of this chapter)