Legendary Pharmacist

Zheng Qiu recovered relatively slowly this time, and he didn't wake up until the third day. After waking up, he felt so weak that he couldn't even sit up straight, as if someone had pulled his bones out.

Zheng Qiu leaned against the bed, and his grandfather brought a towel to wipe his face. Seeing his worried expression, he comforted him, "Grandpa, don't worry. I'll be fine in a few days. It's a matter of cultivation."

"Cultivation should also pay attention to the body, your complexion is so bad, did you not listen to the master's words, did you make a mistake in your practice?"

"Grandpa, I am very obedient, master..."

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and Master Ming Zong walked into the room with a big bamboo basket: "Zheng Zhisong, you put... oh? Apprentice, you are awake!"

He put down the bamboo basket and walked to the bed.

Grandpa immediately stood up and moved out of the way with the basin in his hand.

Master Mingzong sat on the edge of the bed, took Zheng Qiu's hand to check his pulse. Zheng Qiu's pulse was steady, but not as strong as normal, and the shriveled muscles on his body also returned to their original shape, but they were pinched loosely.

From this point of view, the recovery ability of the "Wood Spirit" is still limited, and minor repairs are okay. The "Wood Spirit" cannot handle the large amount of damage yesterday.

Seeing his apprentice's pale face, Master Ming Zong was not worried at all. He took out a large bowl from the basket, inserted chopsticks and brought it in front of the apprentice.

"Apprentice, the master brought you lunch, it's a big treat!"

Zheng Qiu looked down at the bowl in the master's hand. This bowl was too big, similar to the wooden basin he used to wash his face. The bowl was filled with green paste, which was not tasty at first sight.

Zheng Qiu picked up the chopsticks and found that the paste was sticky and thick, with long strands stretched out between the chopsticks and the bowl.

He swallowed, frowned and said, "Master, this is... this is too much." He didn't dare to say that it looked disgusting, so he changed his excuse.

Unexpectedly, Master Mingzong didn't understand Zheng Qiu's meaning at all. He even stretched out his hand and pushed the bowl in front of Zheng Qiu: "You are weak now, and you need a lot of tonic. Look, the master grinds all the herbs into a paste, just to make it easier for you to digest. .Eat fast, eat fast."

The master stared like this, Zheng Qiu couldn't dodge it even if he wanted to, eat it, anyway, he won't die from eating it, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and brought the bowl to his mouth.

Vomit... Just after taking a mouthful, Zheng Qiu vomited it out. The paste was not only sticky, but also slippery and chewed continuously. Swallowing it down his throat was like swallowing caterpillars.

"Hey, this is not okay, these are all good things." Master Ming Zong shook his head repeatedly, dissatisfied with his apprentice's performance.

Zheng Qiu wiped his lips and hurriedly explained: "Master, I, I didn't do it on purpose, it's just that eating this stuff makes me sick, I..."

"How can you feel sick? What's in it is not a precious tonic." Master Ming Zong snatched the bowl from the apprentice's hand, picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, "Look, eat like this, absolutely not ..."

As soon as the medicine paste picked up by the chopsticks was put into his mouth, Master Mingzong froze there. His face was livid, the muscles at the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed together.

Zheng Qiu could see the master's throat throbbing repeatedly, and the veins around his neck bulged one by one. After a long time, the master let out a breath and finished what he had just said.

"Absolutely not...not disgusting."

After saying this, Master Ming Zong raised his hand and secretly wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, cursing in his heart: "What kind of crap is this, it's too unpalatable, and it almost made a fool of me, Master. Next time, I must not do it in person. Demonstration, if you want to vomit, let the apprentice vomit."

Thinking of this, Master Ming Zong left the room with the bowl in his hand, and after a while, he returned to the bedside.

"Apprentice, this time it's absolutely delicious, stir it before eating."

Zheng Qiu took the bowl and found that it was covered with white powder. He stretched out his index finger to dip a little into his mouth. It was sweet, salty, salt and sugar.

Can it taste good with so much salt and sugar? he looked up,

Turn your questioning eyes to the master.

The master straightened up and said firmly, "It's absolutely delicious. I've tasted it, and there's nothing wrong with it. You have to eat it clean before I come back."

After finishing speaking, Master Ming Zong avoided Zheng Qiu's eyes and ran out of the room in a hurry.

Zheng Qiu looked at the big bowl in front of him, his expression was uglier than crying, from the herbal medicine before, to the water in the porcelain bottle, to the medicine paste this time, the master made things worse and worse every time. He even suspected that one day, the master would produce food that would vomit blood and die after one bite.

But these medicine pastes can't be eaten, finally Zheng Qiu thought of a way, melted these medicine pastes with two large basins of water, and then pinched his nose and drank them in sixteen times. Although the melted potion tasted weird, at least it tasted decent.

Not to mention, the medicine paste prepared by the master is really effective. Before evening, Zheng Qiu regained his strength, and after sleeping until the next morning, he completely returned to his usual state.

But all the hardships this time were worth it, Zheng Qiu finally cultivated Qi Jin, even if that Qi Jin was only a tiny trace.

This was discovered after he entered the state of introspection. In addition to the wood spirit that he saw every day, he saw a trace of mist floating alone in the corner of his dantian. The mist was faint and seemed to dissipate at any time.

This mist is slightly reddish, very obedient, it will move as Zheng Qiu wants it to move. Then he followed the method instructed by his master, and pasted the strands of energy obtained from the "Snake Swallowing Body Training Sutra" on the "Wood Spirit".

As the master said, the "wood spirit" didn't respond to the energy, and remained motionless. This situation was like sticking a reddish silk thread on the light green cotton thread.

Then, it is the process of driving the "wood spirit" to walk through the meridians. After walking for a week, Zheng Qiu noticed a new change, the reddish energy was slowly fading, and mixed with the white mist on the outermost side of the "Wood Spirit".

He carefully separated Qi Jin, left Dantian, and hid it in Qi Sea.

Opening his eyes, he narrated his introspection to the master: "Master, I have really cultivated energy! I have stored it in the sea of ​​energy, very obedient."

"Has Qi Jin been transformed by the wood spirit?"

Zheng Qiu scratched his head and replied: "I don't know too well, the color has changed, it was light red at first, and then it turned white."

Ming Zong picked up a pen and wrote down the color change mentioned by his apprentice on the paper, and then he took down the wooden board in the courtyard to modify the practice schedule on it.

"It's a good thing to be able to cultivate Qi Jin. The result of this transformation seems to be unknown now. Apprentice, you practice according to the newly written schedule, and strive to fill up Qi Jin in one meridian before autumn."

Master Ming Zong opened the scroll of "Snake Swallowing Body Refining Sutra" again, studied it for a while, and said: "Well... this exercise is too powerful for extracting flesh and blood. It will take you two days to recover, which is too slow."

He tore up the white paper and wrote down a prescription: "You should take the herbal medicine according to this prescription before practicing your kung fu. This should reduce the side effects..."