Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

When the muscles and bones of the body were fully mobilized, and there seemed to be a flame burning in the dantian, Lin Qing began to practice boxing.

What surprised him was that the first punch was extremely solid, without the slightest vainness, and it was even a little more than capable.

"Could it be because you practiced piles yesterday?"

It wasn't until he finished three sets of Taijiquan that Lin Qing realized that if he didn't practice, he wouldn't know how important the posture skills are after the practice.

Unlike yesterday morning, Lin Qing, who had practiced Tai Chi three times this time, did not feel exhausted, on the contrary, he still had some strength left.

"Because my attributes and proficiency have been improved."

If you compare yourself to a container, and the exercise method to water, the container is growing rapidly every day, but the water is quantitative.

"It's just right, then give the time before exhaustion to Wuxingzhuan."

Lin Qing went back to the room, moved two round stools to the edge of the bed, jumped up, stood on the round stools, and began to stand.

Only by setting limits for yourself again and again can you break through the bottleneck better.

With his current core strength, he might be able to stand for two to three hours, so he simply came to a difficult one, condensing the time and getting twice the result with half the effort.

However, Lin Qing still overestimated his position too much.

Just 15 minutes later, he felt tearing pain from his legs, and his hot lower back began to shake and shake.

But at the same time, Lin Qing's body was also billowing with heat, his skin began to turn red, and his blood became active.

Increase the difficulty, it really is more effective!

Lin Qing took a deep breath and began to challenge the limit.

The stool under his feet began to vibrate slightly, and the black panther's black eyes shone with doubt.

It seems to think that its master has suffered some serious illness, why should he torture himself like this.

2 minutes, hold on for another 2 minutes and I will win!

Lin Qing raised his head to look into his head, forcibly lifted his spirits, took a deep breath, and stabilized the crumbling core.

Time became extremely slow at this moment, until the hour hand of the clock took a step, Lin Qing let out a long breath and fell on the bed.

He kept breathing heavily, with a vague smile on his face.

The endophenolphthalein secreted after the successful challenge brought a lot of satisfaction, and the long-lasting strength in his waist made him want to roar out freely.

Force: 1.07△

Spirit: 1.17△

Speed: 1.06△

Constitution: 1.38△

Skills: Eight Vajra Skills LV2 (62/200)

Fort Zhao Tai Chi lv2 (45/200)

Thirteen tai chi piles lv2 (14/200)

Free attribute points: 0.12

Lin Qing was taken aback.

All attributes and martial arts proficiency have been greatly increased, and his free attribute points, unexpectedly, have as many as 0.12.

"Wang!"

Black Panther thought something happened to Lin Qing, and tugged at his trouser legs worriedly.

"I'm fine, Panther."

Lin Qing patted the dog's head and drank the prepared warm water in one gulp.

"What do you want for lunch, chicken breast or bone?"

"Wang!"

Although he couldn't understand what Lin Qing said, the panther still stuck out his tongue and responded.

Due to the aggravation of training in the past two days, Lin Qing ignored the food supplements a little bit, and then decided to stew a big bone soup today.

"There's an important thing here right now, the money is running out."

Lin Qing sighed, and rubbed the space between his brows with difficulty.

During this period of time, the purchase of refrigerators, ingredients, traditional Chinese medicine and some small household appliances made his treasury more and more depleted.

Poor culture and rich martial arts!

If this continues, I'm afraid I will have to drink the northwest wind.

However, there was an indisputable fact before Lin Qing.

Although he lived an extremely fulfilling life during this time, the quality of life was tens of thousands of times better than in a big city.

But what is the use of practicing martial arts?

He couldn't think of a way to make a fortune on his body.

Even a master of Chuanwu will starve to death if he does not eat.

"Forget it, as soon as it comes, it's safe."

Lin Qing patted his cheek.

After taking a nap in the afternoon, Lin Qing went out to the clinic.

He wanted to gain some favor with Dr. Zheng.

When taking the medicine today, Lin Qing could feel that the effect of the medicine was not as strong as when he took it for the first time.

But he also knows that all medicines are resistant.

Just two servings of decoction can support a martial artist, so it is not considered poor and rich.

"Mr. Zheng."

When he came to the clinic, Dr. Zheng was drying Chinese medicine in the courtyard.

Seeing Lin Qing, he looked a little surprised.

"Young man, what are you doing here now? Didn't I say to take this medicine first and then come back for a follow-up visit?"

Lin Qing scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Old man, I'm fine at home, thanks to your two prescriptions, I feel much better, so come to see if there is anything I can help Do something."

Dr. Zheng suddenly realized, he waved his hand and was about to refuse, but his eyes stopped on Lin Qing's rosy face, and he was surprised for a moment and said:

"Have you replenished your lost energy and blood?!"

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"Yes." Lin Qing scratched his head and said sincerely, "Thanks to Mr.'s tonic, I can recover so quickly."

"Young man, come in with me."

Dr. Zheng put the traditional Chinese medicine aside, staggered towards the house, and waved at Lin Qing.

The two sat down, and Doctor Zheng began to feel Lin Qing's pulse.

I saw him squinting his brows, sometimes frowning, and sometimes sighing slightly.

"Old sir, is there something wrong with my body?"

Lin Qing was a little apprehensive and asked in a low voice.

When I go to Chinese medicine, what I fear most is the doctor's expression of bewilderment.

"There is a problem, and there is no problem."

After Dr. Zheng finished his consultation, he withdrew his hand and looked at Lin Qing suspiciously.

"Your blood is a lot thicker than when you came last time, your physical fitness has also improved a lot, and even the worn-out organs have almost recovered."

"But what surprises me is that such a fast improvement speed does not cause any pressure or side effects on your body."

That's because I have golden fingers, Lin Qing thought, and then said with a smile: "Thanks to you, old man."

"Okay, I'm a stinky old man who has been immersed in Chinese medicine for so many years. It's clear whether it's my credit or not."

Doctor Zheng laughed dumbfounded, and waved at Lin Qing.

"After taking the medicine first, come here again, and I will prescribe some tonic medicine according to your physical condition."

"Thank you, sir."

Lin Qing quickly thanked him.

Yesterday he inquired in the village and learned that his grandmother often went to the clinic to help out, and occasionally stayed there to take care of the patients. Presumably it was for this reason that Dr. Zheng was willing to help him.

"But young man, some medicinal materials are very expensive. If you plan to practice martial arts, you must be mentally prepared."

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go back first."

Doctor Zheng saw Lin Qing's intention, smiled and waved.

"Mr. Zheng, I really want to do something for you."

Lin Qing straightened his expression and spoke.

He, Lin Qing, is not someone who only knows how to take advantage of the benefits of the older generation.

The other party helped Lin Qing unconditionally, and he would also help the other party within his ability.

Doctor Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, then walked out the door with his hands behind his back.

"Then young man, you can help me dry out the traditional Chinese medicine."

In the morning, the sun was just right. In the courtyard, the old man was sitting on a small bench, looking at Lin Qing who was drying the medicine.

"This is nothing in summer. Does it look a bit like the ginger that is often eaten? Remove all the stems and leaves, it has the effect of promoting blood circulation, promoting qi and relieving pain."

"Scorpion, let it dry in the shade under the eaves for a little while, it can cure convulsions in children and internal liver wind."

"This is the epimedium we just picked. It can't be exposed to the sun. It's fine to put it together with the scorpion. Hehe, middle-aged men like this thing the most."

Lin Qing was drying the medicinal herbs while listening to Dr. Zheng's explanation of each medicinal herb, and the whole morning passed like this.

With his help, most of the medicinal materials have been dried, and the rest will be saved until tomorrow.

Lin Qing then made a lunch for Dr. Zheng before saying goodbye and leaving.

After listening to the explanation all morning, Lin Qing also had a preliminary understanding of Chinese herbal medicine.

However, he did not intend to ask Dr. Zheng for medical advice. After all, his main focus now is to teach martial arts, and learning medicine, like teaching martial arts, also takes a lot of time.

"This old Mr. Zheng doesn't look that simple. From the way he walks, it can be seen that he has some martial arts foundation."

Lin Qing thought as he walked.

Now that Lin Qing has one foot into Chuanwu, he can tell whether the opponent has the foundation without fighting.

Like Dr. Zheng, although his legs are injured, his waist is extremely stable, and he has to stand for at least a few years.

Before entering the house, Lin Qing heard a burst of playfulness.

He was slightly taken aback, who is here?

In Xiheidui Village, except when going out for a long time, ordinary residents will not lock the door. Even if they go to bed at night, they only lock the door into the hall.

The folk customs here are simple and simple, everyone looks up and down, and even if the door is not locked, no house has been stolen.

Stepping into the courtyard, Lin Qing saw a four or five-year-old boy playing with a black panther, and a middle-aged aunt wearing a colorful short-sleeved shirt sitting on a pony and fanning.

As soon as the black panther who was playing around saw his master coming back, he immediately ran to Lin Qing's feet without looking back.

"Good dog."

Lin Qing patted the dog's head.

He had heard from Li Gui before that this kind of five-black dog has aura and can even distinguish between good and evil, so it is very suitable for housekeeping.

"Oh, boy, are you here?"

Seeing Lin Qing walking in, the aunt stood up straight away, looking a little reserved.

Lin Qing remembered her as the aunt who had just returned to the village to deliver food to him that day.