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

Speed: 0.87△

Constitution: 1.07△

Free allocation of attribute points: 0.08

Skills: Eight Vajra Skills LV2 (36/200)

Fort Zhao Tai Chi lv1 (/100)

The four attributes increased across the board, and at the same time, 0.08 attribute points were given!

The efficiency of brushing attributes is simply much better than that of rolling iron.

Without thinking about it at all, Lin Qing directly added all the attribute points to Tai Chi, and his proficiency directly reached 94!

He decided to strike while the iron was hot, and continued to practice boxing at night to make up for the lack of proficiency.

In the evening, after Lin Qing finished his dinner, he continued to come to the edge of the reservoir and started punching.

From [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, he completely mastered one hundred and eight forms, and Zhao Bao also broke through to the second level of Taijiquan while practicing with him!

After the second level, Lin Qing became more and more proficient at mastering the fixed moves of each hand. He no longer needed video assistance, and could complete a complete set of boxing moves only with muscle memory.

You must know that he has only practiced for one day. If there is no attribute panel, I am afraid that there are so many fixed forms, and he will have to learn for a month or two.

This kind of progress is visible to the naked eye every day, and when the improvement becomes bigger and bigger, the feeling of pleasure is addictive.

And Lin Qing is in this state now, he can't wait to spend 24 hours a day on boxing.

After three hours of exercise, Lin Qing's various attributes increased by 0.02, and his free attribute points also increased by 0.08!

Level [-] Taijiquan improves the attribute even higher!

Tomorrow morning, I will try to practice Tai Chi after practicing the Eight Parts of Vajra Kungfu.

Lin Qing went home while thinking.

However, when a gust of cool wind blew by, Lin Qing's expression changed, and he felt the blood all over his body rushing to his forehead.

What's happening here?

His expression changed, and he felt a little difficult to breathe, as if something had accumulated in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

It's like when the breathing rate is not controlled well when running, and suddenly you have a sudden breath.

Lin Qing didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he ran back home and closed all the doors and windows tightly to prevent the wind from blowing in and blood rushing into the back of his head.

After a while, the feeling of bileness still exists.

Could it be that I practiced for too long?

Lin Qing opened his notebook and searched for relevant information on the Internet.

After studying for a long time, he finally understood the reason.

I was too hasty and raised Zhao Fort Taijiquan to the second level, but the attributes could not support such a long time consumption.

Therefore, long-term overload training causes the blood in the body to surge, which is why it accumulates in the back of the head and can't breathe.

It can only be said that fortunately, he practiced Taijiquan relatively softly. If he changed to Bajiquan or Vajra Fist, Lin Qing would probably be lying on the hospital bed.

"It seems that I have to formulate a training plan in the future, and I must not continue to practice like this."

Lin Qing sighed.

The proficiency of martial arts cannot be improved rashly, otherwise there will be a phenomenon of small horses and large carts.

It's like a thin man, even if you give him a Qinglongyanyue knife, he can't move at all.

Is there any better solution for this situation?

Lin Qing searched Zhihu, trying to find some answerers who had the same question.

"Chinese medicine?"

Lin Qing stared at an answer, clenching his chin in thought.

This is indeed the fastest way to recuperate the body.

Otherwise, you can only greatly reduce the amount of training, supplemented by diet therapy.

"For traditional Chinese medicine, there seems to be one in the village."

Lin Qing flipped through the memories in his mind.

Deep in the village, there is a small clinic on the mountainside.

I remember when he was a child, Lin Qing had a high fever for a long time, and his grandmother took him to prescribe two Chinese medicines. After eating, he fell asleep and the fever subsided.

Grandma Ju said that the old man in the clinic was surnamed Zheng, and no one in the village knew his name, so they called him Dr. Zheng.

Dr. Zheng used to be a military doctor, and even crossed the Yalu River with the army. After liberation, he returned to the village and lived alone.

Whether it is a serious illness or a minor illness, the village will go to him.

"It's been so many years, and I don't know if the old Chinese doctor is still there. Let's go and see tomorrow morning."

Lin Qing didn't check his phone again today, took out a thin quilt to cover his body, and fell asleep before ten o'clock.

Early the next morning, Lin Qing got up early and walked towards the clinic from memory.

"I hope that clinic is still open, otherwise I have to go to the county."

Thinking of how many attribute points would be lost by wasting a day like this, Lin Qing felt a faint heartache.

The closer you get to Liangquan Mountain behind Xiheidui Village, the fewer houses there are.

Until the end is the rugged mountain road.

And that small clinic is located on the flat ground at the foot of the mountain road.

It was a self-built building of about the same size, with a height of two floors, and there was no sign of a clinic on the outside.

But from far away, one could smell the scent of medicine emanating from the room.

Lin Qing gently knocked on the door and walked into the clinic.

Chapter 8 Top-level prescriptions, attribute growth!

In the courtyard of the clinic, rows of traditional Chinese medicines that Lin Qing didn't know were drying.

Walking into the lobby, there are rows of huge vertical cabinets facing you. There are hundreds of small drawers on the cabinets, and the names of Chinese medicines are marked on them.

A hale and hearty old man with pale hair and wearing a dark green military overcoat was sitting in front of the cabinet, looking at the book in his hand.

Sensing Lin Qing's arrival, the old man put down his book and looked at him.

"Young man, what's wrong?"

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he looked at least 80 years old.

Lin Qing told the old man exactly about his physical discomfort.

Dr. Zheng beckoned and signaled Lin Qing to feel his pulse, like an old tree that was about to decay swaying in the wind.

"Tsk."

Feeling Lin Qing's pulse, unexpected emotions appeared in the old man's muddy eyes for the first time.

"Young man, you can't practice martial arts like you do."

Hearing this, Lin Qing was shocked.

Although I told him the symptoms, I never said that the crux was practicing martial arts.

The crux can be judged just by feeling the pulse, the old man's medical skills are really profound.

"As the saying goes, you don't go out for Tai Chi for ten years. Practicing martial arts, to put it bluntly, is all about time, don't rush for quick success."

The old gentleman spoke eloquently, admonishing Lin Qing.

The meaning of this sentence is to say that Tai Chi is so advanced that it is impossible to master it without practicing for ten years.

"I'll write you a prescription. You go back and eat for a week, and make up for the lack of blood."

It only took a few minutes for the old man to go from diagnosis to prescription.

Looking at the old man who was taking medicine for himself, Lin Qing was a little disappointed.

If this is the case, the plan to brush attributes by yourself will be ruined.

"Young man, I haven't seen you in the village, isn't it from our place?"

The old man packed a lot of herbs in batches, put them in a string in front of Lin Qing, and asked casually.

"Mister, my grandma is Li Xianglan."

Lin Qing took the medicinal materials to thank, and explained.

Hearing this, Dr. Zheng was slightly taken aback, his expression lost in memory.

"It turned out to be her family's grandson, who has grown up so much."

He sighed.

"Thank you sir, how much is the total?"

Lin Qing got up and thanked.

"You wait a moment."

However, Dr. Zheng waved his hand, sat back at the table, and took out a pen and paper.

"Let me make another prescription for you. You can take these two medicines together, to adjust your body in the morning and replenish your qi and blood at night. Just remember not to practice too hard at one time, and allocate your time reasonably."

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Then thank you, old man."

It seems that there should be some story between grandma and this old man, otherwise the other party would not have such a big reaction when he heard his name.

"Well, scan the QR code at the door, a total of two hundred and four."

Dr. Zheng didn't say much, and moved staggeringly to grab medicine for Lin Qing.

Half an hour later, Lin Qing left the clinic with two bunches of traditional Chinese medicine and walked towards home.

Back home, Lin Qing posted the second prescription prescribed by Dr. Zheng to the TCM post bar.

"Sir, can you take a look at the effect of this prescription?"

It's not that he couldn't trust Dr. Zheng, but he was curious about what medicine he would prescribe for him after hearing about his grandma.

In the afternoon, Lin Qing had nothing to do, so he began to make an exercise plan for himself.

"The time in the morning must not be wasted, and it must all be handed over to Ba Bu Vajra Kung Fu and Tai Chi."

After Lin Qing thought for a moment, he wrote on the timetable on his laptop.

"In the afternoon, I will use it to rest and replenish my strength. In the evening, I will continue to practice Tai Chi for an hour to strengthen it."

A reasonable and scientific timetable, combined with martial arts is the correct path.

The black panther lay lazily at his feet, staring at its master curiously with its dark eyes.

At this moment, Lin Qing's cell phone rang.

When I opened it, someone replied to that post.

A family of traditional Chinese medicine: "I'll go, brother, is this a prescription prescribed by an expert from the Guangdong Provincial Medical College? This combination of medicinal materials is too ingenious, why didn't I think of it?!"

"Boss, is this medicine very powerful? What does it do?"

Lin Qing humbly asked for advice.

Soon the pair came back.

"Brother, it's awesome that you can get an expert account that ordinary people can't get. There's no need for Versailles, right?"

Seeing that the other party misunderstood, Lin Qing quickly typed: "Brother misunderstood, this is a prescription I found in my hometown, I came here to ask purely out of curiosity, I really don't know."

The Guangdong Provincial Medical College he mentioned has several masters of traditional Chinese medicine, and is known as the number one hospital of traditional Chinese medicine in the country.

You must know that those masters are idol-level existences to these Chinese medicine lovers, and it is not an exaggeration to see their prescriptions so excited.

A family of traditional Chinese medicine: "This is a prescription for promoting blood circulation. It is simple and direct, and hits the nail on the head. The various combinations of this prescription have greatly activated the properties of the medicine and at the same time ensured the cost-effectiveness. Only blind scorpion in a medicine is expensive. You say it is not good. force?"

"Let me put it this way, you can't find such a simple and appropriate prescription at all, only those few masters who don't want money can prescribe it to you, understand?"