Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Caiwei had witnessed the old turtle's medical skills with her own eyes. The evildoer had already entered the Palace of Hell and was dragged back by it, so it would be no problem to leave dad's illness to it.

After the old turtle returned to space, Caiwei shook out a little drug from her sleeve and sprinkled it on her father's face.

"Hey, dad, dad----"

She pushed and shouted, but Mu Zhongqing remained motionless. When Caiwei saw this, she felt relieved, grabbed her father, ducked into the space, and placed him in the former bedroom of Master Cihai.

In this space, the climate is humid, warm as spring, and nourished by the spirit of the gods. It is thousands of times better for dad to recuperate here than in that smelly chicken and feather shop!

"Changmei, go get me a basin of water..."

"Parrot, bring me a piece of clean muslin..."

At this moment, Mu Zhongqing was lying on the bed unconsciously, and the most appropriate way to describe him was that he was in a state of embarrassment. He was covered with chicken feathers all over his body, even his hair. Caiwei carefully helped him clean the chicken feathers on his body, and then used the Lingxi water sent by Changmei with a soft wet cotton cloth to wipe his hands. Face.

Dad has suffered so much during the past six months that he has been away from home. Even his appearance is completely different from before. Now he has sunken eye sockets, thin and gray cheeks, and a shaggy beard on his chin. He still has the face in his memory. Fair, clean, and elegant?

After helping her father clean up, the old turtle's medicine was also cooked. Caiwei helped him up and fed him the medicine spoonful by spoonful, fearing that it would leave a bitter taste in his mouth and make him suspicious. Caiwei I fed him a lot of water from Lingxi River until I felt it was enough to dilute the bitter taste in his mouth. Then I stopped. I laid my father flat on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and watched over him until his fever subsided.

Waiting is the most boring feeling. When she was bored, Caiwei strolled casually in the bedroom. Inadvertently, she read a book on the practice of internal strength on the antique bookcase. Originally, she was not interested in practicing internal strength. She thought they were all deceptions made up in martial arts novels. However, since a man with excellent internal strength subdued her in one move, she realized how profound and meticulous the internal strength was.

Moreover, the person who subdued her once said to her: "Although the girl's moves are fierce and fast enough, it is a pity that the girl has no internal strength. When passing the moves, she relies solely on brute force. This kind of fighting method can only be used in the martial arts world." Take advantage..."

From that time on, she had been thinking about practicing internal strength, but later she was busy with opening a store, so she put aside the matter of practicing internal strength.

She happened to see this book today, and she remembered the thoughts she had had. Taking advantage of the fact that she had nothing to do now, she followed the instructions in the book, sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to practice breathing and breathing.

Internal strength is formed through the practice of Qi. Practicing Qi pays attention to breathing and exhalation. Abdominal breathing is often used. Concentration and step-by-step are used to achieve the purpose of exercising the internal organs of the body. In martial arts, it can improve endurance, combat effectiveness and strong self-protection. Power etc.

Caiwei practiced for two hours according to the method in the book. After finishing the practice, she felt that her blood vessels were flowing smoothly and she seemed much lighter.

It seems that this internal skill is really powerful. You can feel the effect after practicing it for a while. If you continue to practice it for a long time, is it still worth it?

After getting up, she went to see her father first and found that his fever had gone away. Caiwei felt relieved and went to the small courtyard again, picked some berries, mashed them into juice, and fed them to him. This time Feeding him is much easier than when I gave him medicine before. I don’t know if it’s because his condition has improved or because the juice is sweet and delicious!