Martial Cultivator Chapter 12: Boil medicine

The next day.

Before dawn, vegetable vendor Wang Liuzi drove a mule cart to the door of Wang An's house.

Wang An put the big and small bags on the cart, paid Wang Liuzi four money, then got on the cart, and drove out of the city to Dahe Township with the sound of the cart rolling.

He got off the car at the Weihe embankment.

Carrying the things and walking east along the embankment for three miles, you will see a downhill dirt road connecting to the embankment.

Standing on the embankment, you can see some residential courtyards under the dirt road, hidden by green trees, looming.

That is the village where Uncle Wang An lives - Zhangshui Village.

He walked down the dirt road with his baggage on his back. As soon as he arrived at the end of the village, he saw a tall and thin figure sitting on a stone pier at the end of the village.

The tall and thin old man saw Wang An approaching, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Here he comes."

"Uncle!" Wang An called out in surprise when he saw the old man, "How did you know I would come today?"

"I don't know." The old man shook his head, stood up and helped Wang An unload his baggage. Regardless of Wang An's refusal, he carried all those things on his back, "I came here to sit here in the morning, and I met you. Back. Hehehe..."

Wang An scratched his head when he heard this, feeling a little touched in his heart.

After traveling through time, he also visited the countryside several times, and almost every time he would meet his uncle at the entrance of the village.

Thinking about it, I know that after my uncle sent the news to the city, he sat at the entrance of the village every morning, waiting for him to get the news and come back to take a look.

"What are you bringing here?

I have everything at home, so there is no need for you to bring anything back. "Uncle Zhang Fa loosened the burden on his shoulders and complained about Wang An.

Wang An hurriedly said: "These are all the food I bought in the city for food. I brought them back to honor you and my aunt.

Don't give in, I have some good news to tell you. ”

"Good news?" After Zhang Fa heard this, he no longer complained about Wang An's spending money. He seemed to have guessed something and grinned, "Last time, your Uncle Zheng sent a message back, saying that you were about to take the exam to become a formal police officer.

Did you do well in the exam? ”

"Yes, I am now an official detective.

I also passed the top ten exams and can stay in Nanping government office to run errands in the future. Wang An nodded in agreement. Seeing his uncle's face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, he felt a little happy, "The Yamen also rewarded me with fifty taels of silver. I just bought these things so that you and your aunt can enjoy the blessings too!" ”

"Fifty taels of silver?!" Zhang Fa was surprised and became more and more satisfied with this nephew, "I knew that you must be a promising kid.

An'er, do your errands at the Yamen properly. The Wang family will look after you from now on. ”

He patted Wang An on the shoulder, and without mentioning the fifty taels of silver, he said cheerfully: "Let's go, tell your aunt the good news, and ask her to stew chicken for you at noon!"

An old man and a young man were chatting and laughing as they walked towards Zhangshui Village, a village with a population of several hundred households.

……

At dusk, after dinner.

In the woodshed, a medicine pot squatted on the newly made cast iron stove. Hot steam spurted out from the mouth of the pot, and the strong smell of medicine spread throughout the woodshed.

Seeing this, the old woman who was guarding the stove opened the lid and took a look. She saw that the medicinal soup had boiled into a pure black color. With a smile on her face, she turned to the door and shouted: "An'er, An'er, your husband The body soup is ready!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of footsteps followed from far to near.

Wang An appeared at the door of the woodshed, grinning and said to Aunt Li, "Are you done, Auntie?"

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Li stopped Wang An's hand that wanted to hold the medicine jar and glared at him, "It's so hot and you still have an empty hand, carefully burn your skin!

I'll do it. ”

As she said that, she had already found two rags, picked up the medicine jar, left the stove, poured the medicine soup into a large bowl, and poured a large bowl full.

Wang An stood by and smiled playfully: "Auntie, is this iron stove easy to use? Is it faster to make a fire than an earthen stove?"

"Well, it doesn't cost much firewood." My aunt nodded with satisfaction, took the medicinal soup out of the firewood shed, put it on a low table, and said to Wang An, "I just finished eating, let's go first Activities Activities.

Wait until the medicinal soup is warm before eating.

Is this really a health soup? Don't mess around! ”

"Don't worry, I won't take medicine randomly!" Wang An responded with a smile, took another small bowl, and poured some medicinal soup into the small bowl.

When Mrs. Li saw this, she just thought he was drinking medicine from a small bowl and didn't care. She gave him a few instructions and turned to the side room.

It was getting dark, and it was time for her and her uncle to rest.

In ancient times, farmers and households were all like this. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

Wang An slept a little later, stretched out his body in the yard, and then practiced big gun boxing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His martial arts progress is almost the same every day.

Now that he is practicing this fist, his body has completely turned into a shadow, and only the sound of the fist shaking the air can be heard continuously.

In one breath, he can hit three big spear punches in a row.

Each punch can mobilize more than a hundred muscles to contract simultaneously.

Each punch contains the power of breaking rocks.

A moment passed, and Wang An calmed down his figure and stood tall.

He frowned slightly, realizing what he had gained from practicing boxing just now.

“Today, Daqiang Boxing has little effect on my own training.

Generally speaking, when they reach my level, most martial artists will choose to organize their bright energy, integrate it into the big muscles of their body, and develop dark energy. ”

"But Wen Bu Fang said that the third level of strength training is the foundation and top priority of a martial artist.

The extent to which this third level of cultivation is achieved is related to a martial artist's growth potential.

To start the next level of cultivation before completing the previous one is to end your own future.

When you have developed the dark strength, and then want to go back and exercise other muscles in the body, and then practice the bright strength, look for Shuyuan wwwｗ. zhaoshuyuan.com is extremely difficult. ”

“So, it’s best for me to practice a few more boxing techniques now, and try to develop all the more than 600 muscles in my body!

After returning to Nanping, I immediately went to the martial arts school to visit him.

Learn the ‘Three Thunder Hands’ from Nanping Martial Arts School as soon as possible! ”

Wang An calmed down his mind, and his sharp aura disappeared without a trace. He was still a leisurely and indifferent young man.

He took away the small bowl of 'Three Yuan Health Soup' and walked straight south after traveling far away.

Not far away, I saw a dog house in front of a house.

A large black and white dog squatted in the kennel, its dark eyes staring at Wang An who was approaching.

"Woo——" it roared in protest.

Wang An didn't take it seriously and poured the medicinal soup into its dog bowl: "Dahua, come here, take the medicine."

Then he left the place, hid in a corner, and secretly observed the reaction of the big dog.

In the past, every time he returned to the countryside, he was often threatened by this big spotted dog.

Now is the time to test the medicine on this stupid dog.

Crash...

The big-flowered dog poked its head out of the den and looked around, but found no whereabouts of Wang An.

It waited for a while, then slowly moved to the dog basin, sniffed the medicinal soup in the basin, and took two licks without smelling anything interesting.

The taste didn't seem to be very good. It shook its head and squatted next to the dog bowl.

Wang An waited for a while, thinking that it would not eat anymore, but it lowered its head and purred and drank up the medicinal soup.

Then he lay down next to the dog bowl and fell asleep.

No abnormal reactions were seen.

Wang An was relieved when he saw this and turned to his uncle's home.

As he was approaching the door of his house, he saw a figure with his back to him, drawing something on his uncle's neighbor's door.