Li Qingchen was silent for a long time, and finally carefully took out an ancient book and handed it to Su Changqing. "I don't have a book on curing wind and cold, but it should be of some help to you." "Remember, this is hard-won, and you are not allowed to teach anyone else anything except you." Seeing Li Qingchen's solemn look, Su Changqing curiously took the book. 【The Wonderful Volume of Heavenly Medicine】 "Master, is this thing expensive?" Su Changqing asked. "precious?" Li Qingchen smiled. If Su Changqing hadn't been his disciple, he would never have taught this book. This book comes from the legend of the only heavenly doctor who demonstrated his medical skills. This book records countless diseases, big and small. These diseases are not just for ordinary people, but can be cured even by practitioners!
Not practicing well? Breeding inner demons? Incompatible magical powers? Psychic disorder? etc. This is said to be a medical book, but it is better to say that it is a precious book that covers thousands of difficult problems in spiritual practice. This book is mysterious and difficult to understand. It records the world's rare treasures, common medicinal herbs, and countless major and minor cases, which is enough for a person to understand in a lifetime. Even Li Qingchen didn't practice it after getting this book because he didn't have enough mental energy. Confucianism and Taoism alone are enough for him to comprehend for a lifetime. If he were to practice heavenly medicine, he would probably be unable to succeed in both aspects. Therefore, the book remained in his hands for a long time, and he only read it in his spare time. The reason why he gave it to Su Changqing was because of his terrifying understanding. He can't cultivate both medicine and Confucianism, but Su Changqing can, and it's even possible for the heavenly doctor to appear! If it was just a simple transaction, he would not be able to pass on this precious book, but since he is his disciple, he doesn't have to worry so much. The stronger the disciple, the more honor he has as a master, right? "You don't need to ask too many questions. You just need to remember that even your father is not allowed to read this." "Go ahead." Su Changqing nodded, solemnly put the book in his arms, saluted Li Qingchen, and walked out of the room. "For the teacher to value it so much, I guess this miracle scroll of heavenly medicine is not a common thing." "Could it be a gift from an imperial doctor? Well, it's very possible!" Su Changqing thought about it in his heart, and he became a little eager. However, after leaving the bookstore, he did not go home to study medical records immediately. Instead, he found a dense forest and took out the sword technique he practiced yesterday. The Wonderful Scroll of Heavenly Medicine may be very precious, but for Su Changqing, swordsmanship is the most attractive to him.
"call" Su Changqing held a straight wooden stick in his hand, eyes slightly closed, and the figure practicing the sword appeared in his mind again. He moved, and the wooden stick in his hand was like a sharp sword, either picking or stabbing, and his moves were like flowing water. There were sounds of wading through streams, and the dead leaves all around danced in the wind. Gradually, the sound of the stream became faster and thicker, like waves crashing against the dam. Finally, thousands of streams flowed back, making the sound of roaring waves. boom! Dead leaves fell from the sky, and a big tree as thick as an arm broke in response. However, Su Changqing seemed to be completely immersed in it. Not only did he not stop at all, but he even moved faster. The gurgling stream and the sound of waves! The world here seems to be caught in a storm, and the gathered dead leaves are sweeping in all directions like a huge wave. The enlightenment in Su Changqing's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the person followed the sword, and his mind connected with the world. "cut!" Suddenly, Su Changqing gave a low shout, and the wooden stick in his hand fell toward the ground below like a huge wave that could shake the sky. Click! A clear cracking sound suddenly sounded. It turned out that the wooden stick could not withstand the pressure inside and cracked. But at the same time as the wooden stick cracked, an illusory wave-like mark appeared between the sky and the earth, fell on Su Changqing's heavenly spirit, and then imprinted into it. "This is." Su Changqing was startled and touched his empty forehead, feeling a little at a loss. What happens when you practice sword training and develop something else? After Su Changqing closed his eyes for a while, he opened his strange eyes. "My secret skill?" "After a spell is practiced to perfection, the heaven and earth will recognize the special mark dropped, which can make the spell stronger." Su Changqing was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this incomplete secret book could also be used to practice the secret skills of his life. "That's right. Although the moves are just techniques, they are also complete individuals." "Although there is no method and it is not perfect, in terms of technique, this sword technique is already perfect." Su Changqing shook his head regretfully. The secret skill of this life is very strong, but in the end it is still just ordinary if it is incomplete.
But then I thought about it, this swordsmanship was just for fun, so it was an unexpected bonus. "It's getting late, it's time to go back." After taking a look at the sky, Su Changqing simply packed up and headed towards Qingshan Village. … Qingshan Village, Su Wenlin's house. "Dad, I'm going out." After Er Niu shouted, he couldn't wait to run towards the entrance of the village. "You brat, has your Jingtao Sword condensed the mark of your life?" "I'm telling you! If you can't break through the fourth realm within a month, I'll skin you!" Su Wenlin's roar made Erniu shrink his neck and run faster. "It takes a month to condense the natal mark? Are you kidding me? Don't you know how difficult it is to practice that thing?" "If you don't find a teacher for me, just let me practice by myself. It's crazy if I can break through so quickly." Erniu muttered and trotted all the way to the outside of the village. Now, nothing is important to him, only poetry! Yesterday, he took on a lot of responsibility and agreed with Qingqiu that he would produce a poem within three days. If he couldn't do this, he would be too ashamed to see her. "Why hasn't the young master come back yet? Did he go to practice sword again?" "Hey, I shouldn't have given it to him earlier. What can you do with that broken thing? It's a waste of time." Erniu sat at the entrance of the village, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at the sky boredly. He sat for a long time. When the sun set and it was getting dark, he saw the familiar figure on the path in the distance. "Hey, Changqing, why are you back so late!" Erniu jumped up and ran to Su Changqing with a smile on his face. "I was delayed on the road for a while. Brother Erniu is waiting for me?" Su Changqing asked with a chuckle. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. You won't go to find a place to practice sword again, right?" Erniu looked around and whispered: "Don't practice that thing. You can't practice it. You should study now. If your father finds out, we will both be beaten." Now Erniu is very lucky that the head of the family had said that the spiritual sense should not be used randomly. After all, many couples came to Qingshan Village together. It would be embarrassing if they saw something they shouldn't see.
If the spiritual sense could be used, Su Changqing's sword practice would have been exposed long ago. "Brother Erniu, the secret book is real." Looking at Erniu, Su Changqing whispered seriously. "I know it's real, but it's broken, so I can't practice it!" Looking at Su Changqing's stubborn look, Erniu said helplessly. "Can't practice it?" Su Changqing was stunned, "I practiced it."