With the enlightenment in his heart, the stick in Erniu's hand was like a sword, a little less strong and a little more gentle. Continuous streams converged, withered leaves flying and strong winds raging, and then like the rolling waves of the river, the waves surged. When the last sword fell, a turbulent wave rose between heaven and earth, and a bright water mark fell on Erniu Tianling. At this point, the Jingtao sword technique that had troubled Er Niu for a long time had completely condensed his natal mark. "Hey, Brother Erniu is even more powerful than me. The condensed mark is much brighter than mine." Su Changqing said with some frustration. Erniu's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say. Of course, his swordsmanship mark will be brighter. That is because he has a mental method, a complete secret book, and a cultivation base. But Su Changqing's mark was a result of hard training, and it was much more valuable than his. Regardless of whether the two of them could form sword seals, Su Changqing was far superior to him in terms of his understanding of Jingtao sword technique.
"Chang Qing." Erniu patted Su Changqing's shoulder and sighed: "You will know how powerful you are in the future." Su Changqing smiled and did not take Er Niu's words of comfort seriously. Looking at the sky that was about to get bright, he said: "Okay, we've almost collected the medicinal materials, and you've learned the swordsmanship. It's time to go back and brew the medicine, or you should miss class." Erniu nodded, with a bit of a smile on his face. He has gained a lot today, not only has he mastered swordsmanship, but more importantly... He knew how powerful the person he would follow in the future was! … Return to Qingshan Village. Su Changqing hurriedly set up the pot, distributed the herbs, and boiled the medicine. He glanced at the sky that was about to get bright, and said to the two cows beside him: "Brother Erniu, you are here to watch the medicine boil. It doesn't need to be too hot. It will be ready in two hours. Remember to ask Uncle Wen Lin to drink the medicine." "I have to leave quickly, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with my studies." After saying this, Su Changqing trotted away without waiting for Er Niu to respond. "Drink medicine?" Looking at Su Changqing's leaving figure, Erniu shook his head in confusion. Even if this medicine was refined by the Alchemy Saint, it wouldn't be able to cure his father's illness. "You brat, the young master is gone, why don't you come back and practice your sword quickly!"
While Erniu was boiling the medicine, Su Wenlin's roar sounded from the yard next door. Erniu glanced at it, remained unmoved and didn't say anything, and lazily crossed his legs. "Little bastard, you've got some skills, right?" When Su Wenlin saw it, he became furious. He crossed the yard and strode towards Er Niu. But just when he stretched out his big hand to grab Erniu's ears, a bright mark appeared between them. "Who are you calling a little bastard?" Erniu raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, and pursed his lips towards the sword mark. "Now, this young master has finished practicing. Is there any reward?" Su Wenlin was stunned for a moment, unable to react when he saw the sword mark in front of him. He knew that his son's aptitude was not weak, but in the morning Erniu was still a long way from condensing the sword seal. How come it only took less than an hour for him to achieve this sword skill? "Did the head of the family give you some advice?" Su Wenlin glanced into the room and asked in a low voice. "Hey, don't worry about it, you've got it done anyway." Erniu said proudly, looking at the stove and throwing a wooden stick. "This kid is enlightened" Su Wenlin nodded secretly in his heart. Even with his critical eyes, he couldn't find any faults. But looking at the proud boy in front of me, I was still angry and itchy my teeth. "What are you so proud of? It's not because of your father's teachings!" Erniu's face darkened when he heard this, "Okay, don't mention your teachings." The young master has only been practicing sword practice for two days, and he can already see his problem at a glance. His father didn't give him any help except beating him. "I'm leaving in two days, and you can't lose your practice." Su Wenlin glared, then threw Er Niu a new swordsmanship secret book. "I'll break through to the fourth realm soon. Let me practice hard on this one!" Erniu was stunned, took out the secret book in his arms and looked at it, and was shocked. "Mid-level heaven-level, Starry Sword Art?" "Dad, did you sell your Azure Dragon Spear? Did you invest in such a big deal?" The world's secret skills are at the fourth level and twelve levels, one level, heaven and earth.
Regardless of the fact that the Star Sword, which is a mid-level Heavenly Sword, is only one level higher than the Jingtao Sword, there is a huge gap between the two. At the same time, the price of heaven-level secret skills is so high that if it is only one level lower, the price will be doubled several times. "I'm selling a shitty gun. This little money can't help me." Even so, Su Wenlin still showed a hint of physical pain on his face. Then he looked at Erniu and said: "You also know that this thing is precious. You are not required to condense your secret skills in two years, but you must at least achieve it, otherwise I will break your legs!" Two Newtons looked bitter. This person was about to leave, but he still had homework left? This secret skill of the mid-level heaven level is very difficult to master, and there is no teacher. "Huh?" Thinking of this, Er Niu's eyes suddenly lit up. It is true that there is no kendo teacher in Qingshan Village, but there is a young master. With the young master's ability, he should be able to perfect his swordsmanship within two years, right? "What are you doing, kid?" While Er Niu was thinking about it secretly, Su Wenlin looked suspiciously at the smelly stove. "Hey, I'm making some medicine for you." Er Niu Yi Le said. "Make some medicine for me?" Su Wenlin was stunned for a moment. "Yes, didn't you catch the cold? There are also many people in the village who are coughing." "The young master is worried about you, so he specially asked Ruxian for a recipe." Erniu said jokingly. When Su Wenlin heard this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. What was the cause of their illness? "Forget it, just keep going. It's all due to the young master's hard work." After finishing speaking, he looked at Er Niu and warned: "After I leave, don't cause any trouble, otherwise I won't be able to spare you." Erniu nodded silently, then looked at Su Wenlin and curled his lips: "You'd better care about yourself. The injuries you suffered earlier have not healed well. Be careful when you go out this time." Su Wenlin grinned, opened his mouth and said nothing, just warned: "You spend a lot of time in contact with the young master. Remember to remind him from time to time and say that we are dying." … The day passed quickly.
Su Changqing, who had been reading for another day, rushed home immediately and found Erniu. "Brother Erniu, have Uncle Wenlin and the others taken the medicine? How is the effect?" Su Changqing asked expectantly. Erniu opened his mouth and said with a gloomy face: "It doesn't have any effect, and the disease is getting worse." At exactly this time, Su Wenlin's violent coughing sounded in the room. When Su Changqing heard this, he was confused for a moment. "That's not right. I obviously followed the instructions in the medical book. How come it doesn't work?" “Is it the wrong proportion, or is the herb not old enough?” Su Changqing recalled it carefully, frowned and said, "It's all right, how come it doesn't work?" He hurriedly opened the far door of Erniu's house, walked into the house, and saw Su Wenlin lying on the bed with an ugly face. "Changqing is here, cough cough cough cough." Su Wenlin greeted weakly. Su Changqing frowned and nodded, then came to Su Wenlin and took a closer look. Then he opened his mouth and checked, and finally took his pulse again. As a result, his brows furrowed even more tightly. "That's not right. The energy and blood are so full that the pulse is strong and strong. It doesn't look like it's wind-cold." Su Wenlin, who was listening on the side, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Oops, when did the young master learn to take his pulse? Ruxian even teaches this? "Uncle Wenlin, where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?" Su Changqing asked seriously. "Uh, here I am." Su Wenlin could tell that he was not sick at all, so how could he say that? Besides, he had never experienced cold in his life, so how could he know what it felt like? Simply, Su Wenlin remembered the feeling when an old injury recurred on his body, and said: "I just feel severe pain in my chest, my blood is turbulent, my meridians are surging, and I feel uncomfortable all over." After saying that, Su Wenlin breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Su Changqing who was thinking deeply. "You can cure Fenghan, but this old injury problem in cultivation will always be difficult for you, right?" Su Wenlin praised his agility, and Erniu next to him secretly gave a thumbs up.
But who would have thought that after Su Changqing thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Right!" "This disease is documented in medical books!" Su Wenlin and Er Niu were stunned when they heard this. Right. Right?
