$50, Three Mountains and One Qi Bridge (Please Read It Later)
Bid farewell to Heavenly King Kun.
Xu Xing returned to his own room and prepared to start practicing the "Three Mountains and One Qi Tong Shen She Fa Ningmai Jue".
Now he has sorted out the internal affairs of the mountain village and established a certain prestige.
All he needs is for his subordinates to handle the internal affairs step by step.
In the short term, he will not be needed for the time being.
He can have enough time to practice this secret technique.
"Meridian bridging... is too dangerous."
"Even if there is a prescription for repairing internal injuries in this Ningmai Jue, think about it, with the exquisiteness of the meridians, if you accidentally injure the meridians, it is not easy to recover with only the medicine soup."
"It will definitely leave hidden injuries."
Xu Xing pondered the essence of Ningmai Jue.
The mystery of the human meridians is difficult for him, a post-natal warrior, to see through. If you practice the technique carelessly and injure the meridians, it will not be solved in a short time to make up for and repair them.
Just like the flying wires on the circuit board, if you are not careful, the board will be burned.
"There is this secret technique in the Great Snow Mountain. It is not easy to give birth to a congenital."
"You can see the danger of this technique."
"But I am different. I have... this treasure."
Xu Xing stared at the bronze ancient mirror.
...
The next moment.
He came to the Huaiyuan Inn in the dungeon world.
The academy exam is also called the Dao exam. It is held twice in three years, with two exams, mostly in August every year. The last time he took the prefectural exam was in April, and there were still nearly four months before the academy exam.
Although Jingyang County is not far from Chang'an, it is only half a day's journey.
But most of the scholars preparing for the exam still plan to live in the provincial capital.
First, the provincial capital is prosperous, which is not comparable to ordinary county towns. Second, being in the provincial capital is also conducive to scholars exchanging knowledge with each other.
Only four months passed in a flash.
Xu Xing is the head of the prefecture, and Huaiyuan Inn exempted his board and lodging expenses as usual.
With this, Xu Xing was also happy to stay in Huaiyuan Inn temporarily.
He stayed at Huaiyuan Inn temporarily, and brought a lot of business to Huaiyuan Inn, which was a win-win situation. Scholars from the provincial capital would come to the inn with their own eight-part essays to learn from him. With the coming and going of people, Huaiyuan Inn made a lot of money.
"Brother Jianan..."
"Have you heard of these medicinal herbs?"
Xu Xing found Chen Jianan, told him all the prescriptions for repairing meridians, and drew a map of herbs.
"Hanyuanshen? Guibouchou..."
"I have been in the medicine store for more than ten years, and I have never heard of these medicinal herbs."
Chen Jianan shook his head.
"Where did you find these medicinal herbs?"
He was surprised and asked back.
With his knowledge, he should not have never seen any of the medicinal herbs here. He had heard of some of the medicinal herbs, but combined with the herbal map drawn by Xu Xing, he found that they were not the medicinal herbs he remembered.
"I found it in a miscellaneous book."
"Maybe it's an ancient medicine, which is rarely seen nowadays."
After hearing this, Xu Xing lost interest in finding medicine and responded casually.
Yes, the two worlds are different, and the herbs grown are also very different. Not to mention the different worlds, just the adjacent regions, oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, and oranges grown in the north of the Huai River are bitter oranges. Some medicinal materials in traditional Chinese medicine can only be picked in the local area recorded in ancient books. Once they are moved to other places, the medicinal properties will be different.
Of course, you can ask a famous doctor to re-mix the decoction according to the medicinal properties.
But this kind of thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it may not work after a lot of effort...
"Anyway...it's just the meridians of my body that are destroyed."
"It's destroyed, so it's destroyed."
After returning to the room, Xu Xing made up his mind and began to practice "Three Mountains and One Qi Tong Shen She Fa Ning Mai Jue" directly.
Compared with Yao Dang and others in the real world...,
He is already blessed.
Although sufficient preparation is required for doing things, there is no need to be too timid.
Day after day.
Time passed slowly.
Xu Xing announced to the public that he would not see any outsiders and would prepare for the college entrance examination.
Huaiyuan Inn's business suddenly declined a lot.
"It's just a little money."
"Don't worry too much..."
At Wu's house in Nancheng, Wu Huaiyuan sat in the living room and shook his head and smiled after hearing the report from the old innkeeper: "If Xu Anshou becomes successful in the future, the loss of this little money will be lost by the Wu family."
The old innkeeper took the order and knew the measure of handling things.
He bowed to Wu Huaiyuan, said "Good luck to you", then took his leave and walked to the sedan chair hall, and left the Wu family in a sedan chair.
"Chief An? Your status is not bad."
"You are getting better and better at handling things. When I retire, I will leave the Wu family to you, and I will feel more at ease."
Zhou Ying was helped out from the inner hall by several maids. She looked at Wu Huaiyuan with a look of relief and continued, "But now in this world, only making friends with officials is not a backer... I heard that the provincial quota for studying abroad is coming soon. Our family will donate some money so that you can go abroad to study..."
"You don't need government funds, just your own money. You should make friends with these people who study abroad."
"They will have the final say in the future."
She taught earnestly.
Wu Huaiyuan is not her and Wu Pin's biological son, but her adopted son from the Wu clan. Over the years, Wu Huaiyuan has become more and more experienced in handling affairs, and she feels comfortable watching him.
"I have also read the Regulations for Rewarding Study Abroad."
"After returning to the country, you can work in the Zongli Yamen, which is much better than the scholars who graduated with the eight-legged essay."
"Even the Jinshi of today have to go abroad to study..."
Wu Huaiyuan stood up, helped Zhou Ying sit on the main seat, and said casually.
"This... Xu Anshou..., put it down first."
"Learn more foreign languages."
Zhou Ying said again.
...
One and a half months later.
Huaiyuan Inn, in the Emperor's Room.
Xu Xing sat cross-legged on the soft couch, his five hearts facing the sky, the true qi in his dantian kept swimming in his meridians, like a swimming fish, and under the stimulation of these true qi, his skin was bumpy from time to time.
It looked extremely creepy.
However, just after he practiced for about half an hour.
All the "swimming fish" gathered at his Danzhong acupoint, not going through the Zhoutian meridians, but like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, taking a different path, turning into a torrent, and shooting straight into the dantian.
"It's done!"
"Finally built this three mountains and one qi bridge!"
Xu Xing suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, surprised and happy.
In the past month, he spared no expense, even at the cost of damaging his meridians, just to build this Three Mountains One Qi Bridge. Or, Three Mountains One Qi Meridian.
Once this bridge is completed, he can save one-third of his time by practicing Qigong for a whole cycle.
This means that he can always save one-third of his time in Qigong.
If the meridians in the body are compared to a winding mountain road, this Three Mountains One Qi Bridge is equivalent to not taking the winding mountain road, but building a bridge directly in the air, shortening the walking distance.
"Out of nothing, a meridian has been condensed."
"I don't know..."
"My fate..."
Xu Xing looked at the golden mirror.
Lines of handwriting slowly emerged.