Chapter 89 Secret Medicine Formula

Chapter 89 Secret Medicine Formula

Chapter 89 Secret Medicine Formula
After experiencing such a change, although everyone felt a little stimulated, they still had to eat. After all, people are made of iron and rice is steel, and they will feel hungry if they don't eat.

At this moment, Ah Zhu looked at Xiao Hong and felt very anxious:

"Uncle Jiu, you mean that we should pay attention to the things around us, so that the chances of rescuing Brother Abao will increase, right?"

She already knew that although the body of the person in front of her was Brother Abao's, his soul had long been the female ghost Xiaohong.

So she was extremely anxious and even wanted to set off immediately to rescue Po's soul.

Seeing Ah Zhu so anxious, Uncle Jiu, who had just finished his meal, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and then looked at Ah Zhu in front of him seriously:
"Azhu, don't worry. Your brother Abao's soul must be fine. You can just look for it based on your own feelings."

"Don't look for it consciously. Just follow your feelings and go wherever you want to go. You may find something unexpected."

After understanding what Uncle Jiu said, Ah Zhu nodded seriously and then ran out quickly:

"Then Uncle Jiu, I will go find Brother Abao's soul first. You guys eat first and don't worry about me..."

Seeing Ah Zhu leaving, Ah Hai quickly put down the half-eaten rice, then said hello to the master and ran out:

"Master, I'm going to look for Po too!"

Seeing two people leave one after another, Xiaohong, who had been sitting next to them, stepped forward:

"Master, I want to help too."

Looking at A-Bao, whose movements had become a little girlish, Uncle Jiu nodded:
"Go, go, everyone, go..."

After getting Uncle Jiu's permission, Xiaohong went to the room to get an umbrella, and then walked outside holding the umbrella.

Seeing the table suddenly empty, Uncle Jiu glanced at Qiu Sheng who was stuffing meat into his mouth, and then said:
"Qiu Sheng, come into the room with me after dinner and I will teach you how to practice magic."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng, who was just busy stuffing steamed buns and pork head into his mouth, couldn't help but be slightly stunned:
"...Ah? Yes, okay, Master!"

After saying this, he grabbed two steamed buns, a bowl of rice, and wolfed down the food on the table.

In a short while, he had eaten up all the remaining food and wine on the table by himself:
"belch……"

After a deep burp, Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu with some embarrassment:
"Hehe...I've been channeling my energy lately, so my body is consuming quite a lot..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng finish his meal by himself, Uncle Jiu nodded, and then he seemed to remember something and said:
"Looking at your appetite, I guess you should be able to eat more and more as your cultivation level improves. It looks like I have to make some pills for you."

"Otherwise, you will have to use a bowl to carry rice for your meals every day, which will put too much pressure on your spleen and stomach..."

Although he enjoyed the meal, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but nod his head to support what Uncle Jiu said:
"Master, you are right. Although I feel my stomach is full, I still have a vague feeling that I am not full."

"But my stomach is already so big, if I eat more, will it burst?"

"Master, please quickly make me some pills, otherwise I'm afraid I'll really die from eating too much..."

When he spoke to the end, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but reveal a trace of worry on his face.

He indeed ate all the dishes, the steamed buns in the bowl, and the rice as well.

But this can't be blamed on him.

After getting up in the morning and guiding his energy, his stomach started to growl and he couldn't stop eating once he sat down at the dinner table.

No matter how much he ate, he felt hungry.

If he had just enjoyed the meal, now he felt a little uneasy.

After all, Uncle Jiu had told them the legend of starving ghosts, and he was really afraid that he would accidentally eat himself to death.

This is such a cowardly way to die.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was touching his belly, Song Feng seemed to remember something, and then he said to Qiu Sheng:
"In your case, the problem is that the energy you take in is not enough to offset the energy you consume."

"Although you are not practicing the Yin-Yang Concentric Method now, the fact that you are wearing the Yin-Yang Concentric Lock is actually changing your aptitude to some extent."

Song Feng paused here, and then continued to speak to Qiu Sheng:
"I do have a recipe that saves money and effort, but I don't know if you dare to try it..."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran into the house to get yellow paper and a brush:
"Seventh Uncle, I believe you will not harm me, so just write with confidence. I am the most courageous person, and there is really nothing to be afraid of!"

When he said the last part, Qiu Sheng patted his chest loudly, looking very confident.

After hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Song Feng nodded, then casually picked up the brush and continued to sketch on the yellow paper next to him.

In a short while, the entire piece of yellow paper was already covered with densely packed words, which looked quite like iron-drawing and silver-hooked writing.

Looking at the words above, although Qiu Sheng did not understand any art, he could not help but exclaimed:
"Wow, Uncle Seven, your handwriting is so beautiful! It's much better than the one written by the old scholar in our village!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's praise, Song Feng smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything else. He just quietly let Qiu Sheng look at the prescription.

After a while, when Qiu Sheng finished reading the contents of the prescription, he looked at his seventh uncle in surprise:

"Seventh Uncle, are you sure this will work?"

When he said this, he quickly explained:

"Of course, Uncle Seventh, I'm not questioning your opinion here. What I mean is, is rat meat really that effective?"

"I did eat rat meat when I was a kid, but I don't think it's any better than other meats."

While here, Qiu Sheng pointed at the raw materials and said:
"Why not turn rat meat into pork, beef or mutton? The money from buying these herbs alone is probably enough to buy beef and mutton, right?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng pointing at the location of the material in the middle of the recipe and asking, Song Feng shook his head, then smiled and said:
"In fact, when I first got this recipe, it was originally intended to be used to breed exotic insects and beasts."

"But later I met a few friends, and after some modification by them, I was able to create this miraculous recipe."

When he said this, Song Feng smiled and said:
"The prescription I wrote for you earlier is used to attract rats. It is extremely effective, and the medicinal materials can be reused."

"The special preparation method at the back is the real secret technique to squeeze out special Qi and blood from rat meat."

"Mice, although they are small in size, they can reproduce very fast and their numbers are frighteningly large."

"Although you can only make one secret medicine out of a few kilograms of rat meat, the rats all over the ground are enough for you to cultivate your magic power."

"This can almost be called a highly profitable business. If you were not really filial, I would not have given you this recipe that can be passed down from generation to generation..." When he said the last sentence, Song Feng glanced at Qiu Sheng, then sat in a wheelchair and walked towards the lobby of the charity cemetery.

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng seemed to understand something:
"So this recipe is so powerful?"

When he thought of this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously wanted to hand the recipe in his hand to Uncle Jiu, asking him to help him with his reference:
"Master, look..."

However, when he handed over the prescription, Uncle Jiu turned his head away, then stood up and walked towards the lobby as well:

"You should keep this secret formula for yourself and don't show it to anyone else. As Seventh Uncle said, this is a recipe that can be passed down from generation to generation..."

Although the Maoshan bait school may have similar recipes, their talisman school has not yet developed such a good thing.

Being able to guide Qiu Sheng in practicing the Yin-Yang Concentric Method while helping him understand this unconventional method was already a great advantage for him.

He didn't want to snoop into other people's secret recipes anymore.

Seeing Uncle Jiu leaving as if to avoid suspicion, Qiu Sheng glanced at the recipe in his hand with a smile, then happily folded it up and placed it in front of his chest:
"Hehe...Seventh Uncle still loves me!"

After putting the prescription away, Qiu Sheng cleaned up the remaining mess of cups and plates, and then also came to the lobby.

Looking into the lobby.

All I saw was Uncle Nine sitting in the main seat in the lobby, and next to him was Uncle Seven who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Although Uncle Nine was indeed sitting in the main seat, Uncle Seven's wheelchair was no less elegant than Uncle Nine's.

Looking at Qiu Sheng walking in.

Uncle Nine, who was discussing with Uncle Seven about what kind of tea was good to drink, put down the cup in his hand and became serious:
"Qiu Sheng, since you have drawn out the essence of the five internal organs, you must truly correct your attitude from now on."

When he said this, he glanced at Qiu Sheng, and then said to him:
"Take out your Yin-Yang Concentric Lock, drip a drop of blood on it, and invite Xiaoyu out as well."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng nodded seriously, and then took out the Yin-Yang Concentric Lock from his chest again and again:

"hiss……"

After gritting his teeth and biting his finger, Qiu Sheng squeezed out a drop of blood:

"Clap!"

The moment that drop of blood fell on the Yin-Yang Concentric Lock, a tiny bit of light suddenly appeared from it:

"brush!"

Then, I saw a small thing like a door suddenly open from the concentric lock.

Then Xiaoyu was seen walking out of the portal, and she gradually grew from the size of a finger to the size of a normal person:
"Meet Uncle Seven, Meet Uncle Nine~"

As soon as they met, Xiaoyu carefully bowed to her seventh uncle and ninth uncle in the classical way.

Looking at Xiaoyu who is as gentle as water in front of me.

Qiu Sheng, who seemed quite shrewd just now, now smiled so hard that his mouth almost reached the sky:

"Hey hey...Xiaoyu, we meet again."

Seeing Qiu Sheng next to her, Xiaoyu's face also flashed a trace of tenderness:
"Langjun~"

The voice is gentle like water, flowing back and forth.

Feeling the smoothness of the little hand that had touched his face, Qiu Sheng's bones felt a little soft for a moment.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's useless appearance, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven who was watching the show and drinking tea beside him with a dark face:
“…This traitor!”

I've clearly reminded him several times, but I didn't expect this little bastard to still be so lustful.

Obviously, he had embarrassed himself in front of his Seventh Uncle countless times, but when he saw this scene, Uncle Nine still felt a little embarrassed.

He really can't teach this apprentice!

Looking at Uncle Nine with a dark face in front of him, Song Feng drank his tea with a smile, and then commented casually:
"Just relax, Jiu. As a disciple, you have to teach him slowly and practice slowly. At least Qiu Sheng hasn't stabbed you in the back yet..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle's expression became a little better, but the next moment he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

My goodness, when did he set his goals so low for his apprentice?

Look at these two people being so affectionate with each other here, and then look at the seventh uncle next to them who seems to be comforting them but has a smile on his face.

For a moment, Uncle Jiu put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and then coughed:
"Hmmmm... There will be plenty of time for you to talk about your lovesickness later. Now it's time to practice hard."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu took out the secret book of Yin-Yang Concentricity Method from his chest with great care.

Then, he threw it gently into Qiu Sheng's arms:
"Take this book and read it carefully. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask directly. Don't feel embarrassed."

Seeing Uncle Jiu directly throwing the book to him, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"Master, can you please tell me something?"

Although he was complaining in his heart about the master's unreliability, Qiu Sheng still obediently opened the spell book.

However, after he finished reading the introductory article, he looked at Uncle Jiu with a speechless expression:
“…Is it that simple?”

Although this secret book records some powerful spells, it seems very easy to get started.

One is to refine the Yin-Yang Concentric Lock.

The other is a female ghost who has a similar marriage relationship with herself.

The most outrageous thing is that he only needs to follow the method of guiding vital energy described in the secret book and place his palm opposite the female ghost's.

Because of what will happen next, the female ghost can lead the process of getting started in cultivation by herself.

Isn’t this thing too simple?
Even if he practiced Maoshan magic, there were many steps involved, but he had never seen such a simple method of practice.

The so-called magical powers of the Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't be all exaggerated, right? Otherwise, why did they destroy the sect instead of others?

(End of this chapter)