Chapter 97 Magic Jerky

Chapter 97 Magic Jerky

Chapter 97 Magic Jerky
Since the specific goal was determined, the elders and mayors of each village and town began to go back and make preparations.

It can be said that if you need people, you will get them; if you need guns, you will get guns.

But it will take some time to really gather these people together.

But fortunately, it was not so easy for the horse thieves from the Five Immortals Gang to reach Renjia Town.

Do you really think this road will be smooth sailing?

While Uncle Jiu was busy discussing with the elders of other villages and towns how to set traps.

Qiu Sheng pushed his seventh uncle's wheelchair into the wild:
"Seventh Uncle, I am here to prepare the medicine. Please stay by my side and watch over me. If there is anything wrong, please tell me."

"I spent all my pocket money on these herbs. If I make a mistake, I'll be at a huge loss!"

In the end, Qiu Sheng came to the woods with a backpack full of medicinal herbs on his back, looking miserable.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's miserable appearance, Song Feng smiled and nodded, then watched Qiu Sheng busying himself with interest:
"Use less the first time. When you gain experience, you can prepare herbs in the wild more often."

"The rats in the north are smaller, so it was a bit troublesome for me to deal with them before, but the rats in the south are bigger."

"You only need to mix a little medicine tonight, and it will be like a joke to make dozens or hundreds of kilograms of it at night..."

Most of the mice in the north cannot grow tall, while the mice in the south are really as big as slippers.

If they are provoked, they dare to jump up and fight with people. Apart from anything else, at least their meat is much fatter than that of northern rats.

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng gained a little more confidence, and then he began to grind the herbs with the medicine grinder according to his seventh uncle's prescription:
"Seventh Uncle, if we make these rat meats into secret medicine jerky, will they be good for you as well?"

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was busy beside him, Song Feng nodded:
"The secret medicine that strengthens Qi and blood is indispensable for any practitioner, and it is also somewhat useful for me."

"It's just that compared to a little fellow like you who has strong blood and vigor, the benefits are greater..."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng nodded, then took some other herbs and started twisting them:
"Oh, so that's how it is. Once I have made the secret medicine, I will leave some for you so that you can take more supplements."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng looked around carefully, then spoke softly:
"Seventh Uncle, if you encounter strange things in the future, you'd better not take action and let my master take all the chances."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that my master fights everyone with all his strength, but he is actually the type who gets stronger when facing a stronger opponent. I am not afraid of putting more pressure on him."

"On the contrary, you should stop being stubborn now that you are so old. Isn't it better to live two more years?"

At the end of the conversation, Qiu Sheng was grinding the herbs while mumbling:

"You are really kind to me, and I want to support you for two more years. Please don't die so early..."

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was grinding herbs in front of him, Song Feng smiled and nodded, looking very happy:

"Hahahaha... If I run into trouble in the future, I will try my best to push it onto your master."

"Qiu Sheng is right. I want to live a few more years to enjoy the happiness of family life. I can't die so early..."

While the two of them were chatting, Qiu Sheng had already ground all kinds of medicinal herbs.

But how to prepare the medicine next becomes a problem:
"...Seventh Uncle, have I prepared the medicine?"

At the end, Qiu Sheng carefully took the ground herbs and began to mix them according to the dosage.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's cautious look, Song Feng stretched himself lazily, then spoke softly:
"Don't worry about the medicine. If there is any problem, I will remind you!"

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng nodded seriously, and then became bolder when preparing the medicine.

Although he was a bit bold when dispensing the medicine, he did follow the dosage on the prescription.

After a thorough and careful preparation of the medicinal materials, Qiu Sheng finally got them ready:

"Seventh Uncle, I'm ready!"

However, when he happily wanted to tell his great uncle the good news, he found that his great uncle had fallen asleep in his wheelchair:
"...Seventh...Seventh Uncle?"

Seeing his seventh uncle closing his eyes, Qiu Sheng's heart began to beat fast.

It’s over, it’s over. I’m dead now.

I originally thought that I was gifted and there was no mistake when I prepared the medicine, so my seventh uncle didn't point it out.

It turns out that Seventh Uncle just fell asleep!
In that case, would the packet of medicine I prepared be useless?

Just when Qiu Sheng was nervous, he saw Song Feng, who had just dozed off, slowly open his eyes:
"Don't worry, it's all right. I'm watching you. Just light the fire. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it for you..."

Listening to the slow but trustworthy words of his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng nodded seriously:

"Okay, then I'll try it!"

When he said this, he picked up the medicinal powder and then put the snake skin he bought from the pharmacy into a coil.

After making sure the snake was coiled, Qiu Sheng sprinkled the powder from the snake's head to its tail:
"call……"

Gently blow on the fire starter you brought.

Then, Qiu Sheng ignited the powder directly on the snake's head.

Something magic happened.

I only saw that when the powder was ignited, the skinned fresh snake slowly changed color:

"Crackling..."

The powder gradually burned, and the fragrance began to spread in all directions with the stone as the center.

Seeing that the medicinal herbs had been lit, Qiu Sheng planned to push his seventh uncle's wheelchair to hide it somewhere else.

But Song Feng gently waved his hand to stop his action:
"Just stand here safely. If this medicine doesn't even have this little effect, it wouldn't be called a secret medicine!"

As expected, as the fragrance gradually deepened, I could hear rustling sounds coming from the depths of the woods in all directions:
"Chi chi chi..."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." At first, the mice just hid around and didn't dare to come out, but as the fragrance became stronger, the mice actually ran over in a daze.

However, when they ran to the vicinity of the burning incense powder, they actually fell on the ground with their legs up in the air.

He looked like he was drunk.

Once there was one, there were two. Soon, dozens of big rats gathered here, lying on the ground with their four legs facing up.

"It works! It really works!"

Seeing that the spice was so magical, Qiu Sheng happily picked up the sack, and then quickly broke the bones of the rats and threw them into the sack.

By the end, Qiu Sheng even got a few dozen kilograms and a half of sacks, with a big smile on his face:
“…It really worked!”

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was smiling, Song Feng poured him a bowl of cold water:
"Don't just laugh. This medicine powder is actually made based on the principles of Miaojiang Gushu."

"Although the effect can be said to be extremely strong, the foundation of these rats in this area has been wiped out by you in one fell swoop."

"If you want to get more mice, you have to go further away, deeper into the mountain..."

It is undeniable that these herbs do have miraculous effects, but the number of rats in an area is fixed.

But don't be happy too soon!
After hearing what his seventh uncle said, which was obviously meant to pour cold water on him, Qiu Sheng continued to laugh:
"It's okay. It's just a long way to go. I'm not afraid. As long as it doesn't cost money, I'm willing to work as hard as I can."

Hearing Qiu Sheng say this, Song Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"As the old saying goes, if you follow a tiger, you will eat people; if you follow a witch, you will go into a trance. After following Uncle Jiu for a long time, Qiu Sheng has become stingy without realizing it."

Looking at Qiu Sheng in front of him, Song Feng seemed to vaguely see a hint of Uncle Jiu's shadow in Qiu Sheng.

Maybe this is the inheritance.

After packing the bags, Qiu Sheng happily pushed his seventh uncle's wheelchair towards the charity cemetery.

Uncle Jiu, who had been busy for most of the day, watched Qiu Sheng running back in a wheelchair. He was also a little puzzled:
"What are you doing late at night?"

Most importantly, is it reasonable for the master to do the overall planning and management of the work while the apprentice goes out to play? Is it reasonable?
Seeing Uncle Jiu's face gradually turning darker, Qiu Sheng picked up a large bag of mice behind him and said with a smile:
"Master, today my seventh uncle and I went to the wild to catch mice. The results were very good. We caught a big bag."

"I will make it tonight according to Uncle Seven's method. You are tired and need something good to replenish yourself."

If there is something wrong with the dried rat meat you make, I believe the experienced chef would be the first one to tell the problem, right?

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Uncle Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, and then he said with one hand behind his back, keeping a serious look:
"Well, well, it seems you haven't wasted your time. In that case, then get busy."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng ran towards the kitchen with a smile, picked up a sharp knife and prepared to cut the rat meat.

Looking at Qiu Sheng who was skinning and cutting rat meat, Uncle Jiu seemed to have suddenly discovered something and looked at Uncle Qi who was sitting in a wheelchair:
"Inhaling and exhaling like silk, renewing the old and establishing the new, light and continuous, appearing and disappearing... Is this to replace the turbid Qi in the body?"

When he said the last sentence, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but widen his eyes subconsciously.

Is this true? I am not seeing things.
When he thought of this, Uncle Nine rubbed his eyes and then looked at Uncle Seven.

Suddenly, there was no change in the way Seventh Uncle breathed in and out, as if he was really getting rid of the foul air.

Looking at Uncle Nine who was staring at him in a daze, Song Feng waved his hand and chuckled:

"Ah Jiu, what are you daydreaming about? Are you worried about the upcoming Five Immortals Gang horse thieves?"

Looking at the old man in front of him who had a nonchalant expression and even had the nerve to tease him, Uncle Jiu almost thought he was dreaming.

When he thought of this, Uncle Nine even asked Uncle Seven in an uncertain tone:

"Seventh Uncle...are you trying to clear out the bad air?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng nodded, and then looked at Uncle Jiu with some surprise:
"My lungs are indeed getting better, and I'm clearing out the bad air lately. How come, Jiu, you only see it now?"

After hearing Uncle Seven admit that he was expelling the turbid air, Uncle Nine almost fainted:
"...Can you clear out the bad air in your situation?"

Uncle Seventh, do you know what you are talking about? Isn't the basis for eliminating turbid qi to have abundant qi and blood, to elevate the five qi to the spirit, and to have the Qi meridians of the whole body flow smoothly to break through the Ren and Du meridians?

With your current condition of weak Qi and blood, decayed five internal organs, dried up source of energy, and cut off Qi channels, how can you eliminate the turbid Qi?

Aren’t you afraid of working yourself to death?
At the end, Uncle Jiu showed a rare trace of worry on his face and then began to persuade:

"Seventh Uncle, let's not be so anxious. We can recover our magic power slowly. Don't force the replacement of the turbid qi."

"I know that you may have been a well-known figure in the past, but you are different now!"

“If you forcefully condense your Qi channels and squeeze the Qi from your five internal organs, I’m afraid you will really waste your essence and won’t be able to live for long…”

Although this old guy is quite wicked and has a strange background, I don't know how many people want to kill him.

But he can't die here!
For an old hand like this, while he has many enemies, he must also have close friends. It is absolutely impossible for him to not have any friends at all.

If all the enemies and friends of this old man come to find me by then, I will be in trouble.

Looking at Uncle Jiu who was seriously advising him not to seek death, Song Feng smiled without any worry:
"Don't worry, I still want to live a few more days. I won't seek death casually, and I won't forcefully squeeze my Qi channels."

"Now, my lungs are getting better. I am using a secret method to cleanse the turbid qi in my five internal organs by using the lung metal energy in my lungs..."

After hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this old man still had some rationality.

But then, he suddenly seemed to react and looked at his seventh uncle in front of him.

What? Using secret methods to cleanse the five internal organs?
What great things has this old guy done in the past? Why does he act like he has a secret method for doing everything?

Could it be that when he was young, he had done something like destroying mountains and temples, and took away all the secret cultivation methods of other sects?
But this is not right either.

If such a ruthless person really existed, there should be records of him inside Maoshan. How come he had never even heard of him?

While Uncle Jiu was brainstorming, Qiu Sheng, who had already dealt with the mouse, suddenly shouted:
"Seventh Uncle, please come and help me. I don't know what to do next..."

(End of this chapter)