A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 203 A Night of Dreams

Duan Rong slept very soundly that night.

In my dreams tonight, I saw all kinds of images of Shen Ping, moving back and forth...

After a while, I saw him pounding medicine...

After a while, he was seen putting various medicinal herbs in a stone pot and boiling them, and from time to time he took a dagger and stirred the stone pot...

After a while, he was seen using various strange methods to process some rare medicinal materials...

When Duan Rong woke up from his dream, he stared blankly at the jagged rock wall at the top of the cave. A familiar feeling suddenly rose in his heart...

It seemed as if he had really lived in this cave for twenty years.

Duan Rong turned his head and saw that the entrance of the cave was as bright as snow, and the sky had already brightened.

He got up from the bed and stared blankly at the cave in front of him. That strange sense of familiarity resonated with him everywhere...

Duan Rong vaguely realized that this was because he had devoured too much of Shen Ping's things.

After digesting and absorbing everything, he almost imprinted many things in Shen Ping's soul, even some deep ravines, because Shen Ping was obsessed with medicine and poison, and his understanding of this art was inextricably linked to the various things in this cave.

And all these things were absorbed by Duan Rong.

"Is it possible?" Duan Rong's eyes were filled with surprise.

Because, at this moment, he even felt Shen Ping's feelings about the various items in the cave. Those things were very convenient to use, and those were the ones he had wanted to replace for a long time but had never found the right ones, so he had to make do with them.

Duan Rong walked to the stone table in the middle of the cave.

On the stone table, there were more than a dozen porcelain bottles of different sizes and colors. These were the medicines and poisons that Duan Rong had sorted out yesterday.

Duan Rong was standing in front of the stone table at this time. At a glance, he could immediately tell what kind of medicines and poisons were in those porcelain bottles, and their properties and uses were clear.

Duan Rong picked up one of the porcelain bottles, because he remembered that the bottle contained corpse poison.

Duan Rong picked up the porcelain bottle, opened the cork, and immediately smelled a familiar, nauseating smell of decay.

"The poison of corpse decay!" Duan Rong put the stopper in the bottle, but the faint stench in the air still lingered for a long time.

Duan Rong glanced at the porcelain bottles and went over all the information in his mind about the contents of the bottles.

There are only two kinds of medicines, and the rest are poisons. There are almost all kinds of poisons, but there is no poison of Albizzia julibrissin.

Although using poison is not a decent method, Old Man Shen is obsessed with it, but he has his own bottom line. He obviously dislikes the poison of Hehuan, thinking it is too vile and he disdains to do it.

Duan Rong looked at these porcelain bottles, then came to the cave entrance again, picked up the notebook from yesterday, and started reading it again.

Seeing this, Duan Rong couldn't help but smile.

The puzzle that I couldn't figure out yesterday, when I looked at it today, it was as if I was looking into my own heart. My heart and the words were in harmony, and I suddenly understood them.

Not only did he fully understand the meaning of the words, but he also understood the thoughts behind the details as clearly as seeing through fire.

Those parts that were not clearly explained suddenly became clear and flowed out like a spring.

Duan Rong even understood why the words were vague, why they were repeated, and why they were just glossed over.

Duan Rong spent several hours yesterday and only read two pages. He was full of doubts and couldn't understand the meaning. But now he stood at the entrance of the cave, reading ten lines at a glance, and flipping through his notes.

It only took a few breaths, and I had already read through a thick notebook and understood it all.

In other words, he did not understand by reading the notes. He already understood, and the notes at this time were just a poor annotation of what was in his heart.

Duan Rong couldn't help but sigh. He shouldn't have read the notes yesterday. If he had studied the notes by himself, he might not be able to understand them all even after ten years of hard work. But after he devoured the spirit of the weapon, he understood everything overnight, and there was still some to learn.

"I have learned a thousand lessons in one night!" Duan Fusion couldn't help but sigh as he took notes.

The moment he closed his notebook, Duan Rong's stomach suddenly growled, and then a feeling of hunger surged up.

Duan Rong then realized that he had not eaten much yesterday and was still hungry now.

However, this is Wild Boar Mountain, so if he wants to eat, he needs to do it himself.

Duan Rong licked his lips. He hadn't been here for so many days and he missed the game from Wild Boar Mountain.

Duan Rong was preparing to go to the forest to get something to fill his stomach. Just as he was about to leave the cave, his eyes suddenly fixed and he turned to look at the stone table leaning against the rock wall in the middle of the cave.

Duan Rong walked to the stone table, picked up a porcelain bottle, then flashed out of the cave and came to the cliff.

Duan Rong walked into the forest and was just about to release his spiritual sense when a black shadow flashed on the branch beside him. It turned out to be a poisonous snake that pounced towards him and bit him.

The moment the black shadow flashed, Duan Rong waved his sleeves and a light white mist brushed over the black shadow.

The black-spotted snake, which was as thick as two thumbs, was covered by the white mist and then fell limply onto Duan Rong's shoulder...

However, the snake seemed to be unconscious, hanging on Duan Rong's shoulder like a dead object, motionless...

Duan Rong pinched the black-spotted snake on his shoulder, and suddenly his tentacles felt cold and slippery.

Duan Rong said with a smile: "Snake, I will use you to fill my stomach today."

After Duan Rong swallowed the digestive organ spirit, he already knew that the white mist that Old Man Shen sprinkled on him when he left yesterday was just a kind of knockout drug that he had made.

This drug has a strong anesthetic effect. It will make you dizzy upon smelling it, but it does no real harm to the body. You will wake up on your own after a few hours.

Therefore, as he walked along, all the snakes, insects and birds that had fallen from the forest yesterday had disappeared.

I guess the effect of the drug had worn off, and the little guys all woke up and dispersed.

Duan Rong picked up some branches, sat on a large bluestone on the cliff, lit a fire with a fire starter, and started roasting the snake meat.

But soon, the snake meat that Duan Rong had chopped into three pieces and tied with pine branches was roasted and sizzling with oil, and the fragrance was overflowing...

When Duan Rong saw that it was cooked, he blew on it and took a bite.

Duan Rong took a bite of the hot snake meat and chewed it. It tasted really good...

In his previous life, Duan Rong was born in the north and had never eaten snake meat. Unexpectedly, this first time he ate it, he found snake meat so delicious.

Duan Rong finished eating three pieces of snake meat. His stomach was full and he felt a sense of satisfaction. Duan Rong wiped the oil off his mouth, then his figure flashed, disappeared from the cliff, and returned to the cave again.

As soon as he returned to the cave, he sat cross-legged at the entrance and continued to look through his notes.

It took him about half an incense stick of time to finish reading all three notebooks left by Shen Ping.

Duan Fusion closed the last notebook, his eyes flickering.

Although these notes were densely written and some parts were mixed up, Duan Rong did not find it difficult to read them.

Rather than reading, it was more like a confirmation. Because, what was written in the notebook was already in his heart...

But reading these three notebooks was still very helpful. It allowed him to go over the most important parts of Shen Ping's insights that he had digested and absorbed.

At this moment, Duan Rong's heart was bright and clear...

(End of this chapter)