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

Chapter 31: Turning the Outside Into the Inside
The medicinal power of the blood deer antler turned into a warm current which was completely consumed once it came out of the stomach, and could not spread to the internal organs and limbs at all.

During the first half hour, Duan Rong did not feel anything because of the remaining medicinal power and vital energy in his meridians.

However, at this time, the remaining medicinal power was completely absorbed, and the lack of medicinal power of the blood deer antler was immediately revealed.

Duan Rong immediately dispersed his energy. He felt that he could not practice any more. Although his mental strength could still barely hold up, his body was already feeling depleted.

If you continue practicing this way, it might cause harm to your body.

A hint of doubt flashed across Duan Rong's slightly listless eyes.

If you can only stand in the standing meditation for an hour and a half a day, when will you be able to cultivate the second most important thing, internal breath?
You should know that the second level of internal breath is fundamentally different from the first level.

The first level of internal breath is actually mainly about condensing the remaining innate true energy in the meridians and transforming it into internal breath. It is a gradual excavation of the body's potential. The key lies in comprehending the method. If the method is appropriate, it can be achieved quickly.

But the second level of internal breath is to further strengthen the internal breath in the Dantian meridian. At this time, the potential of the body has been exhausted, and it depends entirely on breathing and the transformation of the medicinal power entering the body to gradually transform the external into the internal and strengthen the internal breath. Therefore, the speed is much slower.

Duan Rong felt that there must be solutions to the problems he encountered in his second level of practice.

As long as he found a solution, he would be able to continue practicing the second level of internal energy at an incredible speed.

“The key is how to find a solution?”

Duan Rong's right thumb rubbed back and forth on the first joint of his index finger...

This was his habitual movement when thinking in his previous life. Although his soul had traveled to another world, this little movement that had been ingrained into his soul also came with him.

In fact, the best way now is to ask Xiao Zongting.

After all, Xiao Zongting is the chief instructor of Yuanshun Escort Agency, and teaching apprentices is his duty.

Moreover, although Xiao Zongting has lost all his martial arts skills now, he was once the chief of Yuanshun Escort Agency. With his previous level of cultivation, it is naturally more than enough for him to guide Duan Rong.

However, when Duan Rong thought of Xiao Zongting's face, which was as black as ash at the bottom of a pot, he immediately gave up the idea.

"Xiao Baiqiao is not in good health. If I disturb him now, I will make the old man hate me and make things difficult for me later."

Duan Rong’s survival experience in his previous life was that it is better to judge others by one’s own mean character than to think too highly of others.

Duan Rong sighed, but apart from Xiao Zongting, he really couldn't think of anyone else to ask.

Duan Rong's originally gloomy eyes suddenly flashed.

"I can look up information!" Duan Rong suddenly remembered his previous life, when he was a senior in college and was writing his graduation thesis.

Their mentor is the vice-president, who is in meetings and busy with projects every day and has no time to take care of them. He can only give them occasional guidance.

They solved most of the problems by themselves by looking up information in the library.

Duan Rong has experience in this regard.

There is a bundle of books in the dormitory. Look for it first. If you can’t find it, go to the bookstall on Antique Street to look for it.

Duan Rong thought of a way and started working immediately.

He returned to the dormitory and began to read books one by one.

Half an incense stick later, he found that there was indeed a book in the bundle that mentioned the problem he encountered.

It was a yellowed book titled "Miscellaneous Notes on Ancient Rhymes".

This is a book that introduces the history of phonetic changes in the Kyushu world.

The author of this book, whose real name is unknown, uses the pseudonym Guanyun and is a phonology enthusiast.

But at the end of the book, there is an autobiography.

Guan Yun described his life in detail. Guan Yun was born in a wealthy family and practiced martial arts when he was young, but due to an accident, his Dantian was destroyed.

Because he was unable to practice martial arts and was unhappy, he turned to the study of phonetics to express his feelings, and thus wrote this book.

Perhaps Guanyun missed his short martial arts career very much, so he described the part about his martial arts practice in great detail.

In his autobiography, he mentioned a prescription he used when he was practicing the second level of inner breath, and listed in detail the several medicinal ingredients in the prescription and their respective dosages.

Duan Rong had never heard of the names of most of the medicinal herbs, and only had a vague idea of two of them.

Bear bile powder and blood ginseng slices!

But just from these two herbs, one can imagine how precious this prescription is. Although the amount used is not much, according to Duan Rong's understanding, these two herbs are much more expensive than blood deer antler.

"How about trying two doses?"

Duan Rong held the yellowed book in his hand, a look of hesitation in his eyes.

"It can't be poison, right? This Guanyun wouldn't be so bored as to deliberately leave a problematic prescription in his autobiography, intentionally harming people?"

"It shouldn't be that serious. Let's go to the herbal medicine shop and ask first!"

Duan Rong made up his mind, so he copied the prescription on a piece of rice paper, folded it and put it in the inner pocket of his clothes, then left the dormitory and went to the herbal medicine shop on the street.

Duan Rong had been to this herbal medicine shop twice and was quite familiar with it.

The thin middle-aged clerk behind the counter took the order handed over by Duan Rong and a strange look appeared on his face.

"What's the matter? Hey, is there something wrong with this order?" Duan Rong noticed the change in the waiter's expression sharply and asked immediately.

"That's not the case..." The thin waiter gave Duan Rong a strange look and said, "Every herb in this prescription is a precious herb, so there must be no problem with each of them individually. As for whether there is any problem with putting these herbs together, you should ask the person who wrote the prescription for you. Our store is just a herbal medicine shop, and we can only guarantee that the herbs will be delivered to you at a fair price. As for what you use them for, we have no right to ask."

Seeing that the guy responded without any mistakes, Duan Rong couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

The herbal medicine shops in this world are different from those in the previous life. Many warriors patronize them. It can be said that this is a highly profitable industry serving a high-end customer group. Therefore, the quality of the shop assistants in this shop is naturally top-notch.

"Since every medicine is fine, there shouldn't be any big problem." Duan Rong thought to himself.

Duan Rong hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have finally made up his mind. He looked at the thin waiter and asked, "How much is this dose of medicine?"

"Sir, please wait a moment."

The thin guy brought over an abacus and started to fiddle with the beads while looking at the other side.

After a few breaths, the clattering sound of the abacus beads stopped.

The skinny waiter raised his head and said in a gentle voice, "One dose of medicine is eighty-two taels and two cents of silver. Minus the change, one dose of medicine costs you eighty-two taels of silver."

The muscles on Duan Rong's face twitched, as if someone stepped on his tail, and he asked grimly, "Eighty-two taels?"

Duan Rong walked out of the herbal medicine shop with a dark face and a prescription in his hand. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to tear the prescription into pieces.

His total assets were less than 800 taels, but one dose of medicine cost him 82 taels.

"This isn't spending money, this is burning money!"

Unless he has a stable income flow, he really can't afford this single prescription medicine.

"Even the landlords don't dare spend like this!"

Duan Rong subconsciously rubbed his right thumb and index finger together again...

"We still have to think of a way!"

(End of this chapter)