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

Chapter 42: Cultivation is addictive

Duan Rong used the key to open the machine spring and unscrewed the furnace cover. Suddenly, a stronger and more exotic fragrance came to his nose.

Duan Rong was slightly intoxicated and felt a tingling sensation.

Duan Rong used a towel as a cushion, grasped the furnace rings on both sides of the copper furnace with both hands, and poured the boiled black medicine juice into a ceramic basin that had been cleaned beforehand.

Duan Rong drained the juice, then took out the bamboo core frame of the copper stove, poured the residue into a basket in the corner, then rinsed the copper stove with clean water, poured the waste water out of the door, then covered the lid and put the copper stove back in place.

Duan Rong then walked to the stone table, looked at the black medicine soup, pinched his nose, and drank it.

The medicinal soup smelled strange but tasted extremely bitter.

After drinking the medicine, Duan Rong almost burst into bile because of the bitterness, and his tears and snot flowed.

"Why is this medicine so bitter!"

Duan Rong immediately scooped up a bucket of water and drank half of it, which diluted the bitterness in his mouth. At this time, the sky was already dawning. Duan Rong returned the key to the old man, then came to the martial arts field and walked to a remote corner.

"It depends on whether you are useful or not?"

Duan Rong's eyes were calm, his legs were bent, his buttocks were empty, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and he closed his eyes and stood up to practice the Hunyuan Posture.

Duan Rong stood there for three full hours and even missed his breakfast.

It was not until the intense feeling of hunger stimulated Duan Rong's stomach that he opened his eyes and exhaled to disperse his energy.

Duan Rong's eyes lit up with joy. This medicine was not only useful, but also very powerful.

He stood for three hours without feeling any weakness in his body. His energy was surging like fire in the earth, and a surge of heat filled his chest and internal organs!

Duan Rong left the martial arts arena and the Yuanshun Escort Agency, went to the street to drink a big bowl of beef offal soup and ate three sesame cakes. He didn't leave until his stomach was full and warm.

After filling his stomach, Duan Rong returned to the martial arts field and continued to stand in the stance!

He stood there until almost dawn, and the time he had agreed to meet with the geishas from Huayinglou had almost arrived.

Duan Rong had no choice but to give up his skills. He couldn't just stand up the person.

Duan Rong could feel the effect of the medicine still running through his body. He even thought he could keep standing there until midnight.

Everyone says that cultivation is boring, but Duan Rong feels that cultivation is addictive!
This sense of rapid and powerful force constantly stimulates you with positive feedback. How can you not be addicted?
Who doesn't want to become stronger?

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, and transformed himself into a walking shelf. Under the strange gazes of everyone from Yuanshun Escort Agency, he left the agency and came to the old locust tree opposite Huaying Tower.

As soon as Duan Rong arrived under the old locust tree, he saw a group of geishas gathered there waiting for him.

As soon as Duan Rong arrived, everyone started to greet him with a chattering voice and the place suddenly became noisy with laughter.

"Everyone line up and come one by one." Duan Rong said as he put his things down.

After he set up the easel, he took a quick look and found that in addition to the six geishas who were there to welcome guests last night, there were actually seven or eight more geishas, who had obviously come because they heard the news.

Duan Rong selected ten people from the line, and then said to the geisha at the back, "Today we will stop at Sister Chunming. The sisters behind us don't need to line up anymore. Let's get up early tomorrow."

"Why……"

"We have been waiting for a long time..."

"Master Duan, you can't be partial!"

The geishas at the back were obviously fed up. They had all come out to wait together. They had just given way to others when they were waiting in line. Why didn't he paint for them? Wasn't that bullying the honest people? "It's not that I don't want to paint for you sisters. I can only paint ten pieces in an hour. If I continue to paint, Huayinglou will have to open. If I delay the business, Mother Hu will smash my stall. Shouldn't you sisters be punished together?"

When those noisy geishas heard Duan Rong bring up Hu Huanhuan, they immediately lost their temper and left in disappointment, cursing!
Duan Rong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Three women make a drama, ten women make a hornet's nest!

Don’t mess with me! Don’t mess with me!

Duan Rong immediately started grinding and mixing the dyes and started to create.

Duan Rong didn't feel anything when he was standing still just now, but now when he was sitting there painting, his heart was beating wildly and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the necks and chests of the geishas.

There were waves of heat rising in the lower abdomen from time to time.

"Could it be because of the potion?"

"Not necessarily! After all, she is at the age when she is full of vigor and vitality. This is normal! Normal!" Duan Rong comforted himself.

Duan Rong suppressed his anger and hurried over, finally handing the last painting to Chunming when the door of Huaying Tower opened. Only then did two servants yawn and walk out of the door of Huaying Tower.

The eunuchs in Huayinglou also work in shifts.

Duan Rong looked at Chunming who was happily leaving with the painting, then touched the inside pocket of his clothes. In just this hour, he had deposited another 100 taels of silver.

Duan Rong closed his stall and returned to the escort agency in the form of a mobile shelf.

He put his things in the dormitory first. It was only three quarters past three in the evening, time for dinner. Duan Rong went to the cafeteria in the central courtyard to eat dinner, and then came to the martial arts field.

The martial arts arena was busiest in the evening. When Duan Rong walked through the arena, many people were whispering about him.

Duan Rong, however, didn't care at all. He went straight to the place he often went to and continued to stand on the Hunyuan Posture.

Duan Rong stood there until midnight.

When Duan Rong opened his eyes and dispersed his energy, everything around him was quiet, and the lanterns under the eaves were emitting a dim light...

On the sycamore tree not far from where Duan Rong was standing, the weary crow had huddled into its nest, seemingly asleep...

Duan Rong secretly calculated that he had started standing in the stance at Mao time in the morning, and it was already Zi time now. He only went to Huaying Tower for an hour in between, so he stood in the stance for a total of nine hours.

At this moment, he did not feel any sense of weakness in his body.

"The prescription given by Guan Yun is indeed effective!"

Moreover, Duan Rong discovered that as long as he practiced standing meditation, his internal energy and the power of the medicine would surge and his pounding heart would disappear.

Although he didn't understand why his heart was beating wildly yet, he was in a good mood as his most pressing cultivation problem had been solved.

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, took off his clothes, washed himself by the well, and then crawled under the blanket on the bed.

Duan Rong picked up a book by the light of the oil lamp and prepared to read a few pages before going to bed.

Duan Rong casually flipped it open and saw that what he took out was actually the secret book of the second level of inner energy that Xiao Zongting gave him that day.

Duan Rong originally wanted to change one, but he suddenly discovered that the handwritten font of the secret book was beautiful and graceful, and the ink on the paper had a faint fragrance.

Duan Rong's eyes immediately lit up, and he thought: This was probably copied by Xiao Baijiao!

(End of this chapter)