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

Chapter 43: Medicine Problem
Duan Rong guessed correctly, this secret book was copied by Xiao Baiqiao himself.

A few months ago, after Zhao Mu's Five Tigers and Sheep Knife had achieved the first level of entry-level inner energy, he came to Xiao Zongting to obtain the second level secret book.

According to the regulations of Yuanshun Escort Agency, whether it is an apprentice or a trainee escort, they must master the secrets of one level before they can be taught the secrets of the next level.

Only on the day you become an official escort will you be taught the full set of secrets of the Five Tigers and Sheep Swords.

When Zhao Mu came to claim it, the second level secret book that had been copied a few years ago had actually been distributed.

Xiao Zongting asked Xiao Baijiao to copy another batch.

The book in Duan Rong's hand was one of these.

Duan Rong sniffed the fragrance on the secret book with a somewhat intoxicated look in his eyes. Xiao Baijiao's fair and tender face flashed by from time to time, and a wave of heat rose in Duan Rong's lower abdomen again.

But at this moment, Duan Rong suddenly remembered something.

He turned the secret book in his hand to the third page, and sure enough, he took out a silver needle from the crack in the book.

"Read the spirit of the instrument!"

As soon as Duan Rong's mind moved, a set of data immediately appeared before his eyes.

Utensil: Silver Needle Tea

Spirit Level: Level 1

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 1 (satisfied)

Devouring effect: Mastery of plum blossom acupuncture.

“It’s really this silver needle!”

When Duan Rong held the silver needle, he had the intention of swallowing it, but later on, many things happened and he forgot about it.

At this moment, he just happened to use the aftereffects of swallowing the silver needle spirit to slow down his brain and prevent himself from having any more wild thoughts.

"Devouring the spirit of the weapon!"

Duan Rong cried out in his heart, and suddenly he felt a foreign body in his brain.

My thoughts, which were originally floating around, became like a stuck gear and could not turn...

Duan Rong lay on the bed and fell asleep quickly. Just before falling asleep, Duan Rong smiled and said to himself, "This ability of devouring weapon spirits can actually help you sleep. This thing is better... and more useful... than sleeping pills..."

Duan Rong fell into a deep sleep before he could finish his words.

In his dream, Duan Rong saw a young man holding a rag doll in his hand.

The puppet had no eyes or mouth, but its body was covered with red spots. The young man held a silver needle and pierced the red spots on the puppet's body one by one.

Time passes by like running water.

The boy's hands grew from small to large, his fingers were slender and long, and it was obvious that they were a pair of dexterous hands.

The hand still held the silver needle, but the puppet was gone...

The boy was facing a wooden man, with red circles the size of a little finger nail all over the man's body.

The young man used a silver needle to poke at the red circle on the wooden man, muttering to himself: "Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, Tanzhong..."

The boy's hands gradually developed calluses, and the silver needle in his hand began to prick people one by one...

The figures of those who were stabbed flashed past the boy's eyes like a passing show...

Gradually, Duan Rong could no longer see clearly...

Duan Rong's attention gradually shifted from the constantly changing figure in front of the boy to the silver needle in the boy's hand...

The silver needles pierced the changing figures one after another. As the figures moved faster and faster, the hands and the silver needles also moved faster and faster...

It was so fast that afterimages appeared. Duan Rong gradually saw that the afterimages actually formed a plum blossom...

"Plum Blossom Needle Technique!"

According to previous experience, once the spirit of the weapon has digested and absorbed everything, Duan Rong will wake up...

Because when the digestive system was working, Duan Rong was in a deep sleep...

In deep sleep, the body's fatigue can be quickly eliminated...

Therefore, Duan Rong basically only slept for two hours a day. However, this time, after he digested and absorbed the spirit of the weapon, he did not wake up.

The dream continues, and becomes more and more erotic...

The geishas he had painted twisted their waists in front of him one after another...

Moreover, the body and face were constantly changing...

Gradually, even Xiao Baiyu, Zhu Xiaoqi and Hu Huanhuan appeared...

They smiled at Duan Rong boldly and seductively...

Duan Rong...

A night of erotic dreams, leaving no trace!
The sound of roosters crowing could be heard from far and near. The Yuanshun Escort Agency was already filled with noise, but Duan Rong was still lying on the bed...

It was not until the first ray of sunlight shone through the carved window covered with thin cloth and onto Duan Rong's face that Duan Rong opened his eyes due to the blinding light.

As soon as Duan Rong opened his eyes, he felt a splitting headache. The headache slowly faded away after a few breaths.

Duan Rong then felt something sticky under his butt. He reached out and touched it, and it was wet, cold and sticky.

Duan Rong lifted the blanket and saw a large wet map under him, as if he had wet the bed...

Duan Rong's face flushed and he struggled to get up. He took off the bed sheet in a daze, put on his clothes, picked up the wooden basin in the corner, opened the door and went to the well.

Living next door to Duan Rong was an apprentice accountant from the inner courtyard, who was in his twenties, tall and thin, and a smart guy.

Duan Rong was rubbing the bed sheets by the well when the man just walked out of the dormitory and prepared to report to the accounting office in the inner courtyard.

"Good morning, Brother Rong, I'm washing the sheets!"

The man just said this casually and walked away from Duan Rong.

"Ah..." Duan Rong responded vaguely, lowered his head, and his face suddenly blushed like a monkey's butt...

Duan Rong hung the washed sheets on a hemp rope hanging between two cypress trees in the yard.

He looked at the bed sheet swaying in the wind under the sun, his eyes fixed, and he said to himself, "Could it be that there is something wrong with the medicine?"

Regardless of whether there is something wrong with the medicine, I have already taken it and there is no point in thinking about it now.

Duan Rong felt dizzy and hungry, so he left the escort agency and had breakfast on the street, and he deliberately ate a few extra eggs.

Then he returned to the martial arts field and started standing still.

When I stood up, the heat rose and my mind felt refreshed.

Duan Rong stood at this station until it was almost time to submit his application.

During this time, he only went to the cafeteria to eat lunch at noon, and spent the rest of the time standing in the martial arts field.

Duan Rong dispersed his power, and white air spewed out of his mouth, shooting diagonally in front of him for nearly a meter like an arrow before fading and dissipating.

It has been two days, and the effect of the medicine in his body is still strong. He has not felt the slightest bit of weakness in his body even now.

Moreover, the wild heart-pounding feeling from yesterday seemed to have disappeared.

“Maybe it’s not the medicine?”

Duan Rong's eyes showed hesitation.

Boys of fifteen or sixteen are in the stage of puberty, and it is inevitable that they will be distracted when dealing with geishas for a long time.

"Maybe it's just a normal physiological reaction..."

Seeing that it was almost time for the deadline, Duan Rong did not dare to delay any longer. He returned to the dormitory, washed off the sweat on his body, and turned into a walking shelf, heading towards Huaying Building.

Duan Rong walked to the old locust tree diagonally opposite the Huaying Building and was slightly stunned. He saw a group of people already lined up there, and there were exactly ten of them.

It seemed that they also knew that he could only paint ten pictures in an hour, and there was no point in painting more.

In that team, there were not only geishas from Huayinglou, but also some who were obviously patrons, and there were also two people dressed as servants, standing at the end of the team.

Duan Rong was slightly stunned, his eyes swept over the two servants...

In theory, this boy is not one of his clients. After all, his paintings cost ten taels of silver each.

(End of this chapter)