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Han Ping'an placed his palm half a foot above the candle flame, squinted slightly, and controlled the cool air gathered in his abdomen to slowly move to his palm.

"Get out here."

He muttered to himself, and his hand trembled slightly.

Swish!

The candle flame is born and then extinguished.

This scene brought a look of surprise and delight to his face.

Just as I had guessed.

Upon closer inspection, the wick was found to be shattered, and the surface of the candle was covered with fine cracks.

This made Han Ping'an even more alarmed, and he hurriedly picked up the ink thread and wrapped it tightly around his palm, making more than a dozen lines.

Immediately afterwards, a cool breeze emanated.

click!

One by one, the ink lines snapped.

huh~~

Han Ping'an let out a long breath, his expression invigorated.

This coolness is none other than the essence of Yin, the Yin energy.

Moreover, its power is quite considerable.

Unlike qi and blood, the damage from candles and ink lines is like being struck by a needle or ink line. When it hits a person, it pierces the skin and penetrates to the bone. Those whose qi and blood are not strong enough will be eroded and their own essence and blood will be damaged.

"Would I be considered to have gone astray?"

Instead of cultivating qi and blood, it generated yin energy.

Those whose constitutions are compatible wield immense power, but to others, they are rather ruthless.

However, considering his background in the general store and his experiences over the past few years, Han Ping'an felt no discomfort whatsoever.

The first thing the Life Cauldron collected was this Yin Jade, not anything else.

fate.

Han Ping'an smiled, put away the candles and the remaining ink lines, cleared his mind of distractions, tidied up the shelves as usual, went to the kitchen to cook porridge, and then went to the front street to buy a few meat pies.

When Gu Ming got up, the soup was ready, and they ate together.

Han Ping'an pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Ming, could you teach me Rolling Stone Fist later?"

Rolling Stone Fist is a common boxing style, suitable for martial arts beginners, and is simple and direct.

  

"Rolling Stone Fist?"

Gu Ming was taken aback and asked in surprise, "You dare to practice boxing? Can you even withstand it?"

Han Ping'an had tried it a long time ago, but his body was too weak. He was panting and sweating profusely after only a few rounds, and even drinking herbal medicine couldn't help.

Forcing yourself to train will only make your body weaker and weaker, and in the end you won't be able to absorb any of the nutrients.

That's why I finally chose the gentle health-preserving exercise.

Han Ping'an laughed and said, "Brother Ming, I practiced my health-preserving exercises for a full hour this morning and I'm not tired at all."

He had just given this idea of ​​practicing rolling stone boxing.

After half a month of Yin Essence Blood Jade conditioning, my physique has almost been transformed.

The yin energy within the body will grow stronger with continued use; this is what one relies on.

But we can't neglect our appearance either.

Rolling Stones is simple and can strengthen the body.

How well it works with Yin energy can only be known through practice.

"An hour?"

Gu Ming's eyes widened in surprise: "Are you on drugs? You're so strong!"

Although it's a health-preserving exercise, with Han Ping'an's foundation, being able to practice it for an hour would practically qualify him as a superhuman.

Even a normal person with a slightly stronger physique would find it difficult to do.

"Ming-ge, I wouldn't dare joke around with my own health."

"Take another look later."

Gu Ming's expression turned serious. Four whole years had passed, and Han Ping'an was only nineteen years old. It could be said that he had watched Han Ping'an grow from an ignorant boy to someone who could stand on his own.

I know it all too well.

I won't do anything reckless.

"Okay, after you finish eating, rest for a bit, then you play a game and let me see." Gu Ming no longer hesitated.

"Um."

Half an hour later.

Without further hesitation, Gu Ming earnestly taught Han Ping'an how to practice Rolling Stone Fist.

Hands-on guidance.

After struggling through it more than ten times, Han Ping'an finally grasped the key points and was able to perform a complete set of moves.

"His talent isn't bad."

"With your current physique, it's enough for now."

Gu Ming nodded in satisfaction, his voice continuing, "Practice until you sweat, then stop when you feel a little tired. Don't push yourself too hard."

He was still concerned about Han Ping'an's health, as his constitution was too weak.

"Also, I'll write you a prescription later. Go to the pharmacy on the main street and get some medicine to help with your boxing practice."

"Tsk, it's not too late to start practicing now. Don't rush it. If you lay a solid foundation, you still have a great chance of becoming a martial artist."

Gu Ming's words were both a reminder and a comfort.

He could understand Han Ping'an's thoughts.

Now that my health has improved, I'm afraid of rushing things and damaging my body again, which would be difficult to handle.

Although what he said wasn't entirely untrue.

But in his opinion, at most he could barely reach the Blood Refinement stage, and his potential was really not much.

However, Han Ping'an doesn't need to be particularly powerful here; having some protection against ordinary thieves is enough.

The uncle and nephew were once a wealthy family, but unfortunately, misfortune struck, and their relatives and friends scattered or died. Now, only the uncle and nephew depend on each other for survival.

She had long regarded Han Ping'an as her own family and had no demands on him.

"Um."

Han Ping'an nodded emphatically and continued practicing his boxing, his eyes shining brightly.

The changes are more obvious than those from health-preserving exercises.

The Rolling Stone Fist needs to be even more ferocious.

This causes the yin energy within the body to become even more rapid and intense.

It pulls on the skin and flesh, stimulating the body to a greater extent.

As Gu Ming said, staying calm and not forcing yourself to practice will bring huge benefits.

After practicing the Rolling Stone Fist for only three days, Han Ping'an clearly felt that his physique had improved to a new level, and the concentration of Yin energy had also increased significantly.

Of course, the most effective one is Yin Essence Blood Jade.

……

"Little Brother Ping An".

A hearty laugh came from outside the shop.

Before the words had even faded, a young man walked in, carrying a basket in his hand and a bamboo basket on his back.

The young man had slightly dark skin, thick arms, and calluses on his hands.

Upon seeing this, Han Ping'an immediately got up and went to greet him.

"Brother Gao."

"Are these all pine needles?"

Gao Hong grinned and patted the basket he had put down: "They're all here. This is the largest quantity we've had all year."

"Haha, that's great!"

"Brother Gao, please have a seat. I'll get you some water."

"Okay."

Gao Hong wasn't a stranger to this place, and he didn't stand on ceremony. Seeing that there was no one else in the shop, he put down his things and sat down at the table to rest.

Han Ping'an quickly poured tea and also brought a plate of mung bean cakes.

"Brother Gao, you take a rest first, let me weigh it."

"Um."

Gao Hong was from Gaojiazhuang, outside the county.

In the village, I go up the mountain with some people to collect pine needles from ancient trees. They deliver the needles to the shop every now and then, and this has been going on for many years.

The first time I met Gao Hong, he was about the same as he is now, a bit simple-minded.

Even ordinary people would consider these ancient pine needles a rare find.

After cleaning and drying, it can be boiled or brewed as tea. Drinking it can calm the mind, dispel cold and dampness, and boost vital energy. It is also a medicine sold in pharmacies, and it is not cheap.

For many people on the funeral street, it's a daily ritual.

The shop has been cooperating with the people of Gaojiazhuang for many years, and the pine needles they bring are all of the highest quality.

"Wow, twenty-three catties and six ounces, that's a lot this time."

"The neighbors are in luck."

Han Ping'an smiled as he placed the scale on the ground.

"There won't be as many next time. This time, quite a few people from the village went deep into the mountains and found some ancient pines, which they picked," Gao Hong replied.

"With Brother Gao's trip, we won't have to worry about the next two months."

Han Ping'an took down the basket, picked up a clean one, and reached inside to pull out the pine needles.

Sudden.

His hand paused, and his gaze went blank.

A handful of ancient pine needles and nineteen drops of blood are used to make pine needle incense and candles. Burning these can calm the mind, ward off evil spirits, and suppress malevolent forces.

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