Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Yiyang unfolded under the light of the lamp.

The words "Strengthening Blood Soup" were written crookedly on top.

Scroll down to see the names of the medicinal materials: 3 qian of black vine, half a qian of red ginseng rootlets, a small amount of tiger bone powder…

A few more sentences about its effects were written at the end.

It replenishes deficiencies, strengthens qi and blood, warms the skin and flesh, and helps one enter the realm of external martial arts.

Yi Yang tapped his finger on the paper.

"A medicinal bath recipe?"

He had lived for sixty years and had seen many folk remedies from the countryside, such as using soot to cure toothache and using children's urine to calm fright, which made people's brains ache.

But this recipe is different.

Although the names of the medicines are varied, their methods are correct.

The effects of Zhuangxue Tang are roughly the same as those of Xueqi San, except that it is more of a medicinal bath and not taken orally.

"That Scarface guy, he's hiding this kind of thing on him."

Yi Yang clicked his tongue. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Even highway robbers have some skill involved.

Unfortunately, technological sophistication couldn't save lives.

Yi Yang carefully put away the prescription and stuffed it into the crevice of the bed board.

There are no medicinal herbs available right now, so we can't use them for the time being.

But keep the prescription; you can try it out later. After all, making your own prescription from herbs saves a lot of money compared to buying a prescription outright.

He turned and went to the kitchen, moving very quietly.

Jiang Yuexin was still asleep, and soft breathing could be heard from inside the room, so peaceful that it softened one's heart.

Dry branches were stuffed into the stove, flames licked the bottom of the pot, and the dry firewood crackled.

Yi Yang added more than half a pot of water.

Steam slowly rose, darkening the earthen walls of the kitchen with soot, and white mist rose from the edge of the pot lid.

Once the water boiled, he carried the wooden bucket and poured it into the backyard, trip after trip.

The old wooden tub sat in the corner, its hoops worn out, but it was still usable for bathing.

When boiling water is poured in, the bucket creaks and steam rises, making one's nose itch.

Yi Yang took out a dose of Blood Qi Powder from his bosom.

The paper package was stamped with a thick red ink, and the smell could be smelled even through the paper—a spicy and bitter medicinal aroma.

He tore open the seal and poured the powder into the water.

sizzle.

Fine bubbles rose to the surface of the water, turning the clear water a pale red. The aroma of herbs spread out, not pungent, but very thick, penetrating the lungs like a soup made from ginseng simmered overnight.

Yi Yang's eyelids twitched as he looked at the water in the bathtub and thought:

"Three taels of silver a portion, it's not all just boasting."

He took off his short jacket, revealing his thin but much tighter upper body.

The age spots are still there, and the ribcage lines are still clear, but the firmness under the skin is something that ordinary elderly people in Sanmu Village should not have.

Step into the barrel.

The hot water reached above the calves, then above the waist and abdomen, and finally up to the chest.

hot.

It's very hot.

With my old body, I would get dizzy after brewing just half a cup of tea.

After the skin is refined, the membrane becomes tough, and the medicinal power penetrates into the flesh through the opening and closing of the pores.

Yi Yang closed his eyes and began practicing the mental techniques of the "Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise".

The warmth in my lower abdomen was stirred by the aroma of the medicine and traveled along my limbs.

After years of drying up, the flesh and blood, like hungry beasts smelling meat, eagerly devoured the essence in the water.

Sour, numb, warm.

The three flavors mingled together, rolling from the skin all the way to the bones.

Yi Yang exhaled a long breath.

"That feels good."

In the past, when I practiced martial arts, without nourishing my body, I felt like an old, hollowed-out grain sack, full of holes when I shook it.

Things are different now.

The medicine replenished the body, and the deficit was gradually filled.

This feeling is even more satisfying than drinking a bowl of meat soup on a winter night.

After Jiang Yuexin got up, she asked from outside the door, "Grandpa, are you taking a shower? I'll go cook then."

Yi Yang casually said, "Cook more for lunch and invite your Aunt Yang over for a meal."

"Would you like Aunt Yang?"

"Okay, call her over."

Yi Yang tapped on the edge of the wooden barrel.

"She ran around doing everything for you the other day. We may be poor, but we can't be heartless."

"oh."

Jiang Yuexin agreed and hurried away.

Hearing her hurried footsteps, Yi Yang's smile lingered on his face for a moment.

He looked down at the medicine in the bucket.

The pale red color is still there, only about a third of it has faded.

Yi Yang reached out and stirred it; the aroma of the medicine was still strong.

"interesting."

One dose of blood-qi-dissolving powder dissolved in water is enough for three soaks.

In other words, three taels of silver can replace three medicinal baths.

The blood and energy replenished from soaking in the water are enough to support him in standing in the Yi Wood Longevity Posture for another time.

I used to practice three times a day.

Now I can practice four times.

The second level of the Yi Wood Nourishing Life Technique requires 3,000 progress points.

Sixty points per round.

Four times a day, that's 240 points.

After thirteen days, one can reach the second level of Qi and Blood, the Flesh Refining Realm.

The speed of this progress is quite alarming.

Yi Yang placed his palm on the rim of the bucket and tapped it lightly twice with his fingers.

"The poor are scholars, the rich are warriors; this saying is indeed true."

When you're broke, practicing martial arts is like risking your life.

Only when medicine is available can practicing qigong be considered true cultivation.

The lunch table was unusually lavish.

After Yi Yang finished practicing his stance training, he went to a hunter and bought a pheasant. Jiang Yuexin stewed half a pot of it. The soup was covered with oil, and the aroma wafted from the kitchen to the courtyard gate, attracting the yellow dog at the village entrance to circle around it.

When Yang Hui entered the room, her nose moved first.

"Oh, is it Chinese New Year today?"

She lifted the straw curtain and her eyes lit up when she saw the pheasant soup on the table.

"Uncle Yi, have you struck it rich? Or did Yuexin find your secret stash of money?"

Jiang Yuexin, holding her bowl, her face still flushed from the morning, quickly said, "Aunt Yang, don't talk nonsense."

Yang Hui looked at her suspiciously.

"Why is your face so red? Is it because the kitchen is hot?"

Jiang Yuexin almost placed the bowl crookedly.

"It's hot, so hot!"

Yi Yang picked up a piece of chicken and put it into Yang Hui's bowl.

"Even food can't shut you up?"

Yang Hui immediately smiled.

"It can be blocked, chicken can block it. Uncle Yi, if you had been this generous earlier, I would have kept quiet every day."

"Then forget it."

Yi Yang took a sip of soup.

"Shut up, or Miki Village will lose half its liveliness."

Yang Hui slammed her hand on the table. "Hey, you old man, you're still insulting me!"

Jiang Yuexin laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

The three of them sat around an old wooden table, their bowls and chopsticks clattering, and steam rising from the chicken soup.

The outside world is chaotic, and the village is chaotic too, but in this small courtyard, there is a rare sense of human warmth.

The other end of the village.

The smell of alcohol was so strong that it was almost unbearable in the home of village chief Yang Shuyu.

Yang Er sat at the head of the table, his fat hands holding a wine cup. Zhang Xiaoshan next to him carried a food box, which displayed braised goose, braised pork, peanuts, and a pot of fine wine.

Yang Shuyu was over fifty years old, with a neatly trimmed beard and an upright posture, but his eyes kept glancing at the geese.

The village chief is also a human being, and humans have cravings. Moreover, in this world, the village chief can't afford to eat fish and meat every day.

Seeing the village chief's gaze, Yang Er smiled disdainfully to himself, but outwardly still respectfully filled his glass and said:

"Uncle Shuyu, we're all from the Yang family, so I won't beat around the bush."

Yang Shuyu stroked his beard.

"You brought so much stuff with you, you must be up to no good."

Yang Er chuckled and said, "How can you call it a bad thing? I just want to find a way for the villagers to make a living."

"explain."

"Some families have poor land and lazy people; they can't even pay taxes after a year of farming. Instead of having the government come to urge them, they might as well voluntarily transfer their land in exchange for some silver, making things easier for everyone."

Yang Shuyu's cup stopped in mid-air, and he immediately understood what Yang Er wanted to do. "According to the laws of the Great Yu Dynasty, forcibly occupying land is a capital offense."

Hearing the fear in the village chief's voice, Yang Er waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Uncle, you're being uninformed. It wasn't forced occupation; it was a voluntary act of putting down fingerprints, writing a contract, and paying the money. Who would dare call it forced?"

Upon seeing Yang Er's shameless tone, Yang Shuyu's face tightened.

"The villagers will cause trouble."

"What's going on?"

Yang Er picked up a piece of goose meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Most of the people who make trouble are just ignorant. If I have my brother pass on a message in the county, and two constables come to ask them, they'll understand."

Yang Shuyu remained silent.

Yang Er poured more wine.

"Uncle, hasn't your eldest son always wanted to go to the city to learn martial arts? Those small martial arts schools in Yunwen Town can't compare to the connections in the county town. My brother knows people, and although he can't guarantee that he'll rise to the top overnight, it shouldn't be a problem for him to get into a martial arts school in the city as a nominal apprentice."

Yang Shuyu stopped stroking his beard; Yang Er's suggestion had caught his attention.

If his son could go to the city to learn martial arts, he might become a martial artist like Yang Da and become an official in the county town. Then they would bring glory to their ancestors!

After pondering for a long time, Yang Shuyu picked up his wine glass.

"Don't make things too ugly."

After seeing the village chief's approval, Yang Er smiled broadly, his fat jiggling, and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yang Shuyu drank the wine and then lowered his voice.

"There's something else. Things haven't been peaceful on Mount Aoki lately."

"What's wrong?"

"The giant snake is causing trouble."

Yang Shuyu put down his cup, looking somewhat worried, and said, "The hunter's dog in the next village was eaten. All that's left are the broken rope and crawling tracks; the grass is all flattened. People went to look for it, but they haven't come back yet. It's probably gone too."

Yang Er paused, his hand still holding the meat, and asked with some surprise, "A giant snake?"

"This isn't an ordinary snake. I heard from a hunter in the next village that its body was thicker than the broken end of a sapling, and it could drag a pig. You should have your brother come back and take a look; he's a martial artist, much stronger than us."

Upon hearing this, Yang Erpang's smile faded slightly.

Sanmu Village relies on the mountains for its livelihood; if the giant snake really comes down from the mountain, no one will be able to sleep soundly.

Could we bring Yang Da back?

His brother was busy making money in the county, and he wouldn't bother to make a trip for the few worthless lives in the village.

Yang Er replied dismissively, "I'll write a letter to ask. It's normal that my brother is busy and can't find the time."

Yang Shuyu frowned, noticing the perfunctory tone in Yang Er's words, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Don't just talk the talk, things will get difficult for everyone when the snake comes down the mountain."

"Okay, okay, Uncle, would I lie to you?"

Yang Er got up to say goodbye, and Zhang Xiaoshan followed him out carrying an empty food box.

As soon as they reached the door, a thug came up to them.

"Second Master, Sun Mazi hasn't returned yet."

Yang Er's face twitched.

"Useless piece of trash! Letting him watch over an old man? He'll lose the man, and then he'll be dead too!"

The thug shrank back.

"Everyone in the village says he's been fooling around outside."

Yang Er cursed a few times, then suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something.

The village chief's words and the matter of Yiyang's purple wood were connected, and several thoughts collided in his mind, causing the anger on his fat face to slowly subside.

Zhang Xiaoshan leaned closer.

"Second Master, what's wrong?"

Yang Er looked at Qingmu Mountain in the distance and let out a low laugh.

"Nothing much."

"But the presence of snakes in these mountains isn't all bad."