The evil guest comes to the door

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

The evil guest comes to the door

"Let's stop [Qi and Blood Powder] for now. My body is almost full."

Chen Ping remembered something, stopped and hesitated.

The [Qi and Blood Powder] sold by Baoyuetang can make up for the body's deficiencies and speed up body training. I don't know which doctor developed it.

The medicine was good, but it cost too much money. A dose of blood medicine cost fifty taels of silver, and Hua Lianer bought ten doses one after another.

Therefore, if you are poor in culture and rich in military, if you really want to improve your strength quickly, you must spend money like water.

If you are not from a wealthy family, it is simply impossible for you to practice like this.

It can also be seen from here that Hua Lian'er's previous identity was really not simple, and he basically didn't have much concept of money in his mind.

To her, money is just a tool.

When I don't have it, I'm happy even if I have two copper coins; if I have silver, I won't even frown if I spend a thousand taels of silver.

After I bought the medicine, I only took one dose for my left hand. Before I finished the second dose, I had a nosebleed. The rest was given to the two brothers on the small table and stool. The two brothers also had strong qi and blood.

A lot.

On the other hand, I don’t want to take it myself. I just say that I don’t need it.

Only Chen Ping, after taking eight doses of [Qi and Blood Powder] in the past few days, felt that his body was becoming stronger day by day, and his qi and blood were rolling like rivers... When he took action, the blood inside his body was like a torrent, and his energy was overwhelming.

.but no symptoms of indigestion appeared.

His body is no longer weak at all. Chen Ping guessed that his boxing realm has probably matched that of his physical body...

From the perspective of medicinal properties, [Qi Xue Powder] is inferior to [Yushen Pill]. The latter not only replenishes vitality but also strengthens the foundation.

The former has only one use, which is to replenish qi and blood and strengthen the body.

It can be regarded as the medicine of tiger and wolf.

But even if Chen Ping used this tiger-wolf medicine frequently, he wouldn't be able to afford it.

'At this point, I have some power to protect myself. If Chang Sansi attacks in advance, he may not be able to fight, as long as he doesn't hide his ability.'

Of course, judging from Chen Ping's rich experience in fighting with others in his previous life, generally speaking, an old fox like Chang Sansi would more or less keep some trump cards.

Things that appear on the surface are often used to confuse people.

'Then, let's be more steady. Now I have the advantage. As I practice, I will become stronger day by day, while his strength is basically fixed.'

'The expenses are too high and the money is not enough. It seems that the singing cannot stop.'

…

Listen to the sound of water rushing.

Hua Lian'er held a piece of white silk covered with writings and pictures in his hand, clenching and unclenching his fingers.

Should I give it to Brother Seven or not?

Mother said that this thing is most suitable for laying the foundation, but it is used to lay the foundation of internal martial arts, which is completely different from the path taken by Qi and Blood martial arts.

What if he practices incorrectly and injures his Qi meridians?

probably not.

Even though no one was using Qi as a guide, his body was so strong that even after taking eight doses of [Qi and Blood Powder] in just three days, he still had enough energy to spare. He was able to overcome the hurdle of nourishing Qi by just relying on essence and blood to replenish his energy.

Maybe?

It may not hurt your body.

Thinking about it, if Brother Qi can really cultivate his vitality internally, cultivate his essence externally, and cultivate both internally and externally, his development prospects will be like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss...

This thought troubled her so much that a few days passed and she still had not made up her mind.

'Oh, why didn't my mother listen carefully when she gave me martial arts lessons? Is there any taboo...'

The flower-faced little face sometimes wrinkled like a bitter gourd, and sometimes smiled like a fool. For a moment, she didn't notice, but the white silk in her hand almost became watery.

…

"I'm coming……"

Although it was raining mist in the sky, it still couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm.

Maybe it's because today is the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, the Chinese New Year has passed, and the government offices are starting to work, so Qilin Street has become particularly noisy.

"I heard that this [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] was highly praised by Master Xuetai, calling it a masterpiece rarely seen in a hundred years. As soon as this word came out, all the Mid-Autumn Festival poems were invalidated... I don't know who this passing talent is.

Which one?"

There are scholars who come here with admiration, shaking their heads and reciting a few sentences: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

"As long as you listen, you still care about who the hen that lays the eggs is. You don't understand anyway."

Someone next to him sneered, "Tell me, which song is not good to listen to? As soon as [Farewell] comes out, everyone sheds tears. [Do you know] Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin, with a soft intestine that turns over and over. I will write it with all my heart."

The meaning of flowers hurting the spring... Which song is not touching the heart? Not to mention you people in the academy, even the dance pavilions and singing stages in Xingqing Mansion are all waving their banknotes and coming to ask for advice."

Hua Lian'er's eyebrows arched and her eyes narrowed upon hearing this, feeling extremely happy in her heart.

You guys don’t know, this is written by Brother Qi.

Although he is said to be a "passing talent", who would have his brain burned out and give up such good lyrics and music to others.

Isn't that a fool?

He secretly glanced at Chen Ping and saw that his face was still expressionless and his eyes were calm. It was as if what these people were saying was not him at all.

This is called tolerance and calmness.

I need to learn more.

No wonder my mother always said that I jumped around like a woolly monkey.

Thinking of her mother, the smile on her pretty face gradually faded... she quickly gathered her mood and prepared to speak up.

The more money you earn, the more money you can afford to eat meat and buy medicine.

Seventh Brother will also become stronger.

At that time, you no longer need to be under the control of Qisetang, you can directly break out of the house and kill everyone.

She actually knows some things very well in her heart.

…

When only singing "farewell", some people may feel that the tune is too sad and unpalatable.

When [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] and [Zhi Fu] came out, all the men and women were caught in one fell swoop...

The knowledgeable people were listening and had an endless aftertaste.

Even those who are ignorant can enjoy the beautiful and unspeakable tune just by listening to the sound.

When several "beggars" put on their posture and started singing with all their energy, they were surrounded by a dense crowd of people on three levels inside and three outside.

From afar, there were people arriving panting...

This atmosphere and momentum are comparable to temple fairs during festivals.

'A lot of young ladies came today, and I have a little more money, maybe seven or eight taels.'

After singing the three songs back and forth several times, Hualianer ignored his dry throat and secretly looked at the silver and copper coins thrown by passers-by around him, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

So far today, the harvest has been very good... Next, of course, is the part of collecting money, which is the happiest part for several people.

"It's gone, it's gone."

Before Chen Ping could say anything to thank him for the support, the crowd outside the venue suddenly became commotion.

A rough and powerful voice roared sharply.

"It's a tuft of hair. Why is he here?"

"Pooh……"

"These people don't care about business and only do disgusting things."

Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a police uniform wearing black clothes and a red jacket.

This man had a large black mole on the left side of his face, and a handful of thick and long black hair, which grew tenaciously and was extremely eye-catching.

He pushed away the onlookers with very arrogant hands and barged in, followed by two white servants who were also chirping and scolding.

He was so rushed that everyone hurriedly ran away, and amidst the complaints, there was a lot of excitement.
Chapter completed!