"No, it's just this stub, what's wrong?" Pianmiao was very puzzled, why her mother acted so strangely!
Fang Xianyun looked at the medicinal material stub in her hand with burning eyes, feeling that she was going crazy. There were only twenty-seven medicinal materials in it! The twenty-seven medicinal materials were all the medicinal materials needed to refine the top-quality Qi Condensing Pill? And they were always in full bloom.
He also said that only a small part of the cordyceps sinensis in it was used! How could such a small number of medicinal materials be used to make elixirs? Even to refine those inferior elixirs, some of them require more than fifty kinds of medicinal materials! This top-quality condensation
Only twenty-seven kinds of Qi Pills are needed? Half of the prescriptions for my Qi Condensing Pill contain fifty kinds of medicinal materials!
Master! The white-bearded old man Chang Sheng said is definitely the top alchemy master! Using an apprentice's alchemy furnace that is almost broken, he can make forty-nine top-quality Qi-condensing pills using only twenty-seven kinds of medicinal materials! This
How could there be such a powerful alchemy master in the world! I have never heard of such a master, let alone met him!
Fang Xianyun carefully looked at the names of the medicinal materials on the stub. Except for Cordyceps sinensis, Chuanqionglan... eight of the twenty-seven medicinal materials, other medicinal materials were in or included in half of her own elixir recipes.
Yes, or she tried it when she was experimenting with another elixir, but those eight medicinal materials.
"How can these eight medicinal materials be used in the recipe of this Qi Condensing Pill? It's simply unreasonable!" Fang Xianyun muttered to herself as she stared at the stub in her hand. She felt like she was constantly solving a calculation.
She had been unable to solve the scripture question, and finally got the answer, but when she looked at the answer, she still couldn't understand it!
"Patriarch, you sent someone to help me buy the medicinal materials above. I'm going to study the recipe first." Fang Xianyun said a word, and she left the room in a flash.
Chang Ganyi watched Fang Xianyun leave in a hurry and then looked at Chang Sheng, and suddenly thought of a question: "Sheng'er, do you know martial arts?" After a while, Chang Sheng will compete with Lin Yuanzhi's eldest son in martial arts.
I only know that the Whitebeard Immortal taught Chang Sheng how to practice, but I don’t know if he taught Chang Sheng martial arts.
"I don't know martial arts. The old man with the white beard didn't teach me." Chang Sheng was very happy. He was having a headache and was trying to find a weapon that he could use, but now Chang Ganyi actually spoke first.
"Without martial arts, this won't work." Chang Ganyi greeted Chang Sheng and walked outside, and at the same time said: "Come on, Sheng'er asked me to go to the family martial arts training ground, and I will teach you martial arts in person."
The Chang family's martial arts training ground is divided into an inner field and an outer field. The outer field is where the younger generations of the family compete in martial arts and receive guidance from family masters. Chang Ganyi led Chang Sheng and Miao Miao who followed closely through the lively outer field and walked into the martial arts practice.
The inner court is where the masters of the family practice their martial arts. With Chang Sheng's strength, he definitely has to enter the inner court.
Chang Sheng found that there were many younger members of the family practicing martial arts in the family outfield, but when he arrived at the infield, there was no one there. However, although there were fewer people, the infield venue was no smaller than the outfield, with an empty courtyard.
The center is divided into four square martial arts stages. On both sides of each martial arts stage are a row of long weapon racks, which are covered with knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks and other weapons.
Various weapons.
Chang Ganyi stood on a martial arts stage and asked Chang Sheng: "Sheng'er, what kind of martial arts do you want to learn? Empty fists and kicks, or the use of weapons?"
"Of course it's a weapon!" Chang Sheng touched his fist and said matter-of-factly: "Hitting someone with your fist will hurt, but using a weapon won't hurt. I want to use a weapon!"
On the side, Pianmiao couldn't help but laugh out loud when she heard Chang Sheng's words. Chang Sheng's reason was really cute.
Chang Ganyi has long been accustomed to Chang Sheng's unique way of thinking. He raised his finger and pointed to the weapon rack on the side and asked: "So Sheng'er, what kind of weapon do you want to learn? Knife? Sword? Or grab?"
"I don't know." Chang Sheng tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head.
"Don't know? Then Sheng'er, you can try them all. If you see which weapon you are comfortable with, you can use that weapon."
"Oh." Chang Sheng responded, flicking away the snot from his nostrils, then walked to the weapon rack, wiped the snot on the rack, wiped his hands clean, and then grabbed a sharp and thin knife. He looked at the long sword hanging on his waist and shook his head.
"No, this sword is the same as Senior Sister Piao Miao's sword. This must be a weapon used by women. There is no need for it." Chang Sheng threw away the sword in his hand and grabbed the next weapon, which was a ring knife.
"No, it's too short, don't want it!" Chang Sheng threw away the knife.
"This ax looks so silly, don't want it."
This hammer...
Chang Sheng picked up weapons one after another from the weapon rack, and then threw them away due to one or another problem, until he picked up a stick.
"This is pretty good with the stick." Chang Sheng shook the stick a few times and said to Chang Ganyi with excitement: "Uncle, I'm going to learn the stick technique."
"Whether it's stick technique, it just so happens that uncle is also better at stick technique." Chang Ganyi turned around and also pulled out a stick from the weapon rack.
"Sheng'er, the stick technique that my uncle is best at is called the Eight-Part Universe Stick. This stick technique is derived from the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation. Each move contains eight changes. Every eight moves has a chain. Each chain There are eight different connection methods, and the changes are endless. Sheng'er, please watch carefully, uncle is going to use the stick method next."
"Sounds great."
Chang Sheng looked at Chang Ganyi with a serious look in his eyes. Originally he just wanted to find a reason to publicly position his weapon as a stick, and at the same time asked Chang Ganyi to help him get the weapon. Unexpectedly, it seemed that He has good martial arts skills.
"call……"
After Chang Ganyi took a long breath, he held the lower end of the stick with both hands and swung it in the air, and suddenly a sharp sound broke through the air.
"Swish, swish, swish"
The dark iron rod danced in the air, making a whirring sound. In Chang Ganyi's hand, the fine iron rod, which looked as thick as a strong man's wrist, was like his own arm, swinging it freely.
"I didn't expect my uncle to be so good at the stick technique. However, the essence of this stick technique should be the footwork.
Chang Sheng secretly sighed. As Chang Qian Yishang said, the stick technique is very exquisite, but this stick technique does not have a special way to generate energy, and the power increase is too little. It is not at the same level as the crazy magic stick technique. Use The Crazy Demonic Stick Technique hits you with one stick, with tens of thousands of forces hitting you, and even the most exquisite moves are useless.
About halfway through the stick of incense, Chang Ganyi stood up with his hands raised, put the iron rod upright by his side, looked at Chang Sheng, and asked: "Sheng'er, how much did you understand the set of stick techniques just now?"
"I don't understand at all." Chang Sheng shook his head vigorously. Just now Chang Ganyi danced very slowly to take care of him. He did understand some of this stick technique, but now he is pretending to be a fool or pretending to be nothing. It will be good.
Chang Ganyi looked at Chang Sheng's confused face and sighed in his heart. As expected, Chang Sheng still couldn't learn the too difficult stick techniques, so he could only teach some simpler stick techniques.
"It doesn't matter if Sheng'er doesn't understand. Now I'll teach you another stick technique. This stick technique is called the Thunder Stick Technique. It can be used as fast and violently as thunder..."
"Sheng'er, this stick technique is called..."
"Sheng'er, it's okay, I can also use other stick techniques..."
…
Chang Ganyi looked at Chang Sheng who had been confused since he started to use stick techniques. He really didn't know what to do. He had already practiced all the stick techniques for Chang Sheng, but Chang Sheng Sheng looked blank after reading it, obviously not understanding it at all.
"It seems that I can only teach Sheng'er the most basic and easiest stick technique to learn. If he can't learn even the stick technique, I can only ask others to teach him."
Chang Ganyi shook his hands that had become slippery from swinging the stick for a long time, and said loudly to Chang Sheng: "Sheng'er, you have to be careful this time, you will definitely learn this stick technique!"
When Chang Sheng heard Chang Ganyi's words, he immediately focused his gaze and looked over.
I saw Chang Ganyi holding the iron rod in both hands and practicing the horizontal sweep and vertical chop in a precise manner.
"This, this stick technique, I'm afraid there is no simpler stick technique than this."
Chang Sheng looked at Chang Ganyi's movements and sighed in his heart, Chang Ganyi is really not easy. For the sake of pretending to be a fool, he, a master who has entered the innate realm, actually used this kind of stick technique.
Chang Qianyi used the stick technique this time, and it was extremely slow. There were only twenty-one movements of the stick technique without any changes. After performing it three times in a row, it actually took nearly a stick of incense.
"Sheng'er, do you understand this time?"
Chang Ganyi touched the beads of sweat on his forehead. He was not tired, but anxious. Chang Sheng couldn't learn the stick technique every time he used it. How could he not be anxious as an uncle?
Chang Sheng met Chang Qianyi's expectant eyes, finally nodded and said: "Yes, I can do it!"
"Finally!"
Chang Ganyi and Piao Miao's eyes suddenly lit up, and they said at the same time: "Quick, Xiao Sheng, come and fight me again."
"good!"
Chang Sheng agreed, raised the long stick in his hand and imitated Chang Qianyi's behavior before sweeping out, and then swept back with the momentum.
"Yes, yes, these three moves are correct. Sure enough, Sheng'er can still learn this simple stick technique." Chang Ganyi looked at Chang Sheng's movements and nodded. A smile just appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it has not yet bloomed. , suddenly disappeared again.
"Here, what kind of move is Chang Sheng doing? I didn't hit like that just now!"
Chang Sheng held the dark iron rod and danced around like a lunatic without any rules at all. What he did was not a stick technique, he was just beating around with the stick.
Chang Ganyi looked at Chang Sheng's movements on the martial arts stage and grabbed his hair with a headache. Chang Sheng's moves at the beginning were all correct, but what was he doing now?