Chapter 209 Rock Coffin

Duan Rong returned to Liulu, took a pen and paper, and sat in the pavilion.

He began to think and work on solving the problem of drug permeability.

Duan Rong first added and adjusted the prescription for the fourth level of the inner breath realm given to him by Xiao Zongting!

He wrote something on the paper from time to time, but crossed it out after a little thought.

Duan Rong was thinking, and occasionally he would pick up the bright yellow rose beside the stone table and sniff it at the tip of his nose. The rose in midsummer, with its refreshing fragrance, could relieve the boredom of meditation.

Duan Rong repeatedly pondered in the pavilion until dusk, when he finally finalized the plan.

Duan Rong looked at the prescription smeared everywhere on the paper, and there were various notes written below. He couldn't help but smile lightly. He was 80% sure that this recipe would work!

Duan Rong folded the paper and put it in the inner pocket of his lapel. He glanced at the sky. Dusk was approaching, and it was time for Huayinglou to open.

When Shen Ping left, he left three bottles of the medicine, and one bottle was for Hu Huanhuan.

When Duan Rong arrived at Huayinglou, Huayinglou had just opened its doors.

Duan Rong handed the bottle to Hu Huanhuan, and told her about Shen Ping's plan and the last words he left.

Hu Huanhuan listened, and remained silent for a long time, and his eyes instantly lost their light.

Duan Rong knew that the relationship between Shen Ping and Hu Huanhuan was far more complicated than that of ordinary lovers. He didn't know how to comfort her, and after explaining it, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Duan Rong left Huayinglou and went to the herbal medicine shop first, bought some herbs needed to make medicine soup, and carried more than ten bags in large and small bags back to Liulu.

Duan Rong did not start to make medicine immediately after returning to Liulu, because everything was still complete, and he had to wait for the morning market at the slaughterhouse tomorrow morning.

Duan Rong put the large and small bags of herbs into the house, and then began to stand in the courtyard, standing until midnight, and then went to bed.

The next morning, Duan Rong got up at daybreak. After washing in the courtyard, he went to the street to buy some buns and ate them while walking to the slaughter market in the south city.

Duan Rong bought fresh cow blood, a bloody dog ​​skin that had just been peeled off, and some animal offal at the slaughter market.

Duan Rong carried these bloody things back to West Street and bought a large casserole in the porcelain shop on the corner.

Duan Rong held the casserole, put the things in it, and walked back to Liulu.

Duan Rong returned to Liulu and started to boil the medicine.

He first cleaned the bloody things, then boiled the herbs to be processed, and then lit a fire in the stove in the courtyard and put the large casserole on it.

The water in the big casserole boiled, and Duan Rong first put the washed dog skin in, and boiled it over high heat...

When the herbs over there were cooked, Duan Rong poured the cooked herbs, including the soup and herbs, into the casserole where the dog skin was boiled.

This boiled for another hour, during which Duan Rong added water several times.

When he saw that the medicinal soup had changed color, Duan Rong put the cow blood and animal offal in.

After that, he boiled a few more herbs, and when the casserole was almost cooked, he put the soup of the boiled herbs in.

In this way, after another two hours, the medicinal soup in the big casserole had become quite thick, but the medicinal soup was faintly green, and it was slowly bubbling... The appearance was really a bit weird...

"Can this thing really be drunk?"

Duan Rong frowned, looking at the soup in front of him, a little hesitant.

Although he deduced the plan according to Shen Ping's medical understanding and complex knowledge after swallowing the spirit of the weapon in his mind.

And the operation was carried out strictly according to the deduced steps, so it should be fine.

However, Duan Rong looked at the pot of soup with a somewhat creepy appearance, and he really didn't dare to eat it for a while.

Duan Rong hesitated for a long time. He felt that he had finally made it, so he couldn't just throw it away without trying it.

He had to try it to see the effect of the medicine.

Duan Rong scooped a little from the green soup with a wooden spoon. He encouraged himself and did psychological construction for a long time before finally putting the medicine into his mouth.

Duan Rong had already thought about it. If it was poisonous, he would first take a pill from the bottle of medicine left by Shen Ping to stabilize the toxicity, and then start to detoxify himself.

With his current attainments in poison, unless it was poinsettia, he could now detoxify even the corpse rot poison that was originally said to be unsolvable.

Although he comforted himself in this way, when Duan Rong brought the green soup to his mouth, for some reason, the scene of Pan Jinlian feeding Wu Dalang arsenic still emerged in his mind.

After the medicine was swallowed, Duan Rong immediately stood up in the courtyard and practiced the round pile. Then he released his consciousness and penetrated his body to carefully explore whether the medicine could solve the problem of drug penetration in the internal breath circulation.

A quarter of an hour later, Duan Rong suddenly opened his eyes and his face was happy.

"Don't judge soup by appearance!"

Duan Rong walked to the big casserole and drank three spoonfuls in a row. Then he stood up again and practiced the round pile.

While Duan Rong was standing in the round pile, his consciousness also penetrated his body and continued to observe the internal breath circulation between the meridians.

The problem of drug penetration has been completely solved.

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The medicinal power can also penetrate into some thin meridians densely, and continuously flow into the inner breath.

An hour later, Duan Rong stood up after dispersing his energy. According to his comparison and estimation, this green soup has increased his inner breath cultivation speed by nearly one third!

It is even more terrifying than he expected!

After an hour, three spoonfuls of soup had been basically consumed in the body. Duan Rong walked into the kitchen and took out a rather large black pottery bowl.

Duan Rong picked up the large casserole, filled himself with a bowl, and then drank it all.

Then Duan Rong continued to stand in the courtyard frantically, and stood until midnight.

Duan Rong was sweating all over, but his heart was very happy. He took off all his clothes, drew cool well water from the well, poured it over his head, and then immediately rubbed his body with soap.

Duan Rong took a cold shower, the heat dissipated, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Duan Rong stood in a frantic posture for three consecutive days until he drank a pot of green soup. Duan Rong checked his internal breath and felt that his internal breath was indeed a little stronger.

Duan Rong boiled a large pot of soup again...

One day, Chenshi. There were no clouds in the sky and the wind was gentle.

Xiangu County, Gushan, 13 miles north of the city, under a steep cliff somewhere.

Gushan, as its name suggests, is a solitary peak, unlike the Wild Boar Mountain which is a continuous mountain range!

Gushan is steep on the east, north and west sides, and only the south slope is gentle.

Except for the occasional people on the south slope, there are no traces of people on the other three sides.

Especially the northern cliff here, which is extremely steep, and it can be said that birds are sad and monkeys are sad!

Duan Rong was on the cliff at this time, looking up, the solitary peak is a cliff, and the flying birds are blocked!

Duan Rong suddenly pulled out the oxtail knife, jumped up, and poured his inner breath to cut off a protruding rock wall at the bottom of the cliff.

The oxtail knife is sharp, and the sharp inner breath moves with the blade. Although this mountain is made of granite, a large piece of rock is still separated from the mountain by Duan Rong with a smooth cut surface.

Then Duan Rong jumped up and down, his body flying, and the oxtail knife in his hand was filled with internal energy, rising and falling around the big rock cut from the mountain.

Not long after, Duan Rong cut the big rock into a rectangular shape like a coffin.

Looking at the big rock coffin in front of him, Duan Rong put the knife back into the sheath, his eyes flickering.