Medicine Master Disciple’s Cultivation Notes

Chapter 52: Chu Xiaohe is Divinely Brave and Invincible

Sweat was pouring from the old shopkeeper's forehead in his anxiety. He hurriedly nodded, "Little brother, if you have a method, use it. Don't have any concerns. No matter what happens, I'll take responsibility!"

Li Qiuchen treated these words as farts.

If he really ended up killing the old master, would you let me off?

He hadn't rushed to act earlier because he was genuinely afraid this old gentleman might suddenly receive the Medicine Master's calling and grow some strange things on his body.

Blue Stone Platform had just been purged once, and the Zhao family was a key focus of attention. Who knew if there were people watching from the shadows?

After watching for a while longer, he discovered the situation was different.

The old gentleman wasn't possessed by ghosts, but rather possessed by his blood.

An eighty-year-old man, his bones throughout his body already brittle, suddenly had his qi and blood become abundant. His old heart couldn't withstand it, causing even his brain cells to boil over.

It didn't seem like the Medicine Master's blessing, but rather more like the effect of some kind of medicine.

Li Qiuchen rubbed his hands and walked forward, waving to signal the household servants beside him to step back.The old gentleman howled and chopped down with his knife. Li Qiuchen dodged to the side, simultaneously grabbing the arm holding the knife and directly twisting it behind his back. He kicked at the back of his knee, immediately kicking the old gentleman down on one knee.

One hand locked the arm, the other hand pressed on his back, releasing power.

Tiger Embrace Technique!

This was a move used by jailers to restrain criminals. The palm's internal power specifically struck vital points to disperse the criminal's power, perfectly corresponding to the old gentleman's current symptoms.

The old gentleman cried out. His struggling strength instantly diminished by half.

Li Qiuchen calmly and gently absorbed the excessively abundant qi and blood from within the old gentleman's body into his own. As this medicinal energy dispersed, the old gentleman let out a long breath and his entire person quieted down.

"Done!"

Li Qiuchen released his hands and feet, gently laying the old gentleman on the ground. Facing the expectant gazes cast from all around, he said seriously, "Help the old master down to rest. Remember not to feed him any more greatly nourishing things. This is just from eating the wrong medicine. Get him some pickled vegetables, rice porridge and such, and nurse him carefully for a while."

"Divine physician!"

The old shopkeeper came forward and grabbed Li Qiuchen's hand, overflowing with gratitude, "Brother Chu, today we really owe it all to you!"

"No, no, no, don't praise me."

Li Qiuchen quickly became modest, "I don't understand any medical arts. It's mainly that I just happened to have seen your family's old master's condition before. I had an uncle who gathered a spiritual herb in the mountains. Not knowing what effects it had, he took it home and soaked it in wine to drink. The day after drinking it, he became like this, running naked through the snowy ground for a day and night before he regained consciousness."

This was a lie.

Not a single word was true but at this moment, how could the old shopkeeper have any doubt? After listening, he flew into a rage, turning to ask the household, "What nonsense have you all been feeding the old master?"

"Nothing! Nothing!"

The household members all denied it. The old gentleman was already this age, and the household had been in chaos during this time. If there really were treasures, who could have fed them to him?

Who knows which filial son or grandson had secretly done this good deed.

In the alley outside the Zhao family courtyard, two filial sons and grandsons who had been eavesdropping looked embarrassed.

"You refined the pill yourself, and you dare casually feed it to people?"

"Why are you blaming me? If you hadn't searched his memories last night and nearly killed him, would I have fed him the pill?"

"Then you should have fed him less! The old gentleman is over eighty years old. Did you think you were feeding a pig?"

"I'm not a professional pill master. How was I supposed to control the dosage?"

The two looked at each other, both feeling uneasy, and said no more.

No matter what, as long as no one died, it was fine.

...

In the north, at respectable families' banquet tables, you absolutely could not have sauced bone sticks as a dish.

Delicious was delicious but if you brought this thing out, people would laugh at you.

Proper families hosting guests would inevitably serve crystal pork knuckle with skin and bone intact on the table.

This knuckle couldn't weigh less than three catties, the fat layer had to be over two fingers thick, fried into tiger skin and simmered in a large iron pot for an hour, cooked to a jujube-red color with crystal glaze poured over it before being served. Only then would you not have wasted this pig.

Then you'd pull with your hand, easily extracting the bone stick from the meat. The remaining skin and meat together with the broth would be mixed with rice.

Just eat it.

One mouthful and you wouldn't make a sound, your throat completely sealed up.

Li Qiuchen had grown this big and hadn't eaten a proper meal in a very long time.

Many people liked to promote the so-called "original flavor," meaning as long as the meat was good, it would taste good no matter how you cooked it.

That was pure nonsense.

The correct statement should be, under the premise that you mastered basic cooking skills, as long as the meat was good, it would taste good no matter how you cooked it.

Country folk couldn't even read. How could you expect them to have cooking skills?

That wasn't called tasting good no matter how you cooked it. Actually, it was that you had no oil in your stomach, so anything you ate tasted good.

Li Qiuchen had deep understanding of this.

He had grown up in Songlin Village eating at every household, with extremely deep impressions of certain relatives' cooking skills.

To this day, he couldn't understand how someone could make freshly steamed cornbread as indestructible as bricks, smelling like feet, that could be thrown as hidden weapons.

The landlord family's cook was different.

As they say, a good horse needs a good saddle, a precious sword needs a hero, and good ingredients also need a good cook to prepare them properly.

Holding the knuckle and finishing three large bowls of rice, as the carbohydrate daze came over him, Li Qiuchen suddenly felt that immortal cultivation was perhaps just so-so.

Not very interesting.

Liu Po was also invited to the table, after all she had contributed effort.

She still wanted to take the knuckle with the plate home, but being stared at by Li Qiuchen and Hu Hai'er, she was too embarrassed to act.

The old shopkeeper held very high seniority in the Zhao family. Squire Zhao who had been taken away was his eldest brother. He was third in rank in this generation, but wasn't from the main family.

To put it plainly, he was a "clan elder."

Now the family was leaderless, and the old master had this incident happen. He could only step forward to take charge of the situation, and for the moment had no time to entertain guests.

By the time he finished with household affairs and came over, Li Qiuchen had already eaten his fill, sitting to the side drinking tea to cut the grease.

"The household is in chaos, a bunch of old women with long hair and short vision. The hospitality was inadequate, making everyone laugh at us."

The old shopkeeper was someone who understood propriety and reason. With polite words in his mouth, he reached into his sleeve and took out several silver ingots.

He had promised Liu Po a reward of twenty taels of silver, not a fen less. Here he also gave Li Qiuchen twenty taels.

Liu Po was very embarrassed and quickly declined, "Third Brother, why are you doing this? I didn't really help much."

"Old sister, don't say such things. That you came to help already gave me face. We've been neighbors for so many years, please don't be polite with me."

No matter whether she ultimately helped or not, she had truly invited down an immortal. The old shopkeeper was smooth in his dealings and naturally wouldn't offend such a capable person over money matters.

As for Li Qiuchen's side, by rights he should give more, but if you gave too much, Liu Po might feel uncomfortable in her heart. Women, especially women this age, what reasoning could you expect from them?

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