C28 (1/2)

After cooking the Big Pei-yuan soup, Chen Yang carefully filtered the medicine and put it into a warm water bottle. He wrapped the dregs and prepared to pour them on the road at the back of the school when Zhang Jian came back.

If in order to strengthen the body, a drink a day is enough, otherwise it is very easy to be useless.

However, this was not the case for the Three Sun Fist technique. As long as one's meridians could withstand the impact of the medicinal properties of the technique, it was naturally better to have as many meridians as possible. Moreover, he was injured, so the Great Pei-yuan soup could also help regenerate bone cells, which was good for recovering from injuries.

However, this time it was a real soup and its efficacy was at least 10 times stronger than last time. After drinking it, his meridians would eventually collapse.

After thinking about it again and again, Chen Yang decided to drink it three times. Any more would be counterproductive. Furthermore, considering that Zhang Jian's vitality had been damaged so badly, he decided to leave a third of his energy to replenish Zhang Jian's vitality in case that fellow aged.

After cleaning up the dormitory, he sat down on a chair, took a deep breath, poured out the solution, pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp.

After he finished the Great Pei-Yuan soup, he hurriedly held his breath, closed his eyes and fully practiced the Three Sun Fist mantra.

Once the Da Peiyuan soup entered his mouth, a warm current exploded in his stomach and quickly spread all over his body.

Under the huge effect of the medicine, Chen Yang's entire face turned red, and his forehead started sweating profusely, as if he was in a sauna. His brows twitched slightly, and he sped up his mental cultivation method without any hesitation.

Along with the faster circulation of the mental cultivation method, a portion of the warm current flowed to his injured lower leg, and most of it circulated through his meridians before entering his dantian.

An hour later, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a stream of mist that smelled like Chinese medicine. He then opened his eyes.

”It seems that I've underestimated my physique.”

Chen Yang was surprised and happy at the same time. He originally thought that only after finishing the three pieces of soup would he be able to break through to the Mastery Stage. He didn't expect his physique to be so strong. Not only was he able to absorb the medicinal properties swiftly, he wasn't even missing them. In that case, at most, he would need to consume two batches of the medicine.

When he recovered, he stood up using the table and shifted his weight slowly to his right leg. As the gravity increased, he felt a faint pain coming from his lower leg.

”I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next week.”

Helplessly touching his walking stick, he limped out of the dormitory and prepared to make a trip to the city center.

The day after tomorrow was the birthday of the Liu Family's Patriarch, Liu Deyuan. This morning, he had called Liu Zhongtian and told him that his calf bone had been fractured. It was really inconvenient for him to go.

Liu Zhongtian said he would go no matter what. As for getting injured, he would send a car to pick up Chen Yang.

It was hard to refuse such a grand favor, so Chen Yang couldn't really refuse.

He hailed a taxi at the entrance of the school and instructed the driver to go to an antique street.

Since he had no choice, he had to prepare a gift.

He couldn't afford expensive presents, and there was no need for cheaper ones. He finally decided to give Liu Deyuan a letter, a letter he wrote himself.

At the end of the street, Chen Yang walked into a shop that was almost the same as the Treasure Shop.

”Do you have any ink or paper with you? Show me.” The moment he entered the shop, Chen Yang walked in front of the shop assistant and went straight to the point.

”The brush is at the counter over there. Please follow me.”

Chen Yang nodded and walked to another counter. Looking at the brushes in the window, his brows unconsciously furrowed. ”The brushes are uneven, soft and boneless. Even Wang Xizhi would not be able to do anything about it.”

”Eh, little brother, you know calligraphy?”

Hearing the question that sounded from behind him, Chen Yang turned around and realized that the one who spoke was a thirty year old middle-aged man.

”A little.”

”My name is Fan Yide, manager of the Xipao Pavilion. ”Little brother, these are the worst brushes in the shop, only the inner rooms have what you want.”

Chen Yang said with a strange expression: ”Manager Fan should be a good person as well. I wonder what brush you are using?”

Fan Yidao's face was filled with pride. ”That was an antique I bought from the Central Plains Province for eight hundred thousand yuan. It was written in the Qing Dynasty. It was a real wolf's hair.”