Chapter 2: Shiquan Dapu Tang [Part 1] ()

One month later...

Zhang Yuan was practicing ginseng boxing in the yard, and his mail was "slamming, slamming". When a set of ginseng boxing was halfway through, his second brother Zhang Chong walked in with a job. As soon as he entered the door, he said in a strange tone: "Oh? Xiao Si, are you practicing boxing again?"

Zhang Yuan made a finishing move, adjusted his breathing, then turned around and looked at his second brother Zhang Chong, imitating the tone of Zhang Chong just now, and said, "Oh? Second brother, are you having dinner again?"

"Haha, you guessed it wrong this time. The things in this bowl are not for me to eat, but for you to eat!" Zhang Chongyang said, "The rice bowl in his hand."

"For me? I just had breakfast." Zhang Yuan said in surprise.

"Hehe, this is not a meal, but a supplement. The housekeeper ordered the kitchen to prepare it. I happened to go to the kitchen to find something to eat, so I took it for you." Zhang Chong said.

"Supplement? What's the supplement?" Zhang Yuan walked over with interest, looked at the bowl in his second brother's hand, and saw that it was dark inside, and didn't know what kind of supplement it was.

"Tenquan Dapu soup, everything is supplemented. When I first practiced martial arts, I also drank this thing. After drinking it for two months, I developed true energy." Zhang Chong smiled happily, but a gloating expression flashed across his face, as if he was looking forward to something fun to happen.

"Oh?" Zhang Yuan suddenly became interested when he heard the word "true Qi". He took the bowl from his second brother's hand with both hands and stirred it with a spoon. He found that the things in this bowl looked like soup but not soup, and it looked like soup but not soup. It was simply a bowl of black paste. After smelling it, a smell of rushing into the nose poured onto the cover of the sky, just like mustard, which was so exciting!

"Second brother!? You're not messing with me!? Can this thing be eaten!?" Zhang Yuan said with a glaring at Zhang Chong.

"What am I doing to you? Don't glar at me. This secret recipe from our family is a soup specially used for qi training. Others can't drink it if they want to drink it. This thing is expensive. Don't spill it. Drink it while it's hot." Zhang Chong said with a smile.

"..." Zhang Yuan looked at his second brother Zhang Chong, then looked at the soup in his hand. He smelled the pungent smell, and hesitated, and still doubted whether his second brother would mess with him again.

At this time, the servant Zhang Sihu walked to Zhang Yuan and said, "Young Master, the second master is right. This is indeed a decoction for qi training. It is beneficial to drink it."

Zhang Yuan glanced at his servant and asked in confusion: "Why haven't I drunk it before?"

"This..." Zhang Sihu obviously didn't know much, so he couldn't answer.

"You couldn't drink it before. This thing is stronger than the strong alcohol, and it burns your body. You haven't even mastered the Shenhequan before. Who dares to drink this thing for you? Well, it's delayed, and the soup will get cold if you slap it. Drink it quickly and then fight Shenhequan. You will know the benefits in a while." Zhang Chong explained.

Zhang Yuan glanced at his second brother Zhang Chong, then looked at the soup bowl in his hand, and finally raised his hand and drank the soup bowl in a few sips. As soon as he finished drinking it, he immediately threw the soup bowl, covered his head with both hands, enduring the feeling of mustard on his head, which made him tremble all over.

"Hahaha... Is it delicious? I also drank this thing, I suffered a lot!" Zhang Chong smiled and sighed.

The excitement came quickly and went quickly. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yuan recovered, touched the cold sweat on his head, sighed, and said to himself: "Is this thing a mixture of mustard oil and the ash at the bottom of the pot? It's so fucking bad!"

"Don't be stupid, hurry up and punch, the heat will come up in a while." Zhang Chong reminded.

After hearing Zhang Chong's words, Zhang Yuan was half-believing and half-doubted, but he still stood up, posed in a starting position, and then began to punch in a straightforward manner...

One move, one move...Three moves, nine moves...

Halfway through a set of ginseng punches, Zhang Yuan felt a fever in his chest. This heat radiated from the stomach and then radiated into his whole body. The heat radiated and did not "swish" people, but it gave people a sense of heat, which made Zhang Yuan unable to help but use all his strength to punch to vent the heat in his body.

One punch, two punches...Nine punches, ten punches...

Unconsciously, he finished a set of ganhe punches, but he did not stop, and then he played the second set of ganhe punches. Unconsciously, Zhang Yuan's fist strength became heavier and he gradually became more and more fist. He felt that the more he hit, the more he was more excited, the more he hit the moon, the warmth in his body was like a lit torch. If he didn't burn himself up, it would not be extinguished!

Zhang Yuan repeatedly beaten with a set of gantong fists more than ten times, and there was no stop in the middle. However, Zhang Yuan's physical strength was exhausted, so the speed of fists and feet became slower and slower, and his breathing became more and more chaotic. In the end, he couldn't beat him, so he sat on the ground, gasping constantly, and sweat on his cheeks kept flowing out...

"No, not bad. I tried the Shenhe Fist thirteen times in one breath, but I am still not as good as my second brother. I tried twenty-one times in one breath, and the next day I felt a sense of energy. I practiced my first breath of true energy in two months, hehe." Zhang Chong said proudly.

"Water, water, give me water..." Zhang Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to his second brother Zhang Chong. He only wanted river water now. He was so tired, and his body was hot, and he felt like he was smoking in his throat.

Zhang Sihu quickly brought a small bowl of water and handed it to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan took the bowl of water, drank it in one sip, and then said with a slight anger: "Why is that little bit? I'll give you another bowl!"

"Young master, your breath is too messy and you can't mix too much water. You have to adjust your breathing and rest before you can drink water." Zhang Sihu kindly advised.

Zhang Yuan is not a ungrateful person, so he nodded in his thirst. At this time, Zhang Chong walked to him and said, "Don't sit on the ground. The medicinal power in your body has not yet dissipated. Get up and walk around. It's best to jog a few laps."

"Second brother, you said it's light. Now I don't even have the strength to get up..." Zhang Yuan said gasping.

"Tsk, don't pretend to be dead. Now I'm watching you. If my father looks at you, you will definitely be able to get up and run away." Zhang Chong said.

"Oh." Zhang Yuan sighed, then supported himself, barely stood up, weighed his steps, and then started jogging.

"Xiao Si, jog slowly, I'll leave first. When do you feel that your chest is no longer burning, stop?" Zhang Chong shouted, and before Zhang Yuan could reply, he turned around and walked out of Zhang Yuan's yard, muttering as he walked: "The braised pork in the kitchen should be ready soon."

Zhang Yuan looked at his second brother and continued running. At the first few steps, he felt that his legs were as heavy as lead. However, after jogging in the yard for a while, his legs became much more relaxed and his breathing became much smoother.

"It's so weird, why are you feeling more and more comfortable when you run? What is the medicine soup I just drank? Is it a stimulant?" Zhang Yuan muttered to himself.

Zhang Yuan ran for a while and felt that his chest was not so burning. He secretly guessed that the medicine might be decreasing. After running for a while, he was sweating all over. The heat in his chest had become faint, but the feeling of fatigue surged up again. After continuing to jog for a lap, he gradually stopped...

"Young Master, water." Zhang Sihu handed the water bowl at the right time, and Zhang Yuan took it with one hand and drank it off, making it much more comfortable.

Zhang Yuan sat down on the stone bench, placed the water bowl on the stone table, and said, "Sihu, have you ever drunk the medicine you just now?"

"No, that decoction is very expensive, and the small ones don't have that blessing." Zhang Sihu said sadly.

"Oh." Zhang Yuan just responded and stopped continuing the topic. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky. He estimated the time. It was about half past ten, so he spoke again, "Sihu, go down and notify the kitchen to make me a bowl of cold noodles at noon."

"Yes, young master." Zhang Sihu responded and then withdrew from the courtyard.

Zhang Yuan sat on the stone bench and rested for a while, then got up and walked towards the bedroom, wanting to lie back in the room, while he moved his somewhat stiff arms while walking, and his eyes accidentally swept over the back of his left hand...

"Huh?" Zhang Yuan made a surprised voice because the black ring birthmark on the back of his left hand had changed. It was originally a black ring, but now there is a vertical strip in the center of the ring, cutting the "circle" into two halves, the left half circle becomes light red, the right half circle becomes blue, the left half circle is full, and the right half circle is blue only at the bottom...

"This pattern..." Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched for a moment, feeling very embarrassed. Isn't this group the qi and blood value and internal force value in the game? After seeing this pattern, a series of information flashed through Zhang Yuan's mind at the same time...

Name: Copy Transmitter

Function: Fixed delivery

Optional coordinates: fb—max

fb0001: The irritable Lu Yuan, level 5 dungeon, teleportation requirements, 5 silver, 50 internal force points.

【Enter】【Exit】【Progress: 0%】

fb0002: Bandit sentry, level 10 dungeon, teleportation requirements, 10 silver, 100 internal force points.

fb0003: Horse Thief Plain, Level 15 dungeon, Teleportation Requirements, 15 silver, 150 internal force points.

fb0004: Heifengzhai, level 20 dungeon, teleportation requirements, 20 silver, 200 internal force.

fb0005: Fuyuan Valley, level 20 dungeon, teleportation requirement, 100 gold.

fb0006: Hunting the Wolf King, Level 25 dungeon...

fb0007:Scorpion Snake Venom Valley...

...

When Zhang Yuan saw the information feedback on the birthmark picture, he immediately discovered that the first copy, "The Grieving Lu Yuan", had changed. Under the first copy, there were three options: "[Enter]", "[Exit]", and "[Progress 0%]". Obviously, he had met the conditions for entering the first copy, that is, he can now enter the copy world of "The Grieving Lu Yuan".

When Zhang Yuan thought of entering the copy world, he was immediately excited. He walked into the bedroom a few steps, sat by the bed, and then looked at the birthmark on the left red and the right blue again. At this time, he found that the red part on the left side of the birthmark was very stable, but the blue on the right was slowly decreasing...

"Damn! What's going on? I did nothing, why did I lose the blue?" Zhang Yuan exclaimed.

Zhang Yuan rubbed the birthmark on the back of his left hand hard, and then observed again. Sure enough, the blue part of the birthmark was decreasing, but the reduction was very slow, but the blue was very rare, so in a moment the blue part disappeared completely. After the blue part disappeared, the red on the left disappeared instantly, and the birthmark turned into a black circle again.

"Hey? Hey, hey? What's the situation?" Zhang Yuan said in surprise.

Zhang Yuan rubbed the back of his hands again, but no matter how he rubbed it, the red and blue did not appear again. At this time, he suddenly remembered something, so he hurriedly checked the information feedback from the birthmark again...

Name: Copy Transmitter

Function: Fixed delivery

Optional coordinates: fb—max

fb0001: The irritable Lu Yuan, level 5 dungeon, teleportation requirements, 5 silver, 50 internal force points.

fb0002: Bandit sentry, level 10 dungeon, teleportation requirements...

...

"Damn! It's really gone! Why are there?" Zhang Yuan found that the three options "[Enter]", "[Exit]" and "[Progress 0%]" below the copy of "Grashy Luyuan" just now disappeared.
Chapter completed!