The autumn wind is bleak, and the trees are peeling off and the insects are singing.

A few days have passed since the vision of the black sun and blood moon, and the city of Yujing has returned to its former prosperity.

This is what happens in the world of mortals.

When the common people open their eyes, they only have firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. No matter how big a deal it is, they still have to live their lives.

Of course, among the teahouses, restaurants, and brothels in the market, all kinds of rumors inevitably began to spread.

The emperor has lost his virtue, there are signs of catastrophic disasters...you name it.

But after the spies patrolling the city threw a few unlucky people into prison, no one dared to say anything anymore.

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South of the city, Tongzhengfang.

Although the Six Gates are under the Ministry of Justice, they are not arranged in Beicheng where the Yamen are concentrated because they mostly deal with people in the Jianghu.

Over there, close to the imperial city, there are some people in the world who are so bold that it would not be a good idea to disturb the emperor's relatives.

But after all, it is the office of the Ministry of Justice. The three-hundred-year-old ancient building has been repaired many times, making it look majestic, solemn, and majestic.

The yellow walls and red tiles look like the color of the sun.

The eaves and brackets look like they are about to fly into the sky.

In the back hall, Guo An, the head of the six doors, was drinking tea. His posture was leisurely, but he could not hide the tired look on his eyebrows.

He is tall, has black hair and white temples, and has good facial features. He is known for his impeccable conduct and has won the trust of Emperor Zhao Mian of Liang Dynasty.

At this moment, two head catchers walked quickly through the door.

One is the honest-looking Wang Baotou.

The other person has gray hair and one eye, with sinister facial features.

"Sir, we have found out clearly."

The one-eyed catcher said in a deep voice, cupping his hands: "People from all walks of life gathered in Youzhou because of rumors that Xuandu Temple, the former holy land of martial arts, suddenly appeared, and my subordinates have sent spies there."

"Xuandu Temple?"

Guo An frowned slightly, "Three hundred years ago, the Holy Emperor unified the nine states and made Xuandu Guan the Grand Protector of the Country. However, these old Taoists did not know how to promote themselves and hid in the mountains. Now they suddenly show up. I'm afraid it's not easy."

The one-eyed catcher nodded and said, "Will you go there in person?"

"No, so as not to alert the enemy."

Guo An waved his hand, "Right now, the capital is short of manpower, and there is a black sun and blood moon phenomenon. It is inevitable that someone will take the opportunity to cause trouble. We will talk about it after this period of time."

"Huo Feng, you have enough qualifications. Keep an eye on this matter. When the storm subsides, I will apply to Lord Situ to let you fill the position of the gold medal catcher."

"Thank you, sir."

The one-eyed catcher suppressed the excitement in his heart and handed over his hands to express his thanks.

Guo An nodded, looked at Wang Captou again, and asked, "Where's Zhang Biao? Did he go to Li's house to cause trouble?"

Wang Captou quickly smiled and said: "I went to see it. I have been practicing martial arts behind closed doors at home these past few days. I am very honest."

"This kid has a quick mind and is a good handler in handling cases, but he occasionally likes to be stupid."

Guo An shook his head and said solemnly: "It is understandable that a young man is passionate. For the sake of his father, I will not pursue it this time."

"You also know the current situation in the capital. If anything goes wrong, it will be doomed."

"Watch him more. If there is a next time, you will never tolerate him!"

Wang Captou quickly apologized and said, "Don't worry, sir, that kid has realized his mistake."

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West of the city, Huairenfang.

Yujing City is bustling with commerce. In addition to the east and west cities, which are places for bulk commodity trading, many cities and towns also have their own characteristics and have become a gathering place for industries.

For example, Jixianfang's tomb store, Xingyefang's wine, Fengyifang's funeral coffins... are all famous in Beijing.

Huairenfang is where medicine halls gather.

Whether it is authentic medicinal materials from the north or south, whale incense from the sea, tiger bones from the mountains... you can find them all here.

Fangdong, Renxintang.

"Ten dollars for ginseng, ten dollars for atractylodes, ten dollars for Poria..."

After the doctor checked again, he frowned slightly and said: "Sir, I think your recipe is a bit like Jiuzhen Tang, but why do you add some medicine for stretching muscles and penetrating bones? I have never seen this before.

This is how it is used..."

Zhang Biao said with a smile: "Don't worry, doctor, just catch him. I'll use the prescription for myself and I won't cause you any trouble."

"Well, okay."

The doctor shook his head and handed the prescription to the waiter.

He has never seen such people. They think they have some secret recipe and hide it. However, the skill of Qihuang is to treat the disease according to the disease. The same symptom may have different causes.

No matter how good the prescription is, it is still poison if it does not treat the disease.

But doing less is worse than doing more, and he didn't bother to say it.

Zhang Biao naturally doesn't talk too much.

This is a prescription recorded in the "Three Yang Sutra". It is actually used to make medicinal meals and stew tiger bone and chicken soup to replenish qi and blood.

The method of refining Qi is not that simple.

Even if he speculates that there will be a revival of spiritual energy in the world, it will not be something that a mortal body can withstand.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be possible for anyone who can’t breathe to practice?

The method of refining qi requires first filling your own qi and blood.

Refining the five internal organs internally, eating exotic delicacies externally, strengthening the ancestral energy, channeling the triple burner, using the six meridians as the river and the intestines and stomach as the sea, can the acquired nature gradually activate the innate nature.

If you practice directly, you may explode and die.

After grabbing the medicine, Zhang Biao hurried home.

A mysterious world was already looming, with infinite attraction, and other things were forgotten by him.

When I returned to my home in Anzhenfang, I immediately started making soup.

Tiger bones are the main ingredient, mixed with chicken broth. After simmering for three hours, the medicinal ingredients were put down while the remaining heat was still present and simmered over low heat.

After all this fuss, it’s afternoon.

The cooked soup is blood red, slightly fishy, ​​and as thick as jelly.

This was Zhang Biao's second time cooking it. He was familiar with it. After swallowing it in one mouthful, he stood upright and stood in the courtyard.

The medicine is very powerful and must be refined through practice.

He first stood on the Hunyuan Zhuang for half an hour, placing his palms against his abdomen, slowly rotating clockwise as he breathed in and out.

After a while, there was a growling sound in my stomach, as if there was a little toad in it, the skin on my body gradually turned red, sweat was steaming, and the top of my head was steaming.

Zhang Biao felt like he was on a stove, his eyes were red, and even the breath in his nose was filled with burning pain.

He stared, made a gesture, and then practiced the family martial arts "Soul Chaser".

The fist is Yang, and the body is twisted like a hammer...

The palm is yin, and the front and back hooks are like holding the soul...

Stepping on the Ziwu chain, sometimes standing up and slashing down, like a vajra subduing a demon, sometimes galloping with empty steps, like a spiritual rabbit...

For a time, the dust in the courtyard was flying, and only a shadow could be seen, and the fists were blowing and whirring.

After a long while, Zhang Biao stopped. His temples were swollen, his eyes were shining brightly, and he slowly calmed down after taking a few breaths.

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He looked at his hands and smiled.

During this period of time, although the "Three Yang Sutra" has not yet cultivated the sense of qi, the strong qi and blood have been effective.

If I were to fight with someone right now, I would probably be able to use hundreds of moves without losing my strength.

Not only that, the energy and spirit are also stronger.

He has been experimenting these days.

If you use your spiritual eyes to look at ordinary objects more than five or six times before, you will feel mentally exhausted.

If it is a first-grade yellow level, it will be twice.

It’s not that you can’t continue, but once you overuse it, you will become dizzy, your mind won’t be clear, and you won’t be able to deal with danger.

After practicing the "Three Yang Sutra", the number of uses has increased in just a few days, and it is not a problem to detect ordinary objects seven or eight times.

If you explore the yellow-level second-grade things again, you will never faint like last time.
To be continued...