Fool Immortal Pill Emperor

1"No, it's just a stub, what's the matter?" Misty was puzzled. Why did her mother act so strangely?!     4

    

Fang Xianyun's eyes were blazing as he stared at the herb in his hand, feeling that he was going to go crazy, there were only a total of 27 different types of herbs! The twenty-seven herbs are all the herbs required to refine Top-grade Qi Condensing Pill? Furthermore, Chang Sheng also said that he only used a small portion of the Winter Insect Summer Grass inside. How could such a small amount of medicinal herbs be used to concoct pills? Even for those inferior pills, some of them required over fifty types of medicinal herbs! Only twenty-seven Top-grade Qi Condensing Pill? His half of the Qi Condensation Pill's recipe had fifty types of herbs!    

    

Master! The White-Bearded Grandpa that Chang Sheng spoke of was definitely a top-notch grandmaster of pill refining! Using the almost broken apprentice pill furnace and only twenty-seven different medicinal ingredients, he could produce forty-nine Top-grade Qi Condensing Pill! How can there be such an incredible master alchemist in this world! He had never even heard of such a master, needless to say, meet him!    

    

Fang Xianyun carefully looked at the names of the medicinal herbs on the list, other than the Winter Insect Summer Grass and the Sichuan Sky Orchid ? Of the 27 types of medicinal ingredients, 8 were found either in half of her pill formulas or when she tried out another pill formula, but the other 8 were found only in the eight types of medicinal ingredients.    

    

"How can I use these eight ingredients in the Qi Condensation Pill's pill formula? It doesn't make sense at all! " Fang Xianyun muttered to herself as she stared at the root of the book. She felt like she had been trying to solve a math problem, unable to solve it at all, until the end when she finally got the answer, but when she looked at the answer, she still couldn't understand!    

    

"Patriarch, please send someone to buy the medicinal materials for me. I'll go and study the pill formula first." With that, Fang Xianyun's figure flashed and she left the room.    

    

Chang Qianyi looked at Fang Xianyun who had quickly left and suddenly thought of a question: "Sheng Er, do you know Martial Skills?" In the future, Chang Sheng would have to compete with Lin Yuanzhi's eldest son in martial arts. He only knew that the White-bearded Immortal had taught Chang Sheng cultivation, but he didn't know whether or not he had taught Chang Sheng Martial Skills.    

    

"Martial Skills, of course not. White-Bearded Grandpa didn't teach me. " Chang Sheng was ecstatic, he was having a headache about how to speak, and how to get a suitable weapon, but now, Chang Qianyi had actually opened his mouth first.    

    

"Without the Martial Skills, this won't do." Chang Qianyi called Chang Sheng and walked outside, at the same time saying: "Come, Sheng Er would rather I go to the clan's training grounds, I will personally teach you Martial Skills."    

    

The outer court was a place where the younger generation of the family competed with each other, and under the guidance of the clan experts, Chang Qianyi brought Chang Sheng and the Misty Hall, who were following closely behind, directly passed through the bustling outer court and walked into the inner court of the training grounds. This was where the clan experts practiced their Martial Skills, with Chang Sheng's strength, he definitely had to enter the inner court.    

    

Chang Sheng realized that there were a lot of disciples in the outer area of the clan who trained in martial arts, but in the inner area, there was not a single person. In the spacious courtyard, it was divided into four square training platforms. On both sides of each stage, there were rows of long weapon racks, which were filled with sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, and other kinds of weapons.    

    

Chang Qianyi stood on a stage and asked Chang Sheng: "Sheng Er, what Martial Skills do you want to learn? A bare-handed martial arts technique, or the use of a weapon? "    

    

Weapons, of course!" Chang Sheng rubbed his fists, and said as if it was a matter of course, "If you beat people with your fists, your fists will hurt. If you don't know how to use weapons, I want to use weapons!    

    

To the side, when Misty heard Chang Sheng's words, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. Chang Sheng's reason was really cute.    

    

Chang Qianyi had long gotten used to Chang Sheng's unique way of thinking. He raised his hand and pointed towards the weapon rack at the side, and asked: "Then Sheng Er, you want to learn that weapon? Saber? Sword? Or fight over it? "    

    

"I don't know." Chang Sheng tilted his head and thought about it for a long time before finally shaking his head.    

    

"Don't know?" Then, Sheng Er, you can just try it all. Just use that weapon when you look at it. "    

    

"Oh." Chang Sheng answered and with a flick of his hand, he shook off the mucus from his nose. He walked over to the weapon rack and wiped it off, then used his hands to wipe them clean. Only then did he grab a sharp and slender treasured sword.    

    

"No, this sword is the same as the sword in Senior Sister Piao Miao. This is definitely a weapon used by women, there is no need for it." Chang Sheng threw away the treasure sword in his hand and grabbed onto the next weapon, which was a buckle blade.    

    

"No, it's too short, no!" Chang Sheng threw away the buckle blade.    

    

"This axe looks so stupid, don't."    

    

This hammer...    

    

Chang Sheng picked up weapons from the weapons rack, and then, because of his shortcomings, threw away the weapons one by one until he picked up a stick.    

    

"This is a good stick." Chang Sheng swung the rod a few times, then said to Chang Qianyi excitedly: "Uncle, I'm about to learn the Stick Method."    

    

"The Stick Method is good too, Uncle is more adept in it too." Chang Qianyi turned around and took out a stick from his weapon rack.    

    

"Sheng Er, Uncle's most proficient Stick Method is called the Eight Parts of the Heaven and Earth Rod. This Stick Method is derived from the Eight Trigrams Formation of the Nine Palaces, each move and each style contains eight changes. Sheng Er, watch carefully, uncle is going to use Stick Method now. "    

    

"Sounds good."    

    

Chang Sheng looked at Chang Qianyi, a look of sincerity in his eyes. Originally, he had only wanted to find a random reason to place his own weapon on the pole, and at the same time, get Chang Qianyi to help him obtain his own weapon. Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a good Martial Skills technique.    

    

"Phew ?"    

    

After Chang Qianyi took a deep breath, he held onto the lower end of the rod with both hands and swung it in the air.    

    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

    

The pitch black iron rod danced in the air, releasing a series of whooshing sounds, the fine iron rod that seemed to be as thick as an adult man's wrist, actually seemed like his own arm in Chang Qianyi's hand, as he swung it around freely.    

    

"I never thought that uncle would actually be so good at Stick Method. However, the essence of Stick Method should be in his footsteps."    

    

Chang Sheng sighed to himself, the Stick Method was indeed exquisite, but this Stick Method did not have a special method of unleashing energy to complement with, it had too little strength, and was not on the same level as the Berserk Demon Stick Method. Using the Berserk Demon Stick Method, he smashed down with over ten thousand of his strength. One strike was enough to subdue ten, so even the most ingenious of moves would be useless.    

    

After approximately half an incense worth of time, Chang Qianyi stopped and stood up, he placed the metal rod by his side, looked at Chang Sheng and asked: "Sheng Er, how much did you understand from the Stick Method just now?"    

    

"Not at all." Chang Sheng shook his head with all his might. Just a moment ago, Chang Qianyi had danced very slowly in order to take care of him, he had actually understood a bit about this set of Stick Method s, but now he was pretending to be an idiot.    

    

Chang Qianyi looked at Chang Sheng's confused face and sighed in his heart. As expected, it was too difficult for Chang Sheng to learn the Stick Method, so the only thing he could teach his was a simpler set of Stick Method.    

    

"Sheng Er doesn't understand, but I'll teach you another kind of Stick Method. This kind of Stick Method is called the Rushing Thunder Stick Method, when used, it can be used as fast, quick, and violent as thunder ?"    

    

"Sheng Er, this set of Stick Method is called..."    

    

"Sheng Er, it's fine, I know another Stick Method ?"    

    

Chang Qianyi looked at the bewildered Chang Sheng who had had a face full of confusion ever since he used the Stick Method, and really didn't know what to do. He had already demonstrated all of the Stick Method s he knew to Chang Sheng once, but when Chang Sheng looked at them, his face was completely blank.    

    

"Looks like I can only teach Sheng Er the most basic and easiest Stick Method. If he can't even learn the Stick Method, I can only let someone else teach him."    

    

Chang Qianyi shook his hands that were already wet from waving the rod for a long time, and said loudly to Chang Sheng: "Sheng Er, this time you must watch carefully, you will definitely learn this Stick Method!"    

    

After Chang Sheng heard this, he immediately looked over.    

    

Chang Qianyi held onto the iron rod in both his hands, and with a sweeping motion, he swung it horizontally and started to practice slashing vertically.    

    

"This, this Stick Method, I'm afraid there is no other simple Stick Method."    

    

Chang Sheng looked at Chang Qianyi's actions and sighed in his heart. It truly wasn't easy for Chang Qianyi, to pretend to be a fool, an expert who had already entered the Innate Stage, to actually use such a Stick Method.    

    

This time, Chang Qianyi used the Stick Method extremely slowly. A set of Stick Method that only had twenty-one moves and did not have any changes to it, after using it three times in a row, nearly took the time of an incense stick.    

    

"Sheng Er, do you understand this time?"    

    

Chang Qianyi wiped away the sweat on his forehead. He was not tired, but anxious, if he used Stick Method this time, Chang Sheng would not be able to learn it, how could he not be anxious?    

    

Chang Sheng faced Chang Qianyi's gaze that was filled with anticipation and finally nodded. "Mn, I will!"    

    

"Finally!"    

    

Chang Qianyi and the Misty Eye suddenly lit up, and said at the same time: "Quickly, Little Sheng, come and give it a try."    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Chang Sheng replied, he raised the rod in his hand and swept out, imitating how Chang Qianyi swept out just now, and then took the chance to sweep back at him.    

    

"Not bad, not bad, these three moves are all correct. As expected, this simple Stick Method can still be learned by Sheng Er." Chang Qianyi looked at Chang Sheng's actions, nodded his head, and just as the corner of his mouth raised into a smile, he suddenly disappeared.    

    

"What, what is Chang Sheng doing, I did not hit him like that just now!"    

    

The black iron rod in Chang Sheng's hands looked like a madman, he started to randomly swing it around, without any pattern. How was this a Stick Method, he was simply hitting it randomly with the rod.    

    

Chang Qianyi looked at Chang Sheng's movements on the stage and scratched his head because of a headache. Chang Sheng's initial moves were not wrong, what was he fighting against now?    

    

"Hmm? "That's not right!"