Longevity Species

"Exercising the martial arts of viscera?"

Zhang Qinglong looked at Lei Dao who hurried over early in the morning, shook his head and said: "Actually, I don't know if there is any martial art for exercising the viscera, maybe there is, but I have never heard of it."

Zhang Qinglong practiced Iron Sand Palm and Boy Kung Fu. These are some typical external kung fu, which cannot be accomplished overnight. They need to be practiced step by step, with a lot of strength, and practice little by little for more than ten years. Maybe they can achieve something.

As for the martial arts for exercising viscera, Zhang Qinglong didn't know at all.

"Even Uncle Zhang has never heard of such martial arts. I'm afraid there really isn't one. Or, even if there is, it's extremely rare and precious, and you won't be able to find it anytime soon."

Raidou was disappointed.

In fact, this is not surprising, after all, the martial arts in this world that he has learned are actually very basic things. It would be strange and unreasonable if martial arts that can exercise the viscera suddenly appeared.

But if there is no martial arts for exercising the viscera, what can Lei Dao use to relieve his condition?

All morning, Lei Dao was in a daze.

Watching my life decrease day by day, that kind of suffering is more unbearable than any torture.

"Master, it's time to take medicine."

The little girl came to her side with a bowl of concoction as thick as ink.

Lei Dao is in a bad mood now, why is he in a mood to drink medicine?

"Don't drink."

The little girl was in a hurry, and immediately persuaded her: "Master, this is a prescription personally prescribed by Daoist Qingyuan, you must not let your temper take hold."

"Daoist Qingyuan?"

Lei Dao was slightly taken aback.

What he inherited was a part of the memory of this body, and almost most of the memory was lost. After careful recollection, he didn't seem to have any memory of Daoist Qing Yuan.

In fact, Lei Dao knew a little about his condition.

Ordinary tuberculosis can basically live for two to three years, and three years is considered long.

But what about him?

It has been five years since Lei Dao fell ill. And he still has a lifespan of more than a year, that is to say, under normal circumstances, he can live more than six years from illness to death, which is not normal.

"Daoist Qingyuan is a strange person. The prescription he personally prescribed made the young master's condition better. Back then, even some famous doctors in the state capital asserted that the young master would not live for three years."

Xiaoya seems to be very convinced of Daoist Qingyuan.

"really……"

Lei Dao was overjoyed. It was not without reason that he could live for five or six years. It was the Daoist Qing Yuan's credit.

"Since Daoist Qingyuan can delay my illness, there may be a way to eradicate it. Girl, take me to see Daoist Qingyuan."

Lei Dao couldn't wait anymore, so he hurriedly called Xiaoya.

Soon, Lei Dao met Daoist Qing Yuan.

As the "VIP" of Lei Mansion, Qingyuan Laodao lived in a separate secluded courtyard.

It was the "first time" Lei Dao saw Qing Yuan Lao Dao, and he was really shocked. Qingyuan Laodao's "show appearance" is excellent, with a fairy demeanor and a hale and hearty spirit, he looks like a "living fairy".

"Third young master, you came to see the old man, but something happened?"

Old Dao Qingyuan was very strange, he had been in Lei Mansion for so many years, except for seeing a doctor for Lei Dao every time, this was the first time Lei Dao came to him on his own initiative.

Moreover, he also saw some differences from Lei Dao.

The last time I saw Lei Dao was a few months ago. At that time, Lei Dao was already terminally ill, and he was desperate, and his spirit had completely collapsed.

But now?

Lei Dao still looked pale, as if he was dying. There was no change in his condition, but Lei Dao's eyes looked more lively than before.

"Daoist Qingyuan, you are a strange person, can you cure my illness completely?"

Lei Dao asked directly.

Daoist Qingyuan shook his head and said: "Third Young Master, the old Taoist has tried his best. Even if the old Taoist has some means, it can only delay the illness for a few years. Now it has been more than five years, and the old Taoist can't do anything."

Seeing Lei Dao's eyes filled with anticipation, Daoist Qing Yuan's heart moved, so he changed his tone and said: "However, if we can get the thousand-year-old snow lotus and make a life-prolonging potion, maybe the third young master's illness can also perform miracles."

"Thousand-year snow lotus, life-prolonging potion? Daoist priest, what is going on?"

Reid asked, frowning.

Qingyuan Taoist didn't hide anything, and directly told about the life-prolonging potion.

In fact, in the past five years, he has not concealed anything.

When he first entered the Lei Mansion, his purpose was to use the financial resources of the Lei Mansion to collect precious medicines, so as to prepare life-prolonging medicines.

As long as he could concoct a life-prolonging potion, his goal would be achieved.

Lei Dao took a deep look at Qing Yuan Lao Dao, he felt that something was wrong before, such a strange person, would stay in Lei Mansion for three years for no reason, just to treat illnesses?

Sure enough, Qingyuan Laodao had a purpose.

Life extension potion?

Lei Dao suddenly felt absurd, how could there be any life-prolonging potion? This is as ignorant and ridiculous as some alchemists looking for the elixir of immortality.

But judging by Qingyuan Taoist's appearance, it is obvious that he has no doubts about the life-prolonging potion, and is even full of hope, and he must prepare it successfully at all costs.

"By the way, why doesn't the Taoist priest go to the state capital, or even a more prosperous place? There are abundant products, a lot of goods, and good information. Maybe the Taoist priest can meet his needs."

Reid asked suspiciously.

"This... the state capital is better than the state capital, and Leijiabao is also as good as Leijiabao. The old man has nothing but a little medical skills. Going to the state capital is probably..."

Qingyuan Laodao's expression was a little embarrassed. Although he didn't say it clearly, in fact Lei Dao had already guessed about it.

This Qingyuan Taoist is actually a quack warlock.

Just relying on his Qihuang medical skills to fool the people in Leijiabao, as for those dignitaries in the state capital? I'm afraid I won't trust the words of the old Taoist priest.

No, maybe even Lei Dao's cheap father didn't really believe in Qing Yuan's Taoism.

The reason why Qingyuan Laodao can be left behind is only to treat Lei Dao's illness. Qingyuan Laodao finally has a skill at hand, if he didn't have this skill of distorting yellow, he might have been kicked out of Leijiabao long ago.

Thinking of this, Lei Dao was no longer in the mood to ask.

After doing it for a long time, it turned out that this so-called strange man, Daoist Qingyuan, was nothing more than a charlatan.

"The third young master doesn't believe that the old man can make a life-prolonging potion?"

Seeing Lei Dao's expression, Qing Yuan Lao Dao seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, his face turned red immediately, and he stood up abruptly, his eyes were full of anger.

"Well……"

Lei Dao didn't speak, but everything was silent.

As long as they are normal people, who would believe in Qingyuan Taoism?

Life-prolonging potion, why not talk about immortality pill?

An old liar, Lei Dao has lost any interest.

Qingyuan Laodao obviously "understood" Lei Dao's eyes, which he had seen too many times.

So, Qingyuan said angrily, "Third young master, do you know how old the old man is?"

Lei Dao glanced at the old Taoist priest.

This old Taoist looks like a fairy, and his hair is only a little gray. He should be in his fifties.

"Hmph, don't be afraid to tell the third young master, the old man is sixty-nine this year, almost reaching the age of seventy-nine!"

"Are you almost seventy?"

Lei Dao was a little surprised when he heard that, this old Taoist priest didn't look like a rare old man. No matter how well maintained it is, given the conditions of this world, it is impossible for a seventy-year-old man to be so energetic, and he doesn't look too old.