Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

"Although there are immortals in this world, the lifestyle of mortals is not much different from the feudal dynasty of the Iron Age, and productivity is low."

"Perhaps it is because immortals are not connected to mortals, and powerful individuals do not have the concept of common development, or perhaps immortals do not regard mortals as the same kind."

"It is not ruled out that there is an inner world like the 'fairy world' in this world. There may be another world structure there."

In the woodshed, Chu Zheng shrank down and tried to preserve his body temperature as much as possible. His mind habitually began to analyze the social background of the current era.

Unfortunately, due to the fact that the original person did not read much, the information he could obtain was quite limited.

In a blink of an eye, midnight is approaching, and the moon is at its peak.

Chu Zheng did not waste the five repair opportunities given by the panel, and used them all on Fit Fist.

[Name: Chu Zheng]

[Cultivation: Zero Level]

[Skills: Fitting Boxing (Level 0/Incomplete), Chasing the Wind Sword Technique (Level 0)]

[Restorer: Level 0 (5/1000)]

[Remaining number of repairs for the day: 0]

[Currently repairable: Fitting Fist (5/10)]

Chu Zheng stared at the panel and continued to wait for the passage of time.

Halfway through the hour, the panel changed again. As he expected, the number of repairs to zero was refreshed, and he once again used all of them on the Fit Fist.

[Fit Fit Fist (10/10) has been fixed]

[Level: Zero Level]

[A fairly common boxing technique. The person who created it may not have thought about using it to hurt people. Long-term practice can strengthen the body. It seems that there is still potential to be explored, but with your current ability, you cannot do it for the time being. . 】

A message came into Chu Zheng's mind, which was a set of breathing formulas.

This boxing method is divided into two sets of fist methods and breathing methods. The Song family only taught the boxing methods and did not teach the breathing methods.

In mortal martial arts, if one tempers the five bodies, condenses the inner energy, and gathers the energy to form a front, then one becomes a master.

Without the breathing method, even if you practice to the limit, it can only play a role in weakening the body, and there will be no hope of accumulating Qi in your life.

What surprised Chu Zheng the most was the description of Heshen Fist on the panel.

For a former cultural relic restorer, the ancient information contained in those cultural relics is its true value.

This made him sigh. If he could have had the panel in his previous life, perhaps a lot of buried ancient history would be able to see the light of day again.

After carefully savoring the breathing technique in Heshen Fist, Chu Zheng's eyes gradually changed.

When restoring cultural relics in his previous life, he could not help but come into contact with many ancient classics. Among those classics, several recorded the breathing and breathing methods of pre-Qin Qi practitioners.

He had devoted himself to studying this breathing method for a period of time. At that time, in order to understand the theory of meridians and acupuncture points, he even studied Chinese medicine for several years, but he never got the key and gained nothing.

But now when he compared the breathing techniques in the Hesheng Fist, he seemed to realize that there seemed to be something in common between the two.

Chu Zheng immediately sat up cross-legged and raised his five hearts to the sky, trying to capture the energy between heaven and earth and condense his inner energy.

He had done this kind of thing for several years in his previous life, and he was now very good at it.

According to ancient records, those who eat Qi will live as long as gods, and those who are successful in refining Qi will only live to be three to five hundred years old.

But no one in later generations believed this statement.

Because according to various research data, no human skeleton with a bone age of more than 130 years has been found in any ancient ruins. This statement is self-defeating.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, and sat quietly for two hours. Chu Zheng opened his eyes helplessly and stood up to move. His muscles and bones were frozen, and the cold wind at night made him feel numb.

No matter whether it was the breathing method of He Shen Fist or the techniques of pre-Qin Qi refiners, nothing was found.

He thought a little simpler. Now that he was weak and weak, it was too difficult to condense his energy.

After casually glancing at the panel, Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly condensed.

[Skills: Fitting Boxing (Level 0), Wind Chasing Sword Technique (Level 0), Great Zhou Tian Qi General Outline (Level 6/Incomplete)]

[Currently repairable: Introduction to the General Outline of the Great Zhou Tianqi Movement (0/100)]

The panel changed, and his actions just now were not meaningless.

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At dusk the next day, snow fell across the sky.

Wow——

The door of the woodshed was pushed open again, and Chu Zheng subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face. The dim glow that penetrated the room made it difficult to open his eyes for a moment.

Two figures walked in slowly, led by Song Yun, and there was also an old man in his sixties, carrying a wooden box on his back, and his body was filled with the strong scent of herbal medicine.

The old man walked to Chu Zheng's side first, took his pulse, and nodded slightly:

"The pulse conditions are the same. The essence and blood are weak, and the stomach qi is exhausted. He has not eaten rice water for at least four days."

This is a necessary step to prevent stealing.

If anything is found to be abnormal, the punishment will be more severe. The most important thing in the Song family is rules.

After saying that, the old man turned around and opened the medicine box, took out a porcelain bottle, poured out a round pill, and stuffed it into Chu Zheng's mouth:

"After taking this Qi-boosting pill and resting for two days, it will be fine."

The Song family never treats their servants badly, and rewards and punishments are clear. If someone does something wrong, once they have been punished, they will not be too harsh afterward.

Giving both kindness and power is the way to control your subordinates.

After the doctor left, Song Yun stepped forward slowly and dropped a porcelain vase:

"The eldest lady specifically asked you to go directly to the filthy room. The bedding has been sent in advance. If you have nothing to do, don't go to the front yard. When you leave the house, take a side door. Remember to clean the filthy room. I will Go get tested."

Chu Zheng opened the porcelain bottle and took a look, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There are two dark elixirs the size of dragon eyes in the bottle.

[Jingyuan Dan (Level 0): Made from dozens of medicinal materials such as ginseng, astragalus... licorice, etc., it can replenish vital energy, strengthen blood and promote body fluids. Unfortunately, the potency of the medicine has been damaged during the preparation process. It is recommended to take it after repairing it. 】

This panel is far more than just repairing the skills, even the elixirs are being repaired.

"Thank you, Miss, for me."

The Qi Bu Qi Pills gradually took effect. Chu Zheng's stomach felt slightly warm and he gained some strength. He slowly stood up and walked out of the woodshed.

He casually grabbed a handful of residual snow from the eaves and stuffed it into his mouth to quench his thirst. Chu Zheng headed straight towards the filthy room in his memory.

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This old house of the Song family has been passed down to this day for nearly three hundred years. Although it has been renovated and repaired several times, it has also left traces of time.

As they walked along, Chu Zheng's eyes were filled with brilliance.

In his opinion, these buildings with ancient charm are always filled with a thrilling beauty, which are the traces left by the baptism of time.

The dirty house is located in the northwest corner of Song Mansion, covering an area of ​​five to six feet.

When I opened the door, dust was flying, and the room was quite messy, filled with old things.

[Sinkwood tea tray (level 0/incomplete): It was once very popular. After the owner passed away, its existence was gradually ignored. It was lack of tea for a long time and had some cracks. 】

[Old Notes (Level 0/Incomplete): A diary written by a warrior named Song. After restoration, you can use it to pass the time. 】

[Tiger Head Shoes (Level 0): Carrying memories, as time goes by, no one will remember them. 】

After walking around the dirty room, Chu Zheng became more and more satisfied. It was quiet and undisturbed. It was undoubtedly a treasure land for him.

When leaving, Chu Zheng took away the tea tray and the incomplete old notebook.

There is a golden house in the book, which is the truth that Chu Zheng has always believed in. There is no harm in reading more.

Before the means of storing information changed, books were the most important link in inheriting information culture, and reading had almost become a habit that he had developed in his bones.

In particular, diary-like notes allow Chu Zheng to see the living conditions of an ancient person through time, which is quite precious.

There is a side room on one side of the filthy room. The bed has been made and it is less than one foot long and wide. It seems a bit small and cramped. This is the residence of Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng didn't care, and sat down cross-legged on the couch, waiting quietly for midnight.

Tuk...Tuk Tuk...

As soon as it got dark, there was a knock on Chu Zheng's door.