The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 19 Is there something wrong with this cold?
As he understood the truth in his heart, Erniu wielded the stick like a sword, becoming less fierce and more gentle.

The continuous streams converge, dead leaves flutter, the wind rages, and then it rolls like a river with huge waves.

When the last sword fell, huge waves rose between heaven and earth, and a dazzling stream of water fell on Erniu’s forehead.

At this point, the Jingtao sword technique that had troubled Erniu for a long time completely solidified into his life mark.

"Hey, Brother Erniu is even better than me, the mark he condensed is much brighter than mine."

Su Changqing said with some frustration.

Erniu's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say.

Of course, the mark of his swordsmanship would be brighter, because he had a complete mental method, a complete secret book, and had achieved certain accomplishments.

But Su Changqing's mark was acquired through hard practice, and its value is much higher than his.

Even though both of them were able to condense sword seals, when it comes to understanding the Jingtao sword technique, Su Changqing is far superior to him.

"Changqing."

Erniu patted Su Changqing on the shoulder, sighed and said, "You will know how powerful you are in the future."

Su Changqing smiled and didn't take Erniu's words of comfort seriously.

Seeing that the sky was about to brighten, he said:

"Okay, we have almost collected the herbs, and you have also learned the sword technique. It's time to go back and make the medicine, or you will miss class."

Erniu nodded with a smile on his face.

Today he gained a lot, not only did he master the swordsmanship, but more importantly...
He knew how powerful the person he would follow in the future was!

……

Return to Qingshan Village.

Su Changqing hurriedly put the pot on the table, mixed the herbs in the right proportions, and boiled the medicine.

He glanced at the sky which was about to brighten, and said to Erniu beside him:
"Brother Erniu, you stay here and watch the medicine boil. The fire doesn't need to be too big. It will be ready in two hours. Remember to ask Uncle Wenlin to come and drink the medicine."

"I have to leave quickly, or I won't be able to catch up with my studies."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Erniu's response, Su Changqing trotted away.

"Drink medicine?"

Looking at Su Changqing's departing back, Erniu shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Even if this medicine was made by a Dan Saint, it couldn't cure his father's illness.

"You little brat, the young master has left, why don't you come back and practice swordplay!"

While Erniu was boiling medicine, Su Wenlin's roar came from the next yard.

Erniu took a look and was unmoved. He even crossed his legs lazily.

"You little bastard, you've become quite capable, haven't you?"

Su Wenlin was immediately furious when he saw it. He climbed over the yard and strode towards Erniu.

But just as he stretched out his big hand to grab Erniu's ear, a dazzling mark appeared between the two of them.

"Who are you calling a little bastard?"

Erniu raised his eyebrows with a hint of a smile, and pointed his lips towards the sword seal.
"Well, I have mastered it. Is there any reward?"

Su Wenlin was stunned, looking at the sword seal in front of him, unable to react.

He knew that his son had strong aptitude, but Erniu was still some distance away from condensing the sword seal in the morning. How come he had mastered the sword technique in just one hour?

"Did the Patriarch give you some advice?"

Su Wenlin glanced into the room and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I've mastered it anyway."

Erniu said proudly and threw a wooden stick into the stove.

"This kid is getting it."

Su Wenlin nodded secretly in his heart. Even with his picky eyes, he couldn't find any faults.

But looking at this smug boy in front of me, I still feel angry.
"What are you so proud of? It's all thanks to your father's teaching!"

Erniu's face darkened when he heard this, "Okay, don't mention your teachings anymore."

The young master had only practiced sword for two days, but he could see his problem at a glance.

His father didn't give him any help except beating him.

"I'm leaving in two days, so you can't lose your practice."

Su Wenlin glared, then threw a new sword manual to Erniu.
"I'm about to break through to the fourth level, so practice this well!"

Erniu was stunned, took out the secret book in his arms and took a look at it, and was immediately shocked.

"Middle-grade Heavenly Rank, Star-Shining Sword Art?"

"Dad, you sold your Canglong Spear? Why is it such a big investment?"

There are four levels and twelve grades of secret skills in the world, and each grade is as vast as the world.

Even though the Star-Shining Sword is a mid-grade Heavenly Rank Sword and is only one grade higher than the Shocking Waves Sword, there is a huge gap between the two.

At the same time, the price of the Heaven Grade Secret Techniques was ridiculously high. The price would increase several times for just one grade difference.

"I'm not selling any guns. This little money can't bother me." Although he said that, Su Wenlin still showed a trace of pain on his face.

Then he looked at Erniu and said:

"You also know how precious this thing is. I don't require you to condense your innate secret skills in two years, but you must at least master it, otherwise I will break your legs!"

Erniu's face suddenly turned bitter. This guy was about to leave, but he still left homework?
This mid-level secret technique is very difficult to learn, and without a teacher,
"what?"

Thinking of this, Erniu's eyes suddenly lit up. Qingshan Village did not have a kendo teacher, but it had a young master.

With the young master's ability, he should be able to master the swordsmanship within two years, right?

"What are you doing, kid?"

Just as Erniu was pondering secretly, Su Wenlin looked at the stove with puzzlement that was emitting a strange smell.

"Hey, I'm making medicine for you." Erniu said happily.

"Boil medicine for me?" Su Wenlin was stunned.

"Yes, you have caught a cold, and many people in the village are coughing."

"The young master is worried about you, so he asked Ruxian for a prescription."

Erniu said jokingly.

Upon hearing this, Su Wenlin smiled bitterly and shook his head. This was not the cause of their illness.

"Forget it, just keep going. It's all the young master's hard work after all."

After saying that, he looked at Erniu and warned:

"After I leave, don't cause any trouble, or I won't forgive you when you get out."

Erniu nodded silently, then looked at Su Wenlin and said with a frown:

"You should take care of yourself. The injuries you suffered a few years ago have not yet fully healed. Be careful when you go out this time."

Su Wenlin grinned, opened his mouth but said nothing, and just said:
"You spend a lot of time in contact with the young master, so remember to remind him from time to time and tell him that we are almost dying."

……

The day passed quickly.

After studying for another day, Su Changqing rushed back home and found Erniu.

"Brother Erniu, have Uncle Wenlin and the others taken the medicine? How is the effect?"

Su Changqing asked expectantly.

Erniu opened his mouth and said with a gloomy expression: "It has no effect. The disease has become worse."

Just at this moment, Su Wenlin's violent coughing was heard in the room.

Su Changqing was a little confused when he heard this.

"That's not right. I clearly followed the medical book. How come it has no effect?"

“Is it the wrong ratio, or are the herbs not old enough?”

Su Changqing recalled it carefully, frowned and said: "They are all correct, how could it have no effect?"

He opened the front door of Erniu's house in a hurry, walked into the house, and saw Su Wenlin lying on the bed with a grim look on his face.

"Chang Qing is here, cough cough cough."

Su Wenlin greeted weakly.

Su Changqing frowned and nodded, then walked closer to Su Wenlin and took a closer look.

Then he opened his mouth again to check, and finally took his pulse, and the result was that his brows furrowed even more.

"That's not right. His Qi and blood are so full, and his pulse is so strong. This doesn't look like a cold at all."

Su Wenlin, who was listening on the side, suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

Oh no, when did the young master learn how to take a pulse?

Ruxian even teaches this?
"Uncle Wenlin, where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?"

Su Changqing asked seriously.

"Um, here I am."

How could Su Wenlin answer that he was not feeling well? He was not sick at all. How could he explain this?

Besides, he had never caught a cold in his life, so how would he know what it felt like?
Su Wenlin simply recalled the feeling when his old injury recurred and said:

"I felt a sharp pain in my chest, my blood and qi were in disarray, my meridians were rushing backwards, and I felt uncomfortable all over."

After saying this, Su Wenlin breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Su Changqing who was in deep thought.

"You can cure the cold, but this old injury problem in cultivation will definitely stump you, right?"

Su Wenlin praised himself for his cleverness, and Erniu next to him also secretly gave him a thumbs up.

But who would have thought that after Su Changqing pondered for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Right!"

“This disease is recorded in medical books!”

Su Wenlin and Erniu beside him were both stunned when they heard this.

Right. Right?
(End of this chapter)