The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng did not use that cloth.

His hand went straight to Liu Yulan's bare back without any obstruction.

"what……"

Liu Yulan shuddered as if struck by an electric current, and a short gasp escaped her throat.

That large, powerful hand, calloused and smooth, caressed her delicate, sensitive back, sending shivers of electric-like tingling sensations through her entire body.

Her body went limp involuntarily, and she almost collapsed into the water.

Yang Shuisheng could clearly feel her heartbeat quicken suddenly, his breathing became heavy, and he raised his other hand from the water, wrapped it around her slender waist, and touched her flat and smooth abdomen.

"Aquatic..."

Liu Yulan's voice trembled, like an unbearable groan, and she involuntarily leaned back, softly resting against Yang Shuisheng's firm and hot chest.

The water rippled violently, splashing out of the wooden basin and wetting the ground.

In the narrow wooden tub, two young bodies were tightly intertwined.

The rising steam blurred my vision and my reason.

Yang Shuisheng spared a sliver of his attention and silently began to circulate the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique".

This time, it was completely different from that hasty cultivation session by the pool that night!

After treatment with medicinal baths and acupuncture, his body was filled with qi and blood, his meridians were unblocked, and the five strands of qi in his dantian were lively and dynamic.

At this moment, as the two of them merged, a pure yin energy several times more refined and concentrated than before was guided out of Liu Yulan's body, flowing continuously into his meridians along the cultivation path, and finally sinking into his dantian.

Those five strands of energy were frantically absorbed and strengthened.

One strand, two strands, three strands... the rate of increase far exceeds that of last night.

After an unknown amount of time, the water in the wooden basin had long since cooled down, splashing everywhere.

Yang Shuisheng lifted Liu Yulan, who was limp and covered in sweat, from the water, wiped her off haphazardly with a tattered quilt, and placed her on the creaking, broken bed.

He disregarded everything else and immediately sat down cross-legged to feel his own body.

Within his dantian, the original five strands of qi had now become a full ten strands!

Moreover, these ten strands of energy are no longer scattered, but attract and intertwine with each other, showing a subtle tendency to merge and become one.

With a slight thought, the ten strands of energy suddenly merged, transforming into a much more solidified pale white vortex, which quietly hovered in the center of his dantian, slowly rotating and radiating a warm and stable power.

Become!

The introductory text of "The Secret of Nourishing Qi in Hehuan" states that the sensation of Qi is divided into threads, strands, and strands.

Ten strands become one thread, ten threads become one strand, and only ten strands can condense into true qi, thus stepping into the true threshold of cultivation.

He has now condensed the ten strands of Qi into a single strand.

Although it is still far from achieving true qi, it is already a qualitative leap.

What excited him most was that, according to the cultivation method, once a wisp of qi was condensed, he could begin to try to control objects with qi.

Although it can only manipulate extremely small objects, such as... silver needles!

Yang Shuisheng opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and bright.

Feeling the new sense of power brought by the wisp of energy within his body, his confidence soared.

What Zhao Hu, what outsider? As long as they're not armed, he's confident he can easily handle them with just his fists and feet.

The benefits of conditioning the body are indeed enormous!

Liu Yulan was exhausted and lay on the bed for a while before she could catch her breath.

Seeing Yang Shuisheng open his eyes, she hurriedly sat up and quickly put on her old clothes, her cheeks still flushed.

"I...I have to go back. I've been out for too long, and my mother-in-law will probably scold me."

Her voice was still a little soft, and she didn't dare to look Yang Shuisheng in the eye, keeping her head down and tidying her somewhat messy hair.

"Shuisheng, be careful... yourself."

"Zhao Hu is a very cunning man, and those outsiders... I'm afraid he might really do something bad to you."

She paused, then added softly, "And my mom... don't take the two thousand yuan my mother-in-law mentioned too seriously."

"I don't want you to get into trouble because of me."

She didn't believe Yang Shuisheng could really earn two thousand yuan in a month; that would be an astronomical figure for him.

"Sister-in-law Yulan, just take care of yourself, don't worry about me."

Yang Shuisheng walked up to her, gently lifted her chin, looked into her watery eyes, and said, "Trust me, I mean what I say."

"Um"

She held back from saying anything more hurtful to him.

She gave a soft reply, tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the lips, then opened the door and hurriedly left.

After seeing Liu Yulan off, Yang Shuisheng immediately closed the door and couldn't wait to begin experimenting with controlling objects with his qi.

With a thought, a wisp of energy from his dantian spread along the meridians of his arm to his fingertips.

He pointed his finger at one of the silver needles in the set on the table and gently guided it.

The silver needle trembled slightly.

Yang Shuisheng was greatly encouraged and began to concentrate.

Guided by his thoughts and sense of energy, the silver needle floated up from its pouch, hovering in mid-air, trembling slightly.

Although he could only control one, and it was wobbly and unstable, it was enough to make Yang Shuisheng ecstatic.

In the time that followed, he practiced constantly, manipulating the silver needle as it flew around in the small room, gradually becoming more and more skilled.

He practiced tirelessly for an entire afternoon until he could barely control three silver needles at the same time, making simple piercing and spinning movements.

Next, he tried to manipulate something heavier.

The wood-chopping knife by the kang (heated brick bed), the hoe behind the door...

But without exception, they all remained completely still.

The wisp of energy was too weak to power these heavy farm tools.

Finally, he found a rusty old steel nail.

This time, the steel nail floated up shakily under his control, but it was very difficult, and he could only control one at a time, unable to concentrate on controlling more.

"It seems that at present, we can only control small objects of this weight and size."

Yang Shuisheng seemed to be deep in thought.

"What if it were a specially made, lighter, and thinner dart?"

He made up his mind that he would go to town tomorrow, not only to buy clothes, but also to see if he could get a few small darts from the blacksmith.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already past six in the afternoon.

In a great mood, he tidied up the house a bit, emptied the water from the wooden bucket, and wiped the floor clean.

"Clang—"

However, before he could even catch his breath after finishing tidying up, the dilapidated wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

Zhao Hu swaggered in, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His face was still bruised from yesterday's beating, but his eyes were more sinister than before, and he seemed more fearless.

He glanced around the clean room and his gaze fell on Yang Shuisheng.

"Fool, I'm here to tell you that if you know what's good for you, stay away from Liu Yulan."

He grinned, revealing his teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"That woman is mine. So what if Granny Sun agrees? Leaving aside whether you can come up with 2000 yuan by the deadline, no one can take the woman I've set my sights on!"

As he spoke, as if to provoke a demonstration, he kicked the only remaining rickety stool in the room.

"Click—"

The already rickety stool legs broke completely.

Little did Yang Shuisheng know, he didn't care at all what Yang Shuisheng said.

I'm just curious why this guy came alone?

What happened to the outsiders he recruited?

"I'm talking to you, are you mute?"

"You kicked my chair."

Yang Shuisheng gave an irrelevant answer: "Choose between losing money and getting beaten up.

"puff--"

Zhao Hu scoffed as if he'd heard the funniest joke, nearly dropping his cigarette butt: "Pay up? Yang Shuisheng, don't you even understand the situation?"

"You think I'm being too nice to you?"

He looked Yang Shuisheng up and down, his eyes full of disdain.

In his view, this idiot was already a dead man, and once it got dark outside, Kun's men would make their move and he would be finished.

"Looks like I'll have to choose to get beaten up."

Before the words were even finished, Yang Shuisheng came to life.

Zhao Hu didn't even have time to react; he only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach.

"Aww!"

Zhao Hu screamed and bent over, clutching his stomach.

"you……"

Yang Shuisheng didn't stop. Before he could finish speaking, his fists rained down on Zhao Hu's body and face.

His strength was now far greater than yesterday, and every punch landed solidly, leaving Zhao Hu with no chance to fight back. He could only roll on the ground, clutching his head and screaming in agony.

"Stop hitting me! Ouch!"

"Yang Shuisheng! I'll fuck you... ah!"

Yang Shuisheng completely ignored his howling and cursing.

It lasted for several minutes.

Yang Shuisheng only stopped when Zhao Hu was curled up on the ground, almost too weak to even scream.

"Get out! If you dare come back, I'll break your legs."