Chapter 198: Hearing One and Knowing Ten

Under Shen Ping's guidance, Duan Rong started to distribute the medicine. After cooking the pig's urine bag, he added a few flavors of medicine to the large iron pot.

After cooking for a long time, the qi has completely dispersed.

The whole courtyard is filled with a strong urine smell ...

But when Duan Rong poured the fried medicine pouring the soup into the big iron pot together, the qi that could not help but steamed, but suddenly disappeared, but began to exude from the big iron pot. Faintly fragrance.

"This is ..." Duan Rong's eyes flashed into a touch of intoxication.

"Don't smell!" Shen Ping immediately drank: "This fragrance is poisonous!"

Duan Rong immediately jumped away, and glanced at Shen Ping, and said, "Don't you say it earlier?"

Shen Ping smiled, and said, "Sucking in some, it is not a problem, just a bit of estrus ..."

Duan Rong's eyelids jumped, his eyes were like a knife, and he was flattened.

Shen Ping's gaze gaze at the eyes, Wu, ordered: "Wait for the fragrance to make the fragrance.

Duan Rong sighed and buried his head to work. When he met such a guy like Shen Ping, he could only sigh.

Duan Rong will sprinkle the mixed powder into the pot in the pot.

Duan Rong's method of dealing with various medicinal materials seemed very old. When he encountered some details, Shen Ping just wanted to remind him, and he suddenly realized that Duan Rong had noticed that he was already doing it.

This shows that Duan Rong has a full understanding of the medicinal properties of these drugs, and even has a certain understanding of the medicinal properties of their mixing. This must not be surprised by Shen Ping.

This kid is only seventeen or eight years old, and even has such accumulation and insight in the nature of medicine.

It's so strange!

Shen Ping's self -level, he is like Duan Rong's age, but he has no accomplishments like him, and he is still a family origin. He was born in the medical family. He grew up in the smoke of various herbs since he was a child.

Shen Ping had always been quite confident in his medical talent, but when he saw Duan Rong, he suddenly felt that he was just a crowd.

Duan Rong baked the red donkey hoof from the fire, and put it out of the stones in the courtyard, and let it cool.

Then put the roasted donkey hoof in the palm of the palm, stand in front of the big iron pot, pour the palm in the palm, and crush the two palms. If the palms are grinded, the donkey hoof of the palm is scrambled into a powder and sprinkled it into the pot.

After that, it was cooking!

Chai fire in the stove ...

Seeing that it was about to boil, Duan Rong looked at Shen Ping inquiring.

Shen Ping's eyelids raised it, glanced at the big iron pot, and said coldly: "Continue cooking! Increase the fire, don't stop if I don't say stop!"

Duan Rong heard the words, and went to the stove again, with a few big firewood.

Seeing that in the big iron pot, he had been boiled, and even faintly smelled the burnt smell. Duan Rong glanced at Shen Ping, and he hadn't shouted.

It wasn't until the slightly faint flavor in the big iron pot turned into a strong burnt smell, and Shen Ping suddenly drank: "Stallout!"

Duan Rong heard that it was average, with a palm of a palm on the edge of the big iron pot. I don't know how to move, the big iron pot has been steadily fell to the ground.

Shen Ping couldn't help but praise: "Good skills!"

Duan Rong's skills are good. Although his internal interest has not yet achieved the fourth, his knife technique is already the realm of Dacheng.

"Add a scoop while it is hot, just stir well." Shen Ping was in the gazebo, reporting the last process of preparing the ointment.

Duan Rong immediately walked to the large water tank, scooped a scoop of water, and poured into the large iron pot.

A white smoke rose in the big iron pot, Duan Rong picked up a rolling pin, bent over and stirred it in the big iron pot.

After the stirring of Duan Rong, I squeezed a little ointment with a rolling pin, walked into the gazebo, handed it to Shen Ping. Shen Ping took the nose and sniffed, and nodded, "Well, yes,"

"Duan Xiaozi, your techniques and consciousness are not bad! For the first time, even if it is worthy of me, it is not bad!"

Duan Rong heard the words, but just smiled at a lot.

He shoved out the ointment in the large iron pot with a wooden shovel and put it in a pot.

Then he hugged Shen Ping back to the bed couch, and used the newly boiled ointment to apply all the wounds of Shen Ping's body again, and wrapped it tightly with a bandage.

Shen Ping was originally healed by serious illnesses, and the guidance section was fused, which was quite troublesome. At this time, it was very tired. Duan Rong wrapped him the wound for a long time. After up, Shen Ping felt a comfortable and cool and tingling feeling in the wound of the whole body, which made him always tight nerves, and suddenly relaxed, and quickly fell asleep ...

The new creamy ointment really works well, but when two or three days, Shen Ping can get out of bed.

Duan Rong also gives Shen Ping every day, applying a needle to help him recover. Shen Ping occasionally discuss the problem of acupuncture acupuncture with Duan Rong. Some views of Duan Rong often surprised Shen Ping.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

A few days later, Shen Ping no longer wrapped a bandage. Most of the shallow wounds had been scabbing. You only need to apply ointment at a heavier wound every day.

These few days, Xiao Zongting took time to visit Shen Ping. He was very happy to see that Shen Ping had recovered well. But Hu Huanhuan never came again. The food box she left behind was still on the table in the inner room. Duan Rong occasionally went into the inner room twice and accidentally saw Shen Ping staring at the food box in a daze.

Shen Ping saw that he had almost recovered, and Duan Rong threw himself into his daily crazy practice again.

Whenever Duan Rong stood in the courtyard, Shen Ping sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and flipping through the miscellaneous books that Duan Rong bought from the bookstalls on the antique street.

Shen Ping occasionally looked at Duan Rong standing in the courtyard and was slightly surprised. If he calculated correctly, this kid stood in the posture for about nine hours every day.

"This temper is just like Xiao Zongting, he is simply a martial arts fanatic!"

Every time it was time for dinner, Duan Rong would carry the food box left by Hu Huanhuan to the street to buy some food and sit in the pavilion with Shen Ping to eat and drink.

After a few days, Duan Rong already knew Shen Ping's taste, and basically bought the food he liked.

During meals, Duan Rong would tentatively ask Shen Ping some questions from time to time, mostly about the relationship between medicinal properties and internal breath circulation. Shen Ping could often analyze seemingly very complicated problems briefly and profoundly with just one or two sentences.

Duan Rong often felt like the clouds had been cleared and the sun had been shining.

After several chats, Duan Rong was convinced that Shen Ping had a deep attainment in the aspects of medicinal properties and internal breath circulation.

Unlike Duan Rong's joy, Shen Ping looked normal, but his heart was already in turmoil.

Duan Rong's questions often hit the nail on the head.

He asked important questions at the key nodes of medical and martial arts practice. He spent several years thinking and studying these questions before he finally figured them out.

His answer was by no means easy to understand, and some parts were even quite difficult and profound, but Duan Rong seemed to understand it as soon as he heard it, and he could even draw inferences from it and ask new extended questions based on his answer.

It can be said that he understood ten things after hearing one thing, and his comprehension was extremely high!