When Mo Qian opened his eyes and dispersed his energy, there was silence all around. The lanterns under the eaves were emitting a dim light.On the sycamore tree not far from where Mo Qian was standing, the weary crows had shrunk into their nests and seemed to be asleep.Mo Qian secretly calculated that he had been standing in the pile since the morning of Mao, and it was already midnight now. He had only left for about an hour in the middle to go to Huaxing Building. He had stood in the pile for a full nine hours.At this time, he did not feel any deficiency in his body.The single prescription given by Guanyun really works!"Moreover, Mo Qian found that as long as he stood in the pile, his internal breath and the power of the medicine were stirred up, and his symptoms of frantic heartbeats disappeared.Although he did not understand what this frantic heartbeat was about for the time being, he was in a good mood now that the most urgent cultivation problem had been solved.Mo Qian re

The former celebrated beauty of the city had natural facial features, sword-like brows and a fine nose, and carried a romantic charm.However, time treated everyone equally. It whizzed by, and Hu Huanhuan became ever more weathered.Her skin had lost its former luster, and no matter how good the makeup, it could not make up for what time had taken.The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the lips that were no longer rosy all showed that youth was gone.However, Mo Qian saw the Hu Huanhuan of old through all of this.A charming smile and beautiful eyes!The celebrated beauty of the capital city, who once made countless young knights fall in love with her with every frown and smile, had passed through years of wind and dust and now stood before Mo Qian.Mo Qian's heart was slightly moved, and he painted with full devotion.In less than a quarter of an hour, the painting was complete.Mo Qian took the painting and handed it to Hu Huanhuan.Hu Huanhuan took the painting and was sho

"How daring! I thought it had been given to you by some wandering quack. After all this time, it turns out it was written in some random book! How can the writer of such a book be trusted? Who writes these things?"Xiao Zongting seemed to grow angrier as he spoke. He glared at Mo Qian and asked, "Even if you wanted to use this prescription, could you not have shown it to me first?"Mo Qian looked at the floor and said quietly, "The second young lady was seriously ill. How could I burden you with other matters? I did not know any better."Xiao Zongting lost most of his anger after hearing this.He was the chief instructor, and he had originally estimated that Mo Qian would reach the first level of inner breath within a few days, so he had given him the second level secret book, but had forgotten to provide the corresponding single prescription for the second level.First, he had been in a troubled state of mind at the time. Second, he had assumed that even if he gave Mo Qian a prescrip

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.Over those ten days, Mo Qian had not missed a single stance practice or a single painting session.Old Xiao's prescription was truly effective.Mo Qian stood every day, nine hours at a stretch, and his body felt neither depleted nor his spirit sluggish.Each time the appointed hour approached, Mo Qian would appear under the old locust tree opposite the Huaxing Tower, ready to paint for the young men and women who came seeking portraits.By the tenth day, his pockets were well padded and his total assets had surpassed two thousand taels, a comfortable sum by any measure.However, on this particular day while painting, Mo Qian suddenly noticed that there were only eight people in the queue.This was the first time this had happened since he began painting.This was naturally a sign that it was time to move to a new location.Xiangu County was not like the vast connected world of his previous life. The population of the town was only thirty to

The plump woman was provoked by Shen Mihuan's overbearing attitude. She looked around and, noticing the girl behind Shen Mihuan staring at her, felt deeply displeased and retorted with a rising tone: "What do you think you are doing, threatening to throw me out? Have you ever heard of such a thing? Did your parents not teach you that taking things that do not belong to you makes you a thief?""Who are you calling a thief?""You!"The plump woman was furious. She drew the goose-feather knife and stepped forward to close the distance.Shen Mihuan sneered faintly. She had been hoping the woman would make a move.The blades of the two crossed and locked together in an instant.After two exchanges, the plump woman's palms were stinging. Two or three more clashes, and the goose-feather knife in her hand was nearly knocked clean out of her grip by the opponent's powerful internal energy.The opponent's internal energy was clearly far deeper than hers, and her sword technique was sharper and