Chapter 115 How to be immune to all poisons
Old man Qin is not tall, he is very thin and usually hunches his back.
But when he said this, his body straightened up and he looked much taller.
After he finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and looked at Murong Di:
"Little brother, have you thought it through? Do you want to learn?"
Old man Qin sounded very powerful, but Murong Di understood the essential meaning.
He knew what was being said, but he nodded anyway:
"I'm willing to learn, but I don't know what the conditions are for Grandpa to teach me, and what kind of apprenticeship gift is required."
"There's no need for any apprenticeship gifts. There's only one condition: you have to fight me. Are you afraid?"
"I'm afraid, but I'm willing to go."
The unique skills that others think are unpopular are what Murong Di is eager to obtain.
He was in disguise in Chang'an, so it was inconvenient for him to carry sharp weapons such as swords and knives with him, but he could carry small hidden weapons such as plum blossom darts for self-defense.
I heard that there are many secret rooms and mechanisms in the Chang'an Palace and some deep mansions. If he can learn some techniques of mechanisms, he may be able to use them in the future.
Old Man Qin's eyes lit up, his face full of joy:
"Okay, my good disciple, let's start practicing today!"
Murong Di put down the bamboo strips in his hand and said in surprise:
"So soon?"
Old Man Qin stuffed the bamboo strips back into Murong Di's hands:
"Spring waits for no one, and youth will never come back. Hurry and start practicing. The first step is to weave these bamboo strips."
Murong Di: "Weaving bamboo strips?"
"Yes, finish weaving these two baskets, but do it faster than before."
Old man Qin picked up the bamboo strips and changed his previous leisurely look. His fingers moved rapidly, and the remaining shadows of his knuckles drew patterns.
After weaving a few strips of bamboo, Old Man Qin asked, "Little brother, do you see it clearly?"
“I didn’t see it clearly…”
Murong Di's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of Old Man Qin's fingers.
Old Man Qin: "Hahaha, it's just so you can't see clearly! Practice at this speed."
Murong Di was busy weaving bamboo strips.
The sun moved slowly between the branches of the trees, and the shadows of several people on the grass gradually became shorter.
Murong Di became more skilled at weaving. Although he could not match the speed of Old Man Qin, his fingers were getting faster and faster, and he finished weaving the rest of the bamboo basket.
The burrs on the bamboo strips have been processed, but there are still some raised areas that will hurt your hands.
Murong Di put down the bamboo basket, and felt a numbing and burning sensation on his fingertips.
Old Man Qin asked Murong Di to grab the wood on the ground next to him, and told him not to bend his arms and not to use the strength of his upper arms, but only to use his forearms.
Murong Di did as he was told.
By the time Su Zhizhi and Xue Che finished their practice, Murong Di's arms were already sore and swollen.
Old Man Qin rubbed Murong Di's sore arm, then smiled and advised:
"You have to be careful when you eat these two days."
"My cousin has been practicing martial arts, so he needs to eat more and eat until he is full."
Su Zhizhi still didn't understand why they had to be careful about eating after practicing, but when the three of them had lunch together at noon, she understood.
Murong Di's hand holding the chopsticks was shaking.
I finally picked up a piece of meat from the bowl, but it slipped off the tip of my chopsticks...
Xue Che: "I'll go get a spoon for my cousin."
Xue Che went to get a spoon and put it into Murong Di's hand.
Su Zhizhi also asked: "Cousin, do you want us to feed you?"
Murong Di took the spoon with a helpless look:
"I can eat by myself."
Murong Di was about to eat with a spoon in hand when he saw two pairs of chopsticks suddenly reach into his bowl and pick up a piece of vegetable and a piece of meat.
Murong Di: "What are you doing?"
Su Zhizhi bit into the marinated pork slices and said, "Help your cousin test for poison. Didn't you say you're not used to eating food that hasn't been tested for poison?"
Murong Di looked at his two younger brothers and sisters who were a head shorter than him, feeling a little ashamed:
"Actually, you don't have to be like this. I'll slowly get used to some things myself."
Xue Che swallowed the vegetables and said, "Brother, it's okay if it can't be changed. It's just a matter of Zhizhi and I eating an extra bite of vegetables."
Xue Che followed Su Zhizhi and called him "cousin" one after another.
He somewhat understood Murong Di's situation.
He was previously abducted from Chang'an to Lingnan and lived in the shadow of murder for a long time.
It won't take one or two days to get over it.
Moreover, Murong Di has a special status, so he cannot be careless about food.
"Yes, yes, no need to change it." Su Zhizhi stared at the shiny meat in Murong Di's bowl. "Cousin, if you can't detect the toxicity after eating one slice, should I help you test a few more slices?"
Murong Di choked up a little, and used his hand to block Su Zhizhi's obvious gaze:
"Just try one."
Su Zhizhi continued to eat the rice in her bowl, and after a while asked again:
"It seems the kitchen will be making braised pork trotters tomorrow. Cousin, can you let me help you test for poison tomorrow?"
Xue Che shook his head: "Zhizhi, tomorrow it will be your turn to try the vegetables. I will help my cousin try the pig's trotters."
Su Zhizhi: "A Che, didn't Doctor Yu tell you to eat less greasy food?"
Xue Che: "That was said two years ago."
"Okay, stop arguing and eat your meal properly." Murong Di acted like an older brother.
Su Zhizhi wanted to ask more, but Murong Di refused with a frown:
"No need to test for poison, not tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
If Su Zhizhi were to test the poison, he would probably only be able to eat rice and not any other dishes.
The food in the village kitchen is so delicious and hot, and he likes to eat it too.
Su Zhizhi regretted: "Oh, okay."
After dinner, Xue Che came up with an idea:
"We can go find Doctor Yu and Hua Erniang. If they have a way to make cousin immune to all poisons, then cousin can eat in peace when he is no longer in Black Bandit Mountain."
Su Zhizhi thought this was a good idea.
So the three of them went to see Doctor Yu and explained their purpose.
Doctor Yu took the time to check Murong Di's pulse and nodded.
"There's nothing wrong with your physical foundation, but I can't be immune to all poisons."
The three of them were a little disappointed, but then they saw Doctor Yu take out a small bottle from the cupboard behind him:
"I've also experimented with two or three batches of medicine men. Although I haven't been able to develop a method to make a person immune to all poisons, I have made a few pills that can cure all poisons. You can let me take them first, in case you need them."
Murong Di took the small white porcelain bottle in his palm, as if he had found a treasure:
"Thank you, Doctor Yu. I wonder how much the reward for such a rare item would be? I will do my best to raise it."
Doctor Yu waved his hand and said, "No need. This medicine is mainly made from the remaining parts of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that Zhizhi picked."
"If I really want to thank you," Doctor Yu looked at Su Zhizhi, "then in a couple of days, when you're free, come with me to the back mountains to collect herbs."
There are several herbs that have not been picked recently.
At this time, the best way is not to change the place to pick, but to bring Zhizhi with you.
Su Zhizhi agreed immediately: "Okay!"
After leaving Doctor Yu, they went to Hua Er Niang's yard.
Hua Erniang, who was cooking a pot of beautiful mushrooms, heard their idea and laughed:
"Of course there are people in this world who are immune to all poisons. I am just like that, hahahaha..."
Su Zhizhi humbly asked, "How can I not be afraid of poison?"
Hua Erniang picked up a bright red mushroom from the pot and stuffed it into her mouth:
"It's very simple. All you need to do is take various poisons every day since childhood and try your best to avoid death. If you stay in front of the gates of hell a few more times, the ghost messenger will not come to claim your life."
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