Fresh River Village.
It was still hot at the end of September, and the sound of frogs could be heard in the corn field. It was almost autumn in the field, but the Li family was anxious and worried. They frowned and sighed day after day.
His family's Tian Linhe's water had risen two months ago. A corner of the simple dam made of stone had been broken, and a small piece of land had collapsed. The water had filled in, and quite a few crops had been washed away.
The rest of the crops were soaked in too much water. Many of them were rotten, but they were not rotten. The grains on the corn ears were also sparse.
She was afraid that she would be sad this year.
Li Qinghe rolled up his trousers and spent a lot of effort to build a huge stone beside the ridge. He had to reinforce the broken ridge of the field. The two and a half acres of corn crops that were luckily preserved could not be lost again.
After the rain yesterday, the mud on the ground was soft and slippery.
"Qing He, you must be careful."
On the ridge, her mother, Wang Cuifang, was worried and said, "Hurry up. It looks like it's going to rain soon."
"I got it. I got it. Go and make lunch. I'll be fine after I finish the last bit."
Li Qingyu waved his hand impatiently.
Her mother, Wang Cuifang, walked far away.
More than ten minutes later, Li Qinghe's hands were covered with mud. He stepped on the stepping stone and piled up the last bluestone. When he was about to beat it hard, a small black snake-like object suddenly popped up.
"Ah!" Li Qinghe was caught off guard. He was startled and lost his balance. The wet stone under his feet slipped and he immediately fell back.
The back of his head hit the stone beach, and in an instant, his head was broken and bleeding.
Feeling the sharp pain, Li Qinghe's vision darkened and he lost consciousness again. The gloomy sky gradually began to drizzle.
Wisps of blood followed the rain and mud into the black snake-like roots.
With a flash of white light, the vines turned into flowing light and entered Li Qingyu's body.
"The changes don't take place. Zhou Liu Liu Liu Liu Liu Liu Liu Xu... The upper and lower are unpredictable... The hardness and softness change... I am the 13th-generation Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley, the Teal Jade Medicine Master... I'm unfilial to my disciple... I caused the death of the Medicine King Valley due to the disaster... I can't escape all day long... The end of the day has come... Pass on the Sutra of the Medicine King... You are lucky to get it... It's a personal inheritance... If there is a day... to return to the Medicine King Valley..."
The Black Root turned into a ball of pure spiritual liquid. Under the guidance of the remnant soul, it ran along the meridians of the exercises of the Sutra of the Medicine King.
A week, two days...
He was muddle-headed, and he did not know how many years had passed in his dreams.
Li Qingyu's cold face was slapped wildly. Li Qinghe shivered and opened his eyes in confusion. He suddenly sat up, mud and water splashing everywhere.
"The Medicine King Valley? The Teal Jade Master of Medicine?"
Li Qinghe was stunned and couldn't believe it.
However, the warm current that was still circulating in his body, as well as the vortex that he could sense in the dantian area beneath his lower abdomen, told him that this wasn't a dream!
He touched the back of his head. It was not painful or itchy, and there was no blood. He had recovered.
After a few seconds of dullness, Li Qinghe was ecstatic and ran it from time to time!
He had inherited the Alchemy Master's legacy from the Alchemy King Valley in the Celestial World. With the help of the techniques of cultivating spiritual herbs, it would be easy for him to grow ordinary crops. Their family would be saved this year!
He had hoped to become the richest man in Jin Jing Town since he was a child!
His heart was burning with passion.
But the autumn rain was still cold. Li Qingyu shivered with coldness and remembered that he was still in the mud of the stone beach. He didn't have time to think too much and got up to go home in a hurry.
When they arrived at the door.
Her mother, Wang Cuifang, was about to go out with an umbrella.
"Hey, how did you end up like this? Did you fall down? Did you get hurt? Don't just stand there like a fool. Hurry up and enter the house. Wow, you're already so big."
Seeing that his son was covered in mud, Wang Cuihua hurriedly pulled him into the room and quickly pulled out his son's dirty clothes.
"Mom, Mom, I'll do it myself. I'll do it myself."
Li Qingyu was embarrassed.
"What are you doing? I'm sorry. No matter how old you are, you are still my son. In my eyes, you are a child." Wang Cuifang rolled her eyes at him. "Well, you can do it yourself. Take off your clothes and wipe them with a towel. First, find a dry one and put it on. I'll boil hot water for you."
There was a small door on the right side of the old house leading to the bath room on the side of the house made of simple iron sheets.
In the bathroom.
The hot steam washed away the coldness of the autumn rain. It was not until now that Li Qinghe had the leisure time. He frowned and began to explore the inheritance of the Teal Jade Master of Medicine that he had obtained before.
According to the judgment of the Immortal Realm, when the Spiritual Qi entered one's body, one's body would be at the first level of Qi Refining. The Spiritual Qi in one's body would be at the second level of Qi Refining, and the thousands of Spiritual Qi would be at the third level of Qi Refining.
With the help of that piece of Black Vine Wood, the Spiritual Qi in his body had reached 108 wisps.
He had reached Lv 2 Qi Cultivation Realm!
The essence of the Black Vine Wood had not been completely absorbed yet, and it would be refined slowly in the future. It was very beneficial.
Li Qinghe closed his eyes and carefully felt the flow of Spiritual Qi in his body. With a thought, he guided the Spiritual Qi to run according to the route of a basic technique recorded in the inheritance.
"Spirit Fog Technique, condense!"
With a flip of his wrist, a ball of white mist surged from his palm, refreshing people's hearts.
Li Qinghe was overjoyed.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and a panda-like smile gradually appeared on his face.
The Spiritual Fog Technique was the most basic technique for cultivating spirit medicine in Yaowang Valley. It had a miraculous effect on nurturing spirit.
"Qing He, are you ready? The food is getting cold."
Outside the room, her mother, Wang Cuifang, urged her.
"It's coming, it's coming."
Li Qinghe didn't waste any more time. He dispersed the spell and quickly cleaned it.
At lunchtime, there was a plate of stir-fried vegetables, a plate of spicy shredded potatoes, and a plate of fried eggs with chopped onions. There was no meat smell.
Li Mu's father drove a truck to deliver goods. He got up early and was greedy for the dark. He usually didn't come back for lunch at noon. In addition, there was probably no harvest in the field this year, so he went home less and less in order to earn more money.
At the dining table, his mother looked worried. Seeing this, Li Qinghe couldn't bear it. He wanted to say good news, but he didn't have the confidence to do it, so he had to hold it back.
When the sky cleared and the rain stopped, it was already past five o'clock in the evening. Seeing that it was getting dark, Li Qinghe hurried out.
Footsteps came from outside the courtyard.
"Sister-in-law of the Li family, is sister-in-law of the Li family at home?"
The door shook and a woman came in.
"Sister Liu? Why are you here?"
Hearing the voice, Wang Cuifang came out of the inner room, wiped the water stains on her apron with her hands, and greeted him with a warm smile.
Liu Hui, in her 50s, was a famous matchmaker in her hometown. It was all thanks to her that Li Qinghe had decided to marry her at the beginning of the year.
"Oh, Qing He is here too. That's great."
Liu Hui entered the house with a smile. When she saw Li Qingyu, she looked a little embarrassed. "It's like this. Sister-in-law of the Li family, Old Yang has some other thoughts about the marriage agreement."
"Other thoughts?"
Wang Cuifang was stunned and had a bad feeling. "Sister Liu, what do you mean by saying that? Does Old Yang want to break off the engagement?"
"Well... Since you have guessed it, why do you have to say it so clearly?"
Liu Hui sighed helplessly.
"How can you do this! Sister Liu, our family asked you to help us get married and paid a lot of money." Wang Cuifang was anxious. Her son was almost 25 years old, and her father was already a young man.
It was not easy to marry a woman. How could she become a woman? Moreover, it was not pleasant to be broken off by a woman. After this incident, it would be more difficult to find a woman in the future.
"You're going to break off the engagement? Why?"
Li Qinghe, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded.