Probably because he is not that handsome.

After washing away the dust on his face, Chen Qiu's inconspicuous face was reflected in the mirror.

He reached out and stroked his cheek.

This is not the face he remembers, but a trace of the past can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes. The 16-year-old boy's cheeks are still a little tender, but those eyes are quite calm.

I felt a sense of peace that was not his age.

Chen Qiu spread his black hair on his shoulders, tied a single ponytail behind his head, tied it with a hairband, and then pushed two strands of long hair to his cheeks, which faintly covered the tiny fluff on his cheeks.

He doesn't want others to feel that he's too young.

Young people are always underestimated and bullied. How can they not suffer losses? Why do they suffer losses?

"Furo..."

Chen Qiu put down the bronze mirror and planned to take a nap, but when he thought of going to a family dinner, he relieved his sleepiness.

He tied his sword and jade on his wrist, sat in the living room on the second floor of Tingtao Pavilion, opened the medicine box sent by his servant, took out the familiar or unfamiliar Chinese medicine, and looked in front of him.

"Three taels of seven-leaf lotus, two half-maple lotus, black tiger, jackal skin and camphor tree, blood wind root, this is... knotweed? And bone fragments. Well, they are all good medicines for bruises and injuries, and they are also used to temper bones."

"The medicinal statues are all top-quality, made by ancient methods."

Chen Qiu learned traditional Chinese medicine and pharmacology when he was in school, but he had never seen any real ancient herbs. These herbs in front of him should have been carefully prepared by the pharmacist of the Li family. The effect is not clear, so I will try it myself.

He took the stone pestle, and according to Chabao's memory, he crushed the medicinal materials in different categories, or added them to the small jar where the medicine was boiled, and another servant came in to make a fire.

Soon, a jar of medicine started to be boiled, and the taste was not too good. Chen Qiu got up and opened the window, lying on the ridge, looking at the view outside the window.

He could still hear the snoring of the Qingqing girl next door.

That girl was sleeping soundly.

Qingqing didn't know how she developed this temperament. She was careless and sometimes weird. Even if she caused trouble frequently, it was really annoying.

And this girl is really lucky. Every time she encounters danger, she can turn bad luck into good luck.

Qingqing didn't have much doubts about him, but if he went to Suzhou on this trip and met his old friends who had been unruly in the past, could he still hide it?

Chen Qiu couldn't help but think in his mind.

Or, send Qingqing to Suzhou and leave quietly by yourself?

This is also a good idea, but if you leave like this, Qingqing will inevitably be sad. With that girl's personality, she might even sneak out to find herself, and then there will be trouble.

Besides, I know very little about the ancient world, and the road is difficult to walk on, and I don’t even have a roadside guesthouse. Where can I go if I leave Suzhou?

You can't go back to Taihang, be a companion to the mountain ghost, and be a savage in the mountains, right?

Alas, it's a dilemma.

Half an hour later, the medicine jar on the small stove was already boiling. Chen Qiu looked at the color. The medicinal materials in the jar had been boiled into a ball of amber, and that was what it was done.

Chabao's bone-tempering ointment is not a secret skill. According to Qingqing, as long as it is a higher-level sect, there are similar body-tempering medicines.

The effects of these drugs are actually not as wonderful as the body-tempering medicines in immortal cultivation, and can turn decay into magic.

They are more auxiliary.

Chen Qiu turned off the fire. After the ointment cooled down, he asked the servant at the door to pick up a few plaster cloths specially used for plasters. After the cut was appropriate, Chen Qiu used a spoon to apply the ointment to his palms.

Apply every inch of the skin, not even letting go of the middle of your fingers.

After applying, he wrapped the ointment cloth around his hands, just like boxers wrapping his fingers. Soon, Chen Qiu's hands were wrapped like mummies.

However, the looseness of the bag does not affect the activity.

He continued to make it, and he sent his servants to bring more medicinal materials, and made plasters that had been used for months and put them in the medicine box. These bone tempting plasters were enough for him to return to Suzhou.

The rewards of these plasters alone will not be in vain for the bald boy.

Chen Qiu brought the black gloves left by Cha Bao to cover up the abnormality of his palms, and the crisp sound of iron pieces colliding while his fingers were moving.

He pushed open the door, walked out of Tingtao Pavilion with Yanling Dao, and played a set of sword techniques in front of the small courtyard. As he moved his body, the plaster also had a faint heat to extend the skin into the flesh and blood.

Chen Qiu walked according to the true qi of Lei Gong's heart method, allowing the true qi to circulate in the meridians of both hands and promote the volatility of the medicine.

"Bone quenching for three months can make the hand bones strong."

"After one year of bone quenching, you will be reborn. After two years, the hand bones will be tough and not easily broken. You can lift a hundred kilograms of things and can block the attack of sticks."

Chen Qiu let out a long breath. This bone-hardening method is a necessary assistance for practicing Fenglei Finger, and herbs need to be replaced every day.

He was really worried that after applying it for 2 years, his hands were probably like smoked chicken, and they had herbal fragrance.

"Senior Brother! You have changed your clothes, it looks so good."

Qingqing girl opened the window at some point, lying on the ridge, supporting her chin with both hands, watching her senior brother practice knife.

The girl also changed her clothes and turned her scattered hair into a bun like Miss Lei Shiyin, and seemed to be back in the state of a little girl in Suzhou.

"Well? Senior brother also thinks this dress is pretty good."

Chen Qiu beat him up, he raised his head and said to Qingqing:

"You come down too, practice martial arts, don't be lazy."

"I'm wearing a nice dress."

Qingqing's mouth was so pouting that she could hang an oil pot, she said dissatisfiedly:

"Besides, I won't go to fight and kill, just practice martial arts casually. Even if I encounter danger, it's enough to have a senior brother."

"You lazy girl, come down quickly!"

Chen Qiu shouted, Qingqing smiled and refused to answer.

Just as the two brothers and sisters were fighting, the maid came with fragrance. She gave Chen Qiu a blessing and said softly:

"Are the two young men hungry? Come with me."
Chapter completed!