Some old man sent someone to come forward, and the drug shop was resolved the next day.

Gu Qing still gave the people sent by the Fang family to come forward with certain benefits. He knew that even if he didn't give it, the other party would do his best to help him do this, but giving it is definitely not a bad thing.

Next, Gu Qing began to organize the pharmacy shop.

The sign is still its original name, called "Ping'antang".

There are a wide variety of medicinal materials in Ping'antang. Gu Qing's prescription requires all the medicinal materials, and there is also a medical book left in it.

Gu Qing has also bought a lot of medical books before to understand the names of medicinal materials in this world and to understand the general medical level.

But this medicine book is much more rigorous than the medicine book he bought before. He has never heard of the author's name, but his level is higher than the imperial physician's works in the Imperial Hospital he bought.

"Wang Feng."

Gu Qing talked about the author's name and found it strange that such a high-level doctor left such a good work, why is he not famous?

With his profound medical background, Gu Qing quickly digested this medical book.

After all, no matter how powerful the author of this medical book is, he cannot surpass the times. Gu Qing's theoretical level is much higher than that of this ancient world.

It is very easy to absorb this knowledge.

Besides, there are many ideas that he actually understands.

It was not too late, and Gu Qing began to analyze the potions on the letter. Most of the tools in the medicine shop were complete, and Gu Qing also made the missing things himself. He put the materials needed in proportion and started to operate them skillfully.

After an hour, most of the ingredients of the potion were analyzed, and the remaining ingredients took a certain amount of time to analyze.

This process can only be waited.

However, Gu Qing was not very sure. After all, the instruments in his hand were relatively simple, which was completely incomparable to the high-precision instruments he had used in the past.

Fortunately, his sense of smell and vision are far better than before. As his practice progresses step by step, it is very likely that he can do what he used to do with his physical body that needed ultra-high precision instruments.

He now deeply feels that the human body is like a treasure containing the universe, with endless potential to be explored, provided that he can find the key to open the treasure.

The practice of practice is this key, but there must be more than this key.

While waiting, Gu Qing was not idle. Hunyuan Tongzi Gong has made some progress in the past few days. Gu Qing understood that according to his current progress, the time to break through the first level of Hunyuan Tongzi Gong would be much earlier than he expected.

The premise is that this progress must be maintained.

Gu Qing tried the breathing rhythm from the Buddha statue again, and his body fell into pain.

This kind of pain is not painful, but rather a kind of pleasure.

Because hard work will turn into obvious progress to the naked eye.

But now he learned from his previous lessons and did not wear a top. After he was relieved from the pain, he was not as wet as he had before.

A bucket of water was poured into the well in the medicine shop and rinsed the body briefly. Then, as usual, when he felt his whole body relax, Gu Qing began to practice.

After a long period of time, Gu Qing let out a long breath.

His brow frowned slightly, and his keen spirit made him realize that the effect this time was slightly reduced.

It seems that his body has begun to adapt to the previous intensity of pain.

But he can try more breathing rhythms further.

After practicing, his ears and eyes were clearer than usual. Gu Qing heard dull footsteps approaching the medicine shop. He had closed the door.

Soon, knocks on the door sounded.

one two three!

Gu Qing didn't open the door.

After a while, the knock on the door rang again.

one two three!

Gu Qing hesitated for a moment.

He heard footsteps and knocked on the door, but he could not hear the breathing of the people outside. Did he deliberately hold his breath, or was there something else?

After another pause, the knock on the door became rapid.

Dangdangdang!

It seemed as if Gu Qing didn't open the door again, the other party was about to knock it open.

Gu Qing walked to the door and the knocking sound suddenly disappeared.

He saw nothing through the crack in the door.

Gu Qing held the red fish tightly, focused, opened the crack in the door little by little, and observed around him. There was nothing around.

The shop next to it is still open.

Gu Qing walked to the shop next to him and asked if he heard a knock on the door.

As a result, the owner said he didn't hear anything.

Gu Qing asked several stores in a row, and the answers were the same.

Could it be that he had hallucinations?

Gu Qing shook his head. He was very confident in his body and would never be an illusion.

But this matter is strange.

Gu Qing checked that there were no new footprints outside his door, but the footsteps fell so clearly on his ears.

By the way, he didn't hear footsteps when he opened the door.

The man didn't leave, or was he leaving at all?

Gu Qing returned to the pharmacy and checked inside and out, but nothing got.

The sound of footsteps and knocks on the door did not appear again.

When the time came, Gu Qing completely analyzed the potion. It turned out that the potion used in the letter was actually made of common materials. It should be because of the special proportion and the subtle reaction that produced that potion.

But what secret is hidden in the Qinghui decomposed by the red fish?

Gu Qing tried that the sunlight decomposed by the red fish will not reveal the text on the letter, but must also be moonlight.

Is there a mysterious and special place in the moon in this world?

Gu Qing thought about the moon and couldn't help but think of another thing. In the memory of the monk Gangxiang, the seventh level of the Hunyuan Boy's Kung Fu Gong has a name, called "Bao Yue".

There is no name on the first six floors, but the seventh floor has it.

Previously, he thought that the seventh level was the highest level of Hunyuan Boy's Academic Mastery, so he was named specifically to show his special name.

Now he doesn't see this.

Sometimes, the so-called flash of inspiration is not without foundation, but a connection suddenly is found from the complex information.

After disposing of the things in the pharmacy that were not suitable for outsiders to know, Gu Qing closed the door and prepared to leave the city and return to No. 76, the yard where he lives now.

When he was about to leave the city gate, Gu Qing saw an acquaintance from another street - Xu Guru.

It's almost dusk now.

"Young Master Gu." Xu Gangrang saw Gu Qing taking the initiative to greet him.

Gu Qing said: "Hello Miss Xu."

Her face was particularly pale today.

Xu slowly said: "I will hand over your clothes to you tomorrow."

She approached Gu Qing, as if she was a little embarrassed because her clothes were not done well, and her pale face was covered with a layer of blush, which looked very beautiful.

Gu Qing said: "I'm not in a hurry. Didn't Miss Fang be with you?"

Xu said slowly: "Today is July 15th, and my cousin is going to worship his ancestors with Grandpa Fang. I am not a member of the Fang family, so I didn't go."

Gu Qing said: "It turns out to be fifteen, no wonder the moon is so round."

There is already a full moon in the sky, and the sunset is about to disappear completely.

The breeze blows slowly, blew the hair slowly, as if brushing a willow.

Xu said slowly: "Don't Mr. Gu worship his ancestors?"

Gu Qing shook his head and said, "My ancestors are not here."

Xu Guru showed apologies and said, "It's my fault, it's making you sad."
Chapter completed!