Li Qingshan let out a long sigh. "How satisfying!"
Huang Binghu's arms were trembling. That was the result of colliding with Li Qingshan's hand. He sized up Li Qingshan from afar with a strange expression. "Just how did you train?" This kind of improvement speed was simply monstrous.
He had originally thought highly of Li Qingshan's will and martial arts, thinking that he had discovered a piece of unpolished jade in a pile of rubble. He wanted to polish it to see if he had the qualifications to take over the position of hunting head, but in the end, he realized that he had still underestimated Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan thought for a moment. "Recently, I've been drinking medicinal wine brewed with ginseng. It's a prescription left behind by my master."
Huang Binghu hesitated for a moment. "Can I take a look?" Originally, the rules of the pugilistic world forbade one from casually inquiring about such things, but he really wanted to know what was going on.
Li Qingshan said without hesitation, "No problem!"
Huang Binghu asked about the prescription, and Li Qingshan told him the truth. Huang Binghu nodded. "This prescription is indeed exquisite, but isn't the medicinal strength a little too strong? Too much ginseng has been used, so you can't drink too much. Just a small cup every day is enough."
Other than that, it was not much different from ordinary medicinal wine. He even specially went to Li Qingshan's room and tasted it. The conclusion he came to was the same. He did not believe that just drinking medicinal wine brewed with ginseng would allow one's martial arts to improve so quickly. Then wouldn't everyone in the Ginseng King Village be peerless experts?
But it would be too inappropriate to continue asking, so he could only suppress his doubts. He did not think about the martial arts that Li Qingshan practiced. After all, there were no extraordinary external martial arts techniques.
Of course, Li Qingshan could not tell him that he drank this medicinal wine by the bowl. He drank at least a few big bowls every day, and he had already drunk most of it during this period of time.
"That's right, what grade is my martial arts now?"
"Barely qualified as a third-rate." Huang Binghu still remembered his evaluation of Li Qingshan a few days ago. It would not be a problem for him to become a third-grade expert. In the blink of an eye, it had become true. It was like a dream.
"Only third-rate?" Li Qingshan asked greedily.
Huang Binghu's eyes widened. Anyone who could train their martial arts to the third-rate could already be considered an expert, yet this fellow was still not satisfied. Didn't that mean that his martial arts were also 'only third-rate'?
He was also someone who had been the headhunter of the Drawn Reins Village for many years. He was not willing to be outdone by this brat. "However, my expertise is not in martial arts, but in archery. In terms of martial arts, the people of the Ginseng King Village are also slightly stronger than us. However, only we dare to call ourselves the Drawn Reins Village. With our powerful bows and crossbows, even a first-rate expert would not dare to take them lightly."
Moreover, the other reason was him. His illness was close to incurable, but even though he was called Sickly Tiger, the word 'illness' was the most taboo for him. No matter what, he would not use this as a reason.
"Yes, I've been practicing Rapid Arrow recently and can already shoot three arrows in a row. Unfortunately, my accuracy is still a bit lacking. Please give me some pointers, hunting chief." Li Qingshan had seen Huang Binghu's archery with his own eyes, so he naturally did not dare to underestimate him.
Being able to shoot three arrows in a row!? 'You've only been practicing archery for a month.' Huang Binghu felt that he had suffered too many blows today. He waved his hand. "Tomorrow, go ask Grandpa Zang for pointers! I also want to go home for a reunion dinner. "
He understood in his heart that this brat might really have the aptitude to roam the martial world. There was no need to mention the matter of being a headhunter. If he had this kind of speed of improvement back then, he would definitely not have returned to the Drawn Reins Village.
"That's right, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again!" Li Qingshan looked up at the sky. The full moon had just risen, but he had no relatives to reunite with. However, he still had a demon and a ghost by his side, so he could have a reunion dinner. Thus, he went to make preparations.
He prepared grass for Oxen, wine and meat for himself, and incense, candles, and paper money for Little Ann.
Everything was in order, but there was no sign of Little Ann. "Brother Niu, where did Little Ann go?"
"I don't know!"
Li Qingshan mumbled. "That brat has been playing wild lately. He doesn't bother me anymore. How strange. Let's just wait for him!"
The full moon gradually rose, and there was only silence on Bailao Peak.
The bright moon shone down its clear radiance from the horizon.
A few people wearing bamboo hats were lying in the lush grass, looking up at the highest cliff of Bailao Peak, as if they were waiting for something.
"We've spent so much effort, so many people have died, and we've become sworn enemies with the people of Drawn Reins Village, but we haven't even seen a hair of the spiritual ginseng. Right now, even the people of Drawn Reins Village have retreated down the mountain to reunite with their families, but we still have to stand guard. What is the Manor Lord thinking about?"
"What do you know? The spiritual ginseng is a spiritual object. After being alarmed, it will naturally hide and not appear. However, tonight is the night of the full moon, so the spiritual ginseng will definitely appear and absorb the moonlight. The Manor Lord has already predicted this. As long as we obtain the spiritual ginseng, the Manor Lord's power will increase greatly. Why would we be afraid of Drawn Reins Village? When the time comes, we'll flatten Drawn Reins Village, rob them of all their food and wealth, and play with all their women. Only then will we be able to take our revenge."
"Quiet, don't ruin the Manor Lord's plans!" someone at the side chided in a low voice.
The voices of the people immediately quieted down, leaving only the low chirping of the dying autumn insects. The full moon rose high in the sky.
A small person about a foot tall suddenly burrowed out of the ground, hesitantly walking towards the high cliff where the moonlight was the brightest. Upon closer inspection, it was not a small person, but a ginseng. However, it vaguely had the shape of a person. Under the night sky, it looked like a small person. When it walked, it was light as if it was floating.
The ginseng foragers lying in ambush in the underbrush immediately held their breaths, not daring to make a sound. They had never seen such a miraculous spiritual herb in their entire lives.
The spiritual ginseng looked left and right, as if confirming that there was no one around, then floated to the highest point of the cliff and settled down. Strands of moonlight twined around its body.
"Attack!" With a command, the ginseng foragers attacked together. A net descended from the sky, pouncing towards the spiritual ginseng.
The spiritual ginseng was immersed in the moonlight, and before it could react, it was caught in the net and lifted off the ground. The net was made of cow tendons, and no matter how it struggled, it could not break free.
The four ginseng foragers beamed with joy, and moved closer to take a closer look.
"There are many cliffs on this Bailao Peak, and there are people lying in ambush everywhere. This spiritual ginseng just had to fall into our hands. The heavens are really helping us. When we get back, we'll definitely be able to get some soup to drink. Who knows, we might even be able to become an expert."
"Who knows, if we eat the whole ginseng, we might even become immortals!"
The few of them laughed heartily, and the smile of one of the ginseng foragers suddenly froze. A snow-white blade had pierced through his throat, and he struggled to turn his head.
The tip of the blade had already retracted, and he immediately fell to the ground. When he fell, he could only vaguely see a black shadow.
The other ginseng foragers reacted, and with angry roars, they pulled out their swords and slashed at the black shadow. The blade of the sword swept past their necks like a spiritual snake, and a few drops of blood splattered.
In an instant, four ginseng foragers had died a violent death, and they did not even have the chance to retaliate. It was evident that the person who had come was highly skilled.
"I didn't expect the rumors to be true. Hmph, you bunch of country bumpkins are not worthy of enjoying such a spiritual item." A young man dressed in luxurious clothing elegantly sheathed his long sword. At the same time, he stretched out his hand to grab the spiritual ginseng that had fallen to the ground. He could not help but feel excited. As long as he could get his hands on the spiritual ginseng, his skills would definitely increase greatly.
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