Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Chapter 390 Heart-Protecting Pill

As Song Ming's subconscious sank into this mysterious space, his gaze was drawn to the medicine furnace. Beside the furnace were some books; he approached curiously and discovered that these books were different from those he had seen before.

These books seemed to only show what he had practiced before, with the later parts completely blank. This surprised Song Ming greatly, because he had been busy with other things and hadn't paid close attention to the characteristics of these books.

Since that was the case, Song Ming decided to stop worrying about the books and focus on practicing alchemy. He placed various medicinal herbs into the furnace according to his memory and used his internal energy to ignite the fire.

However, the process of refining the medicine was far more difficult than he had imagined. Not only did it require precise control of the heat, but it also necessitated constant adjustments to the proportions and timing of the medicinal ingredients. Song Ming had only refined two ingredients when he already felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became somewhat rapid. Realizing that his strength was about to be exhausted, Song Ming did not hesitate to take out a Heart-Protecting Pill from his pocket and quickly swallow it. Then, he poured himself a large glass of spatial water and drank it all in one gulp.

The Heart-Protecting Pill and the spatial water were clearly prepared specifically for him by Gu Mochen and Ye Qingchen to help him maintain his physical strength and energy during the alchemy process. Song Ming was secretly grateful, but he also understood that in order to successfully refine higher-level pills, he needed to continuously improve his strength and skills.

After sitting cross-legged in the space for a while, Song Ming washed his clothes, changed into a clean set of clothes exactly the same as his usual attire, and then went to sleep. The next morning, Song Ming got up and practiced martial arts for a while, then saw several people bring him water for washing and three sets of identical plain-colored inner and outer garments. They said they didn't know Song Ming's habits, so they prepared extra clothes. Song Ming knew that this was due to Elder Murong's excellent teaching; his subordinates were all sensible and polite.

After washing up, Song Ming quickly changed into a light blue long robe, looking refreshed. After tidying himself up a bit, he walked towards the courtyard where Old Master Murong Qingfeng was.

At this moment, Old Master Murong was leisurely practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He hadn't slept a wink last night, but surprisingly, he hadn't coughed much, which made him feel exceptionally good. So, he decided to practice a set of boxing moves in the morning sunlight to stretch his muscles and bones.

Song Ming stepped into the courtyard, his steps light and steady, as if he were walking on clouds. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Old Master Murong. However, instead of greeting him first as most people would, he strode directly towards Old Master Murong like lightning.

Old Master Murong was clearly not expecting Song Ming to attack so directly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran, and he quickly recovered and reacted. He dodged Song Ming's attack with a swift movement and then counterattacked.

In an instant, a whirlwind seemed to sweep through the courtyard, fists and palms clashing, the wind howling. Song Ming and Old Master Murong moved with the speed of ghosts. Every move they made contained boundless internal energy, its power astonishing. The surrounding air seemed to be shaken by their aura, forming visible waves of air.

The contest was exceptionally fierce, with both sides unleashing their full potential. Song Ming's fist techniques were powerful and fierce, like a tiger descending a mountain; while Old Master Murong's palm techniques were like a dragon playing with a phoenix, ever-changing and unpredictable. Their moves intertwined, dazzling and overwhelming the audience.

Time ticked by, and the match had lasted a full hundred rounds. Both fighters were giving it their all, neither willing to yield. Finally, with a muffled thud, they both stopped simultaneously.

At this moment, due to his advanced age, Old Master Murong was somewhat exhausted and panting. A layer of fine sweat had formed on his forehead, and his face was slightly pale. Song Ming, having also expended a great deal of energy sparring with a master like Old Master Murong, was equally fatigued.

However, despite being somewhat exhausted, Old Master Murong Qingfeng's face revealed an indescribable excitement and satisfaction. He suddenly burst into laughter, his voice loud and hearty, as if the entire space was filled with his laughter.

He turned to look at Song Ming, his eyes gleaming with admiration, and said with a smile, "Valley Master Song, your kung fu is truly superb! This old man has certainly broadened his horizons!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a humble smile, and he replied, "Grandpa Murong, you flatter me. You are truly still as sharp as ever!"

After exchanging pleasantries for a few moments, Song Ming gently picked up the box placed to the side and carefully opened it. Inside the box were two porcelain bottles, one yellow and the other blue.

Song Ming pointed to the two porcelain bottles and explained in detail: "These two medicines are placed in these two colored bottles respectively. The yellow one is Ginseng Nourishing Pills, which have the effect of nourishing qi and blood and regulating the body; the blue one is Soothing Pills, which can soothe the mind and calm the nerves. To prevent you from accidentally ingesting them, I have specially made the Soothing Pills smaller. So each time you take them, you need to take two Soothing Pills, while you only need to take one Ginseng Nourishing Pill. In addition, these two medicines need to be taken at different times each day, and each medicine should be taken twice a day."

After explaining the usage and dosage of these medicines, Song Ming took out a small jade bottle from his pocket, poured out two Heart-Protecting Pills, handed them to Murong Qingfeng, and said with concern, "Grandpa, please take these two Heart-Protecting Pills first; they will be good for your health."

Then he said, "Grandpa, let's have some breakfast first, something light as usual. Then we'll start the acupuncture."

Murong Qingfeng nodded and had the servants bring in the food. At this time, Murong Qing and Dong Nanxi also arrived, and the four of them sat down together to eat. Breakfast was indeed quite simple: white rice porridge, eggs, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables. Song Ming said, "Call the person who prepares breakfast for the old man over. I'll teach him what to make for breakfast."

Soon, the cook arrived. He assumed the meal wasn't lavish enough, given the distinguished guests. Unexpectedly, Song Ming immediately said, "From now on, make a mixture of rice and millet for breakfast porridge. Both the rice and millet should be briefly stir-fried in a dry, oil-free iron pot before cooking; this helps remove dampness. For the steamed buns, use a mixture of black rice, black sesame powder, and flour; this is good for the kidneys and hair. Next time, don't fry the eggs; they'll still be oily. Just boil them in plain water. As for the pickled vegetables, soak them in water before serving; otherwise, they're bad for your health. Understood? That's all for today. For lunch, I'll have four vegetarian dishes: bok choy, bamboo shoots, cabbage soup, and tofu. You can add some minced meat to the tofu. For the main course, we'll have the black rice and black sesame steamed buns I mentioned. You can go now."

The chef looked completely bewildered and went downstairs. The other three were also confused; there were so many intricacies to cooking.