Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 150 My Master Will Definitely Be Number One in the World

Gu Qianbei rarely refuses a beautiful woman's reasonable request.

Therefore, when faced with Cheng Lingsu's not unreasonable request, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Exchanging medical knowledge is also a good thing for him.

Cheng Lingsu was overjoyed to receive Gu Qianbei's reply.

However, it was getting late, so she returned to the inn first.

night.

Yang Guo is back.

"How was it? Did you get along well with your Uncle Guo?"

Gu Qianbei asked with a smile.

"Not bad. Uncle Guo gave me some pointers on martial arts, which I benefited from a lot."

Yang Guo suddenly moved closer, a teasing smile on his face.

"Master, Uncle Guo seems to be much stronger than you."

"You brat, are you looking for a beating? You're starting to look down on your master?"

Gu Qianbei laughed and cursed, then flicked his finger onto Yang Guo's forehead.

This seems to have become a pattern of interaction between them, master and apprentice.

Whenever Yang Guo displeased him, he would flick him on the head.

"Ouch."

Yang Guo covered his forehead where he had been flicked, looking utterly aggrieved.

"How could I dare to dislike my master? Uncle Guo said that my martial arts foundation is very solid, all thanks to your excellent teaching, Master."

Uncle Guo also said, "Master, your talent is the highest among all the people he has ever seen."

My future master's strength will definitely surpass his.

I have even more confidence in this than Uncle Guo!

My master will definitely be the best in the world in the future!

Seeing Yang Guo begin to praise himself, Gu Qianbei's lips curled up slightly.

"That's more like it. Alright, now that we're back, let's brew some wine together with Master."

All the remaining brewing ingredients have been gathered; we'll begin brewing tonight.

"Yes, Master!"

This night was busy.

Millet from ten thousand households, water from a thousand households, firewood from a hundred households—everything is ready, just waiting for Gu Qianbei to fuse them into one furnace and spend ten days brewing the dream of millet.

This is Gu Qianbei's first time brewing a wine of the celestial elixir level, and he is very much looking forward to it.

Following the recipe, Gu Qianbei quickly completed all the preparations.

Finally, one must infuse the martial arts spirit known as "Awakening from a Dream."

The next step is to wait quietly for ten days.

Ten days, neither long nor short.

In the following days, Yang Guo sometimes went to the Guo residence to play, and sometimes Guo Fu would come to see Yang Guo.

The two seemed to have a childhood sweetheart vibe.

With Gu Qianbei as his backing, Yang Guo lost his original inferiority complex and became confident and flamboyant.

Guo Fu is indeed the eldest daughter of the Guo family, but Yang Guo is also Gu Qianbei's first disciple, so they are not much different.

Meanwhile, Gu Qianbei exchanged medical techniques with Cheng Lingsu, who visited Qianchousi every day, and both of them benefited greatly from the exchange.

The Huayang acupuncture technique is incredibly profound, no less than, and perhaps even superior to, the Medicine King's Divine Scripture mastered by Cheng Lingsu.

At this moment, the two are discussing the connection between medicinal herbs and wine.

Gu Qianbei held a silver medicine spoon between his fingertips, gently stirring the ground medicine powder in the porcelain dish. He looked up at the girl in blue opposite him, his tone full of admiration.

"You actually thought of using cold herbs to harmonize the medicinal properties of strong liquor, which can reduce the strength of the liquor and enhance the efficacy of the medicine. This kind of medical thinking is truly ingenious."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Lingsu looked up, her eyes full of smiles.

"Young Master uses wine as a catalyst, blending the essence of hundreds of herbs to brew medicinal wine that can heal internal injuries and ward off all poisons. Ling Su truly admires such skill."

The two were handling medicinal herbs and fine wine, filling the entire room with their aromas.

A gentle sniff is enough to make one feel refreshed and relaxed.

Cheng Lingsu put down the medicinal herbs in her hand and continued to sigh, "I have benefited greatly from exchanging medical skills with you these past few days."

I'm starting to understand why my master sent me out to gain experience.

It's not just about treating more people, but also about exchanging ideas with renowned medical experts like Master Gu.

Only in this way can medical skills be continuously improved.

"That's true. All skills in the world require constant practice and refinement to improve."

Holding onto one's own worthless possessions is a major taboo in the inheritance of tradition.

Throughout history, countless skills have been lost because of this, which is truly a pity.

Gu Qianbei shook her head slightly, expressing her regret.

"yes."

Cheng Lingsu nodded slightly in agreement, but also with a hint of helplessness.

"But everyone has selfish desires. How can one easily pass on the precious medical skills that one has painstakingly researched to others?"

Even if one has apprentices, one must test their character repeatedly before passing on one's mantle.

My uncle was a wicked man who, after acquiring medical skills, instead wreaked havoc on the martial arts world for many years.

My master has always held a grudge about this.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tavern's tightly closed wooden door was suddenly blasted open by a powerful gust of wind!

Wood chips flying everywhere!

A strong, pungent, and putrid gust of poisonous wind suddenly rushed in, instantly dispelling the warm aroma of wine and medicine in the room, making one's heart clench.

An old man dressed in a gray robe, with a gloomy and withered face, slowly stepped in.

His eyes were sunken, and his gaze was as sinister as a venomous snake. He swept over the two people in the room, and finally fixed his gaze on Cheng Lingsu. His voice was hoarse and carried a chilling coldness.

"Little girl, hiding here was quite comfortable, but I still managed to find you!"

"Shi Wanchen!"

Cheng Lingsu's expression changed; she never expected that Shi Wanzhen would find this place.

Gu Qianbei frowned slightly upon seeing this.

This person is so rude, he actually kicked down his door right away.

"Hand over the Medicine King's Divine Manual and the Seven Heart Begonia, and I can let you die a quicker death."

Otherwise, you and your young lover will both die!

A sinister smile appeared on Shi Wanzhen's face as he slowly approached, the poisonous gas emanating from his body growing increasingly thick, as if the surrounding air had frozen.

When Shi Wanzhen mentioned her young lover, Cheng Lingsu blushed.

"My relationship with Young Master Gu is not what you think."

This is a personal matter between you and me; there's no need to involve innocent people.

He's a friend of Guo Jing and Huang Rong; if you harm him, you won't leave Xiangyang City alive.

"Um?"

Shi Wanzhen was surprised, not expecting Gu Qianbei to have such a background.

He then sneered twice and said, "Trying to scare me with the names of Guo Jing and Huang Rong? Do you think I'm afraid?"

Even if those two were here today, I still want the Medicine King's Divine Manual and the Seven-Hearted Begonia!

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Wanzhen suddenly attacked, pushing his right palm horizontally, sending a jet-black, poisonous palm strike straight towards Cheng Lingsu.

Wherever the palm strike passed, black spots instantly appeared on the blue bricks on the ground, demonstrating the potency of the poison.

If it were a contest of poison skills, Cheng Lingsu would not be afraid of Shi Wanzhen at all.

But when it comes to martial arts, she's far from skilled.

So, it was too late for her to hide now.

This palm strike was both swift and deadly, and it was about to land on her. A hint of panic flashed in Cheng Lingsu's eyes.

Just then, Gu Qianbei made a move!

With a flash of golden light, Gu Qianbei condensed a golden hand in his left hand and pulled Cheng Lingsu to his side. With his right hand, he unleashed a palm strike, completely dispersing the incoming black palm wind!

"You're beating up my friend on my turf? You really don't respect me at all."