He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 80 Maybe you should take less medicine.

That's right!

Qin Chuan planned to disguise Liu Ding.

Thus,

He no longer needs to hide.

Qin Chuan picked out a pale yellow ointment from the jar, rubbed it in his palm, and looked up at Liu Ding: "Close your eyes."

Liu Ding blinked and shrank back, "Explain yourself clearly first. What do you mean by 'change my face'? You don't mean you want to slash my face with a knife, do you?"

He covered his face with his hand, staring warily at what Qin Chuan was holding. "Let me tell you, even though I'm being hunted by the Iron Hand Gang right now, it doesn't have to come to the point of ruining my face, does it?"

Qin Chuan looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you think I look like someone who would use a knife?"

"Yes, it's similar," Liu Ding answered decisively.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath and squeezed out two words: "Close your eyes."

Liu Ding hesitated for a moment, then finally obediently closed his eyes, but his mouth didn't stop: "If you turn me into an ugly monster, I'll never forgive you. You know, I, Liu Ding, have been considered a handsome young man for miles around since I was a child. Girls who want to marry me have practically worn down my doorstep."

"If you say another word, I'll draw your butt on a monkey's backside," Qin Chuan interrupted him.

Liu Ding immediately shut his mouth.

Qin Chuan applied the rubbed ointment to Liu Ding's face.

Liu Ding had his eyes closed, but his mouth couldn't help moving again.

"It feels a bit cold and a little itchy."

"Could you be a little gentler?"

"Why are your hands so rough? They're making my face hurt."

"—Ugh!"

......

Qin Chuan casually plucked a clump of grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

The world is finally quiet!

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qin Chuan finally stopped.

He took two steps back, tilted his head to examine it, and nodded slightly.

Hmm, with thick eyebrows, a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and a black mole under his left eye, he looked like an old laborer who had been carrying bags at the dock for twenty years.

Although her figure is still somewhat similar to before, it is obviously impossible to tell from her face alone.

"Alright, open your eyes."

Qin Chuan put down what he was holding.

Liu Ding eagerly opened his eyes, spat out the grass tufts from his mouth, grabbed the bronze mirror on the table, and leaned closer to take a look.

An unfamiliar face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

"This...this is me?"

Liu Ding reached up and touched his face.

"Of course it's you." Qin Chuan leaned against the table, arms crossed. "Could it be me?"

Liu Ding looked at it from left to right, turning it over and over, and the more he looked, the more curious he became: "With this face, does that mean I don't have to hide from the Iron Hand Gang all the time? Can I go out on the street now?"

Qin Chuan glanced at him and replied, "You can go out, but your makeup can't get wet, and you can't rub it off too much if you sweat, otherwise it will come off."

Liu Ding nodded repeatedly, looking in the bronze mirror, touching his eyebrows and cheekbones.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan asked again, "When do you plan to go back?"

"Go back?" Liu Ding didn't react for a moment, but then he understood. "Go back to what? It's very far from here to Huizhou. The mountains are high and the roads are long and dangerous. I don't have any money on me right now. I'd better wait for them to come and pick me up. Anyway, the letter has already been sent out, so it should be soon."

"That works too." Qin Chuan nodded without saying anything more.

He took out the celadon bottle from his pocket and handed it to Liu Ding. "By the way, have you ever taken this Qi and Blood Pill? Give me some advice."

Liu Ding put down the bronze mirror, took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, brought it to his nose and sniffed it, then poured out a grain and examined it in his palm for a moment.

It was a dark red pill, about the size of a little fingertip, with a faint sheen of oil on its surface. It had a strong medicinal aroma, with a bittersweet scent reminiscent of ginseng.

"Hey, this is good stuff, but the quality doesn't look that great." Liu Ding put the pills back into the bottle. "This stuff is perfect for beginners. I've taken it twice before, but that was it."

Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. This person's family didn't seem to be unable to afford these Qi and Blood Pills. He asked, "Twice? Why didn't you take more?"

Liu Ding handed the porcelain bottle back and shook his head: "The martial arts master who taught me said that it's not good to consume too much of this kind of external substance. Using it occasionally can help break through bottlenecks and replenish deficiencies in qi and blood, which is a good thing. But if you consume it every few days, your body will get used to relying on external forces to stimulate your qi and blood, and you'll easily turn your body into a medicine pot, which is not good for your future development."

"External things are ultimately just external things. If you consume too much of them, you'll easily become dependent on them. Eventually, you'll lack the willpower to cultivate independently, and when you encounter a hurdle, you'll want to rely on medicine to get through it. What's the point of cultivating martial arts then?"

Qin Chuan nodded, indicating that he already knew.

"However," Liu Ding changed the subject, "in my opinion, what that martial arts master said is pure nonsense."

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

Liu Ding shoved the porcelain bottle into Qin Chuan's hand, looking dismissive: "With our aptitude, reaching the Blood Condensation Realm is enough. Why think about anything else? What's with all this talk about being a medicine pot or not, or about future prospects? It's like we can actually reach some high level."

"So," he patted Qin Chuan on the shoulder, looking like a seasoned veteran, "take the medicine if you have it, enjoy the good fortune if you have it, don't think about those other things. External dependence? Willpower? Those are just excuses for people who can't improve. If you really hit a bottleneck and can take a pill to break through it, that's real skill. Alright, enough talk, hurry up and take one, then come with me to the courtyard to practice martial arts."

Qin Chuan nodded, uncorked the bottle, and poured out a dark red Qi and Blood Pill.

He glanced at it, then without further hesitation, tilted his head back and put the pill into his mouth.

After swallowing the pill, I didn't feel anything at first.

Qin Chuan stood up and followed Liu Ding into the courtyard.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, a warm feeling suddenly rose from his lower abdomen, as if someone had lit a lamp in his dantian. The warmth slowly spread outward, reaching his waist, chest, and limbs, and finally even his fingertips and soles felt slightly hot.

Qin Chuan paused, looking down at his hands.

My palms were faintly red, and the veins were more visible than usual. I could vaguely feel the blood surging under my skin, with a powerful, bulging sensation.

"You felt it?" Liu Ding stood in the courtyard.

"Mmm," Qin Chuan responded, flexing his fingers.

"Then don't just stand there." Liu Ding took two steps back, standing in the center of the courtyard with his legs slightly apart and his hands hanging naturally at his sides. "The Deer Form also has twelve postures. Let me tell you about breathing first. The breathing in the Deer Form is different from that in the Tiger Form. The Tiger Form is deep, fierce, and short, with exhalation driving the force when exerting power; the Deer Form is light, long, and continuous, emphasizing 'breath not leaving the mouth, but flowing through the fascia'..."

As they were talking, Liu Ding began practicing the Twelve Forms of the Deer. Qin Chuan originally planned to wait until Liu Ding finished practicing before he started, but the heat in his body prompted him to start now.

next moment,

Qin Chuan also directly activated the scholar's professional skill "A Flash of Inspiration"!

He then stepped forward, stood behind Liu Ding, and began to practice.

Liu Ding then noticed the commotion behind him.

At first, he didn't pay much attention, thinking that Qin Chuan was simply imitating his movements.

After all, beginners all look at their master's gourd and try to copy it themselves. If they can copy it to be seven-tenths similar, they are considered to have talent.

He went through the same thing back then.

But soon,

Liu Ding then realized something was wrong.

Qin Chuan imitated more than just his movements.

The rhythm of his breathing, and those key points he casually mentioned,

"If you don't breathe out, the breath will travel through the fascia."

When landing, place the outer side of your foot first, then the inner side.

"The waist and hips should not be locked; they should flow like water."

......

He was just practicing while explaining, but Qin Chuan remembered it all and did it all.

As I watched,

Liu Ding suddenly felt,

wrong!

This kid...

They even have room to spare!

Liu Ding subconsciously sped up.

He wanted to see where Qin Chuan's limits were.

With a change in his footwork, Liu Ding's figure began to flit about in the courtyard, like a real deer—light, swift, and elusive.

His steps appeared chaotic, but in fact they contained a hidden method; each step was in rhythm, and each step resonated perfectly with his breathing.

Qin Chuan followed.

Liu Ding's speed increased by one point, and Qin Chuan's speed also increased by one point; Liu Ding's footwork became more complex, and Qin Chuan's imitation became more accurate.

......

Until the eighth move was practiced!

Qin Chuan then stopped and closed his eyes.

Liu Ding looked at him and temporarily stopped.

Even if he's slow on the uptake, he's finally realized it.

It seems it's not that I taught him well, but rather that this kid's aptitude for martial arts is truly astonishing!

He's a prodigy!

After a while,

Qin Chuan opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and looked up to see Liu Ding looking at him with an extremely complicated expression.

He looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Liu Ding did not answer immediately, but instead let out a long sigh and slowly said,

"How about we take less medicine in the future?"