A quarter of an hour later.
Huang Shanhe arrived at Qin Ying's bedroom on time.
After taking a bath and changing clothes, the stench on his body disappeared.
After leaving the dark prison, Lao Huang's appearance was truly visible.
He was dressed in clean black clothes, with white hair all over his head. He was not tall, a little hunched and thin, and looked inconspicuous.
But his eyes flashed from time to time, as if he had infinite power. If you stare at his eyes carefully, you will feel that he is unfathomable.
"Lao Huang, come and sit."
Qin Ying was painting in front of a large picture frame at this time.
Seeing Huang Shanhe coming, he greeted him and pointed to the seat next to him.
Huang Shanhe walked over quietly, not daring to disturb him, and looked at him with some curiosity.
After another half an incense stick of time, Qin Ying's painting was finished with the last stroke, and suddenly a lifelike dragon jumped onto the paper.
The dragon has five claws, flying in the sky, with distinct scales and even and strong lines, especially the details of the dragon head, every hair is clear, giving a vivid and real feeling.
At first glance, it seems that the dragon's mighty power breaks through the paper, as if a living creature jumps out in front of you.
Qin Ying asked casually: "Old Huang, how do you think my real dragon painting compares to the skill of the painting saint Ling Daoxuan?"
Huang Shanhe came closer to take a look, and after careful consideration for a while, he said: "I think your painting skills are comparable to those of the painting saint Ling Daoxuan."
Hearing this, Qin Ying smiled and said: "Tell the truth!"
Old Huang replied: "I have seen Ling Daoxuan painting, and I dare not deceive your highness. In terms of painting skills, you are indeed similar to him, but..."
"But what?" Qin Ying asked.
"Ink!"
"Ink?"
Old Huang explained: "The ink used by Ling Daoxuan is a specially formulated ink. With his amazing painting skills, the masterpieces he painted are like being given vitality, so he is known as the Saint of Painting."
"We don't have this kind of ink in the Han Dynasty. Your Highness's dragon is domineering and lifelike, but it is inferior to the ink."
Hearing this, Qin Ying became interested. He didn't use his whole heart to paint this dragon. He used at most 50% of his painting skills. Even so, he was comparable to Ling Daoxuan, so Qin Ying would win this battle.
"How could the Han Dynasty not even have this kind of ink?" Qin Ying asked with a frown.
Old Huang said: "Some people can mix this kind of ink, but because it is expensive and the Han Dynasty is not interested in writing, no one sells it. Only ordinary ink is used for daily use."
Hearing this, Qin Ying understood.
It's just a simple supply and demand relationship.
No one buys, of course no one sells.
Qin Ying then asked: "Who can mix this kind of ink?"
"Cai Jingzhong." Old Huang replied respectfully.
"Is he in the imperial capital?"
"Yes, in the imperial capital."
"Come here!" Qin Ying shouted to the outside of the door.
The guard hurried in.
"Go and invite Cai Jingzhong to the palace, and tell him that this prince is looking for him. There will be a big reward after the success."
"Yes!" The guard hurried out of the palace.
After the guard left, Old Huang knelt down slowly: "Your Highness, please punish me."
Qin Ying looked strange, "What did you do wrong, why should I punish you."
"As a servant, I talked back to my master, which is a taboo and should be punished."
Old Huang said expressionlessly.
"It's not your fault, it's mine." Qin Ying looked embarrassed.
Old Huang talked back
just to ask him not to indulge in alcohol and sex too much, so as not to hurt his body, and he was locked up in the prison.
This is a perfect match!
To be honest, Qin Ying wanted to give the former Ninth Prince a slap in the face.
"Your Highness, you asked me to come here to cultivate your inner Qi?" Old Huang had already guessed something. After all, he was not blind. Qin Ying had already shown great interest in the Heavenly Prison.
"That's right. Old Huang, what kind of martial arts are you practicing? You are still so vigorous at such an old age?" Qin Ying was most interested in this.
According to memory, Old Huang was at least eighty years old. At such an old age, it is hard to say whether he could walk in modern times, but Old Huang's move in the Heavenly Prison really shocked Qin Ying.
Isn't this much better than those powerful pills?
Old Huang explained: "Your Highness, I practiced the family's unique martial arts, Guiyuan Wuji Gong. Practicing with a boy's body, cutting off worldly desires, you can achieve great success in thirty years, enter the realm of a grandmaster, and have the courage of ten thousand men."
As he said, Old Huang took out a wrinkled secret book from his arms.
"Neijia Zhenqi can not only strengthen the body, but also prevent all diseases and prolong life."
After Qin Ying took it, he glanced at it for a few times and hesitated, "Practicing martial arts with a virgin body? Old Huang, you are so old, you are not still..."
Old Huang grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
Qin Ying was frightened.
In order to practice martial arts, he even gave up this?
Old Huang is a ruthless man.
Qin Ying couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment on his face.
He is not a virgin, and he is asked to give up desire in order to practice martial arts? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?
What fun is there in this life?
Seeing what Qin Ying was thinking, Old Huang
hurriedly said: "If Your Highness practices, even if you are not a virgin, you can still practice, but you can't reach the highest level."
Hearing this, Qin Ying slapped his thigh and laughed: "I am not interested in becoming a peerless master, as long as I can be a tough guy."
After that, he asked tentatively: "Old Huang, can you meet this request?"
Old Huang looked kindly, nodded and smiled: "This is definitely not a problem. I will open up your meridians, and then use the Guiyuan Wuji mental method to regulate your body, and I will make sure that Your Highness's wish comes true."
"Okay!"
Qin Ying immediately said: "Old Huang, then I'll trouble you."
Old Huang nodded immediately, and his eyes narrowed with laughter.
It's a great thing that Your Highness is willing to practice.
In the past, he tried his best to persuade Qin Ying, even kneeling down, but Qin Ying refused to practice. Now he takes the initiative to ask for practice, which is a great change.
It seems that Your Highness has really changed.
Old Huang said: "Your Highness, shall we start?"
Qin Ying nodded, his eyes expectant.
Old Huang stretched out his dry palm from under his black robe, put two fingers together, and tapped Qin Ying's chest like lightning.
Qin Ying trembled all over, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. The acupoints that were hit felt warm and comfortable.
"Your Highness, this kung fu is called Zhixuanjin, which is a kung fu of acupuncture. It has infinite uses. Do you want to learn it?"
Old Huang struck while the iron was hot and wanted Qin Ying to learn more.
"Acupuncture?" Qin Ying nodded, "It seems to be a good kung fu. You can learn it."
Old Huang was overjoyed.
Next.
Old Huang kept hitting the acupuncture points on Qin Ying's body with lightning speed. Every time he made a move, Qin Ying would feel
a warm current entering the body, and finally gathered at the two positions of the abdomen and the midline of the back.
When the warm current became hot, Qin Ying's body seemed to be opened, and a feeling of exhilaration that he had never experienced swept over his body, and he couldn't help but shouting happily.
"The meridians in the whole body are unblocked. Your Highness will soon feel the true energy flowing in the body if you practice according to the Guiyuan Wuji mental method."
Old Huang looked a little tired, the brilliance in his eyes was also restrained, and his voice was a little hollow.
"I am a little tired, so I will take my leave first."
After saying that, Old Huang left the palace.
The warm current that Qin Ying felt just now was actually Old Huang's internal force breaking through the blockage.
To open up the meridians in the whole body for a person who has never practiced martial arts, this is a very laborious task.
Only a great master like Old Huang can make Qin Ying feel comfortable without pain.
However, this is nothing.
As long as it is good for Qin Ying's body, he will be very happy.
After Old Huang left, Qin Ying couldn't wait to sit cross-legged, put the "Guiyuan Wuji Gong" on his knees, and began to practice according to the method in it.
Half an hour later.
Qin Ying felt more energetic than ever before.
This is the benefit of internal Qi!
The effect is ten times stronger than modern advanced medical treatment.
Unfortunately, it was lost in the 21st century, and I don't know how many male compatriots are crying without tears.
Qin Ying only felt that he had great strength in his body at this moment, and his spirit and energy reached the peak.
Just at this time, Liu Yunxian's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Lord Huang asked me to come here, saying that you are looking for it."
Qin Ying's face was overjoyed.
The one who knows me is Old Huang!