He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 55 Is this called "pushing the uterus to pass blood"?

There are still twenty-odd points to go.

Based on past experience, it should be able to upgrade tomorrow.

Furthermore, judging from the previous performance during the job upgrades, the job skills will definitely be significantly enhanced.

While it may be difficult to master the Four Books and Five Classics within two months, it is not impossible.

As for why he participated in the children's examination,

Qin Chuan naturally had his own plans.

The Iron Hands Gang is not a good place.

Gangs are gangs; they're all about interests, not loyalty.

They appreciate you today because you're useful, but if something goes wrong tomorrow, they'll just throw you out to take the fall.

His involvement with the Iron Hands gang was merely a stopgap measure.

If one can truly achieve something in the imperial examinations, and obtain a proper academic title, it will be a different status and a different path.

Moreover, fame and official rank, as long as it is not in a chaotic era, can be a protective charm.

With official rank and title, the government will protect you, the local gentry will respect you, and ordinary people will dare not offend you...

No matter how powerful the Iron Hands Gang's reputation is, it seems they can't outdo the government at present.

Of course, we have to take things one step at a time.

The most important thing right now is to advance my career as a scholar, master the Four Books and Five Classics, and pass the preliminary and county examinations in two months.

......

Around noon,

Qin Chuan returned to Aunt Liu's house.

Liu Dingzheng was squatting at the kitchen door, brewing medicine, and idly fanning himself with a tattered palm-leaf fan.

Seeing Qin Chuan enter, he immediately looked up, grinned, and said, "Oh! You're back? Your medicine is ready, it's being warmed up!"

The bone-strengthening and blood-activating powder that Qin Chuan bought in the south of the city last time has long been finished.

A few days ago, when he went to put up the posters, he also stopped by that pharmacy to get a few more prescriptions.

However, his money was almost gone, and he needed to find a way to earn some more; he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

Qin Chuan closed the door and went into the kitchen. Just as he was about to take his medicine, he caught a glimpse of Liu Ding standing beside him, a wide grin spreading across his face, his eyebrows twitching.

He looked like a cat that had just stolen some fish, his whole being screaming, "I have something good to show off."

Qin Chuan put down the medicine bowl and glanced at him sideways: "What good thing happened to you today? You look like you found a fortune."

Liu Ding was just waiting for these words, so he immediately leaned over, rubbed his hands together, and lowered his voice: "Hehe, I have some great news to tell you! My internal injuries are almost healed! I can help you with 'blood circulation' now."

"Oh?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow, showing no excitement.

"Really! I'm not kidding!" Liu Ding exclaimed anxiously, thinking Qin Chuan didn't believe him. He slapped his thigh, "Yesterday I could only muster a fraction of my strength, but this morning when I woke up, I felt that tightness in my chest that had been there for ten days suddenly dissipate. I secretly tried it, and I can already channel my energy into my palms!"

As he spoke, he extended his right hand and clenched his fist in front of Qin Chuan, making a few cracking sounds with his knuckles.

Qin Chuan looked at him without saying a word.

Liu Ding blushed under his gaze, but without arguing, he turned and walked towards the pile of junk.

In the corner of that pile of broken tables, chairs, and rotten planks, a piece of wood as thick as a thigh still leaned against the wall.

It was the same one that had made him lose face last time.

Liu Ding bent down, grabbed the thick piece of wood with one hand, took a deep breath, and mustered all his strength.

But just as he was about to lift it up,

He suddenly paused, as if something had crossed his mind.

He slowly put the thick piece of wood back, moving it quietly, like a thief.

Qin Chuan held the medicine bowl, his lips twitching slightly.

Liu Ding pretended nothing had happened, quickly picked up a piece of wood about the thickness of an arm from the side, picked it up, put it on the ground, took two steps back, and assumed a horse stance.

He took a deep breath, his chest puffing out, then raised an eyebrow at Qin Chuan, signaling him to watch closely.

"ha!"

The palm struck down cleanly and decisively.

"Click—"

The arm-thick piece of wood shattered with a crack, exploding into three or four pieces, sending wood chips flying and scattering all over the ground.

Liu Ding withdrew his palm, stood up straight, let out a long breath, turned to look at Qin Chuan, his mouth almost stretched to his ears, his face saying "How about it, are you convinced or not?"

Qin Chuan looked down at the few pieces of broken wood on the ground, then looked up at Liu Ding, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Weren't you supposed to chop up the one as thick as a thigh?"

Liu Ding's smug expression froze for a moment, then he waved his hand and shouted confidently, "Your injuries aren't fully healed yet! Once you're fully healed, I'll chop you down with a thigh as thick as mine!"

As he spoke, he clapped the sawdust off his hands and leaned closer: "Now you believe me? You believe I can 'pull the uterus and clear the blood' for you! Hurry up and drink the medicine, come over here and get your acupuncture set up. Today I'll show you my skills."

Despite Liu Ding's enthusiastic invitation, Qin Chuan did not act immediately.

He held the medicine bowl, glanced at Liu Ding, and recalled the scene when this man touched him all over his body during the last "bloodletting" procedure. He felt that something was not quite right.

He put down the medicine bowl, not in a hurry to drink it, but instead asked, "Tell me first, what exactly is the principle behind 'pushing the uterus to release blood'?"

"Principle? What principle?" Liu Ding blinked, looking blank, not understanding the meaning of the word.

"So, what are you planning to do later?" Qin Chuan changed his approach and patiently explained.

"Oh!" Liu Ding suddenly realized, slapped his thigh, and gestured excitedly, "When you're practicing your stance, I put my hands on your body and channel my energy into your body to help you digest the medicinal effects and accelerate the flow of blood and qi. This way, you can clearly feel what your qi and blood feel like, which is much more effective than just standing there like an idiot for ten or fifteen days! Didn't I tell you, that's how that martial arts master helped me back then?"

As Qin Chuan listened, he gradually understood.

This involves channeling one's own energy into another's body to help digest the medicinal properties and stimulate blood circulation.

It's similar to helping someone open up their Ren and Du meridians in a martial arts novel.

However, this doesn't sound like something just anyone can do.

The key to applying force is precision. Too much force can damage someone's meridians, while too little force has no effect. Only by applying the right amount of force can one "guide the flow of qi".

This is not a job that can be done simply by having strength.

Qin Chuan glanced at Liu Ding and, unusually, praised him, "Your control over your strength is quite refined. I reckon most people couldn't do that."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ding paused for a moment, blinked, and asked, "Huh? What do I control?"

Qin Chuan was also taken aback, frowned, and asked, "Control your strength?"

"Why would I need to control my strength?" Liu Ding asked, looking completely bewildered.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath: "Weren't you going to help me 'circulate blood'?"

"I'm here to help you 'circulate blood through the uterus'!" Liu Ding nodded matter-of-factly.

"Then why aren't you controlling your strength?" Qin Chuan's voice was already a little tense.

"Huh?" Liu Ding scratched his head. "Do I need to control my internal energy? That martial arts master never mentioned this to me. I thought I could just transfer the energy into your body like pouring water, right?"

Qin Chuan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

I laughed in exasperation!

He looked at Liu Ding and replied, word by word.

"This isn't 'pushing the uterus to release blood,' this is 'murder'!"