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Chapter 706 A Strong Tangy Vinegar Flavor

Yuan Tiangang's voice was so loud that it could be heard from across the courtyard.

Li Chunfeng, who was assisting a new mother with lactation, flinched at the angry shout.

*Sssshhh*

A stream of milky white milk sprayed directly onto his face.

"It's coming! Let the baby feed quickly."

The palace maids and nurses beside the bed smiled joyfully at the mother as they handed the baby to her.

The mother tenderly accepted her child, her eyes full of affection as she looked at Li Chunfeng. "Thank you, True Man Li. Your hands are truly miraculous."

"Uh, Master is calling me, I'll take my leave!" Li Chunfeng's cheeks flushed as he practically fled.

Thinking of Yuan Tiangang's earlier shout, he didn't even bother to wipe the milk from his face, scurrying back to his master's side. Without daring to look up, he asked in a small voice,

"Master, you were calling for your disciple?"

"I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful disciple! Why didn't you empty the chamber pot this morning!"

Yuan Tiangang raised his hand, intending to strike Li Chunfeng's head, but Fang Er quickly intervened.

"True Man Yuan, please calm your anger. Had that chamber pot not been emptied, you wouldn't even have this bit of hair left to protect."

"Chamber pot?"

"Hair?"

Li Chunfeng raised his head curiously and took a look. Whoa!

His master's beard and eyebrows were gone, and only a wisp of hair as thin as foxtail remained at the back of his head. It also reeked of burning and urine.

"Mas-master, have you witnessed another miracle?" Li Chunfeng knew exactly what had happened without even thinking.

As he looked up, Yuan Tiangang clearly saw the white milk on his face and eyebrows. The elder Yuan immediately flew into a rage.

"Speak! Where did you go fooling around with some man?"

Fang Er: ...

Sun Simiao: ...

What's going on? Li Chunfeng actually had a penchant for that?

A bizarre tale for the ages!

Li Chunfeng was bewildered for a long time, not understanding the meaning of the accusation. He then asked in confusion, "Master, what man?"

Yuan Tiangang trembled with anger, pointing at his face. "What's on your face? You still dare to quibble!"

Li Chunfeng quickly wiped his face. Seeing the milk on his hand, he couldn't recall for a moment, so he stuck out his tongue and tasted it.

Mmm, sweet and milky. He immediately remembered what it was.

"Disciple was giving a massage to help a mother in the Tianying tribe with lactation, and the milk splashed onto my face."

Hahahaha!

Sun Simiao and Fang Er burst into laughter, unable to straighten up.

Yuan Tiangang looked embarrassed.

But then he thought that he had been doused with urine, while his disciple had a face full of milk, and his anger flared even more.

"I'll be damned if I let you help with lactation!"

"Instead of contemplating the heavenly scriptures, you're always lurking around those mothers' nests!"

"You infuriate me, you infuriate me!"

Old Yuan cursed as he grabbed Li Chunfeng and beat him.

Fang Er and Sun Simiao watched speechlessly. This fellow wasn't angry because Li Chunfeng was practicing medicine.

He was clearly just unbalanced!

Forget it. A master hitting a disciple was as natural as a father hitting a son. No one could interfere. The two could only stand aside and watch.

However, Old Yuan had shown restraint. After beating him for a while, he didn't aim for Li Chunfeng's face.

After venting his pent-up frustration, Yuan Tiangang stretched his wrists and walked over to Fang Er.

"Whoa! True Man Yuan, the kid didn't mean it. He was just trying to put out a fire back then. You can't hit me!"

Fang Er retreated quickly, seeing this.

Has this old man gone mad?

"Hahaha, my young friend, what are you saying? How could I be someone who doesn't know good from bad?"

"I just wanted to ask for some guidance on how to make this little rocket."

Yuan Tiangang saw that Fang Er had misunderstood him and quickly explained.

"You nearly scared the life out of me!"

Fang Er walked to the table with a wry smile, picked up the mold filled with the gunpowder paste, and began patting it.

As he worked, he said to Yuan Tiangang,

"True Man Yuan, when shaping the gunpowder column, you need to remove the air bubbles inside."

"Even so, the finished propellant columns still need to be carved and trimmed before they can be used."

"And also, the casing isn't just any old tin bucket you can use."

Yuan Tiangang was initially skeptical, but seeing the occasional bubbles rise to the surface of the gunpowder paste in the mold, he had to admit that he had oversimplified things.

Sun Simiao glanced at Li Chunfeng, who stood dejectedly to the side, unsure whether to leave or stay.

He got up and walked over, giving Li Chunfeng a nudge towards the courtyard gate.

"Go on, continue with your work."

Li Chunfeng wanted to leave but was afraid of angering Yuan Tiangang, so he asked in a small voice, "Master?"

"What master!"

"What, are you that eager for those mothers?"

Yuan Tiangang raised his eyebrows at him. "A cultivator's purpose is to purify the mind, calm the spirit, and comprehend the heavenly dao!"

"Why are you standing there blankly? Can't you see young friend Fang's hands are getting tired from patting?"

"You have no sense of observation, what are you filling your head with?"

Fang Er: ...

"Damn it, why are you scolding your disciple and pulling me into it? When did I say my hands were tired??"

Li Chunfeng walked over, aggrieved, "Duke Fang, please be kind and let this humble Taoist try, or else I don't know when Master's anger will subside."

"Alright, you try." Fang Er had no choice but to step aside, handing the gunpowder mold to him.

Li Chunfeng, mimicking Fang Er, patted the outer shell of the mold with his palms, shaking out the air bubbles from the gunpowder.

The unscrupulous Taoist Yuan Tiangang stood with one hand on his hip, smoking a cigar, showing no intention of letting Li Chunfeng off the hook.

"Harder! Are you not eating?"

Li Chunfeng had no choice but to increase the force of his blows.

However, after just two pats, Yuan Tiangang's voice boomed again.

"With such force, do you intend to break the mold?"

"What, do you use this much force when you help mothers with lactation? Aren't you afraid of bursting them?"

Fang Er: ...

Sun Simiao: ...

Why does this smell like old vinegar?

Li Chunfeng wore a bitter expression, unsure whether to exert force or not, and was momentarily stunned, at a loss.

Seeing Li Chunfeng's inconsistent strength, Fang Er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and looked at Yuan Tiangang.

"True Man Yuan, I have a set of boxing moves here. Are you interested in seeing them?"

Yuan Tiangang looked at Li Chunfeng, who had stopped again. Just as he was about to scold him again, he heard Fang Er's words and looked at him questioningly.

"As far as I know, my young friend, you've only learned horse stance and no boxing or footwork. Where do these boxing moves come from?"

"Ah, it's something I saw others practicing by chance before, and I found it quite interesting, so I remembered it."

After Fang Er explained, he walked to a clearing and began practicing his horse stance.

Having been in the Tang Dynasty for so long, only learning the horse stance was quite a tragic thing.

After settling into his horse stance, he closed his eyes and recalled the Tai Chi he had learned from his master in his past life. Then, he opened his eyes and began to perform the moves.

As he practiced, he felt something different.

With a stable lower body, this set of boxing moves felt even better than when he practiced them in his previous life!