One night later, Zhang Ling slowly opened his eyes with the sound of small and broken sounds, and a low sound lingered in his ears. It was the chirping of birds outside the house in the early morning. He could still hear it clearly at this moment, and the faint feeling was still in his mouth. Fresh fragrance.
After walking out of the room, Zhang Ling stretched and punched a few times unconsciously. After breakfast, he continued to practice several sets of punches he had learned from the book given to him by the old man in white robes. They were also very basic and were mostly used by beginners to solidify their foundation.
After two hours of fighting, Zhang Jingqian led Zhang Ling to a medicinal field. Although Zhang Ling did not understand pharmacology, he also knew a lot of medicinal materials. The medicinal herbs in the medicinal field were distinct, including red peony root, ginger of magnolia bark, Huoxiang, Bai Kou... … Various herbs with different effects are planted separately according to their characteristics.
In fact, Zhang Ling has been here before. After all, he is a businessman. He doesn't even know what kind of industries he owns, so he will be laughed at.
But Zhang Ling didn't understand why he was suddenly brought to the medicinal field. He glanced at Zhang Jingqian and saw Zhang Jingqian manipulating the medicinal herbs.
"Brother, why did you bring me here suddenly?"
Zhang Jingqian stopped playing with the herbs and looked at Zhang Ling: "I brought you here to teach you medicine."
Zhang Ling said: "Shouldn't I be taught martial arts? Why are you suddenly learning medicine? Besides, I don't like this either." He kicked a stone next to his feet, not interested in it.
Zhang Jingqian didn't answer. He leaned there with an expressionless face. He didn't know what he was thinking. Just as Zhang Ling was about to reach out and poke him, Zhang Jingqian suddenly looked up at him with a serious look on his face: "This... you must learn it, otherwise, you will be in trouble in the future." There’s trouble.”
Zhang Ling was also surprised by Zhang Jingqian's sudden change of expression, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. This was also the first time he saw Zhang Jingqian like this, so he just nodded slightly to express his agreement.
Later, Zhang Jingqian led Zhang Ling to learn about herbs and their uses in the medicine field. Every detail was explained in great detail, and Zhang Ling could write it down as long as he said it once. At this moment, Zhang Ling discovered that the so-called review Don’t forget. Hearing and remembering is not an exaggeration. As long as your mental strength is strong enough, you can remember some ordinary words in one go.
It wasn't until the evening that Zhang Jingqian stopped talking. Zhang Ling was already a little impatient. Although he remembered most of it, he still couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Learning these things is a very boring thing. I really can't believe it. I used to endorse it day and night, how did I survive it?
In the next few days, in addition to practicing martial arts as usual, Zhang Ling was forced to memorize pharmacological knowledge related to medicinal herbs, or some prescriptions for cases, and sometimes followed Zhang Jingqian to the medical clinic to study.
After all, fame is worse than seeing him. Because Zhang Jingqian is famous, many people will always come to see him. Most of them have ordinary ailments, but occasionally there are some strange diseases. However, Zhang Jingqian's medical skills are so superb that ordinary diseases can be treated with just one treatment. He was cured immediately with just a few injections, and was praised by countless people. He was called the "living master", while Zhang Ling watched from the sidelines.
Just because Zhang Jingqian did this, the business of other medical clinics was bleak, and many people came directly to see him. Just because Zhang Jingqian said that anyone who wanted to learn medicine could come to observe and learn, all the people who came to him immediately changed their minds. , with a flattering look on his face. In the past few days, all the medical clinics in Luochuan County were almost closed except for this one. Everyone came here, wanting to learn Zhang Jingqian's medical skills.
Before the hospital opened, there were many people waiting in front of the hospital in the morning just to get a good seat.
Zhang Ling said with disdain: "As for it?"
After hearing what Zhang Ling said, everyone glared at him, looking at Zhang Ling as if they were enemies, almost wanting to cut him into pieces.
Zhang Jingqian also stepped forward to help. After hearing that Zhang Ling was Zhang Jingqian's younger brother, many people began to please him, and the intention was really obvious. Zhang Ling was very disdainful in his heart and didn't care. This is the human heart. Advantages drive disadvantages. , people who have nothing to do with him always only think about their own interests, and Zhang Ling thinks that the same is true for himself.
Then it was another busy and boring day. After everyone left, Zhang Ling yawned tiredly. He looked at Zhang Jingqian again, who was packing the medicine cabinet, still looking full and not tired at all.
Zhang Ling asked: "Brother, you've been busy all day, aren't you tired?"
Zhang Jingqian packed up the hospital, smiled, and said, "For me, these are just commonplace things. If you are tired, go back and rest first."
Zhang Ling asked again: "Aren't you going back?"
Zhang Jingqian looked at the medicine cabinet and said, "I haven't replenished the medicine for the past few days when I've been treating people. I'm going to ask someone to send some medicine over."
So Zhang Ling returned to the clan mansion alone. His energy was almost exhausted. After returning to the room, he fell asleep.
Tonight is different. For Zhang Ling, whether to continue to stay in Luochuan or to set foot in the world, in this dream, even he himself does not know the true function of the eye of the heart.
Unknowingly, Zhang Ling, who was lying on the bed, fell into a trance. White light gradually lit up in front of his eyes, becoming more and more dazzling, and his consciousness returned to himself.
Then Zhang Ling saw a child suddenly appear in front of him. He had pink cheeks and was very cute. He looked like he was only four or five years old. The child was sitting on his knees on the ground. There was a chessboard in front of him, with black and white pieces in a bowl. Place them on both sides of the chessboard.
Zhang Ling was a little confused at this moment, frowning, and asked the child: "Where is this?"
The child said: "In your dream."
"In a dream? It's quite real." Zhang Ling waved his arms consciously as he spoke. His consciousness was clear and he was completely under his control.
The child then explained: "This is not an ordinary dream, because you have practiced the mind's eye."
The kid paused, then slowly said: "So it should be called Heart Dream,"
"Are you going to play chess?" Zhang Ling also looked at the chessboard.
The child nodded and motioned for Zhang Ling to sit down: "You go first."
Zhang Ling looked at the chess pieces in front of him, and naturally knew that the black piece would go first, and he had learned Go before, but since there was no one to play chess with him, he naturally lost interest. At this moment, I am also thinking: I haven’t done it for so long, I wonder if it will work?
Zhang Ling did not hesitate, but since he knew that this was a dream, this child could not be as simple as being only a few years old.
Zhang Ling lowered his hand, and his first hand landed directly on the star position in the lower right corner. This was also the most commonly used method in the past, standing on the star position.
Just after Zhang Ling made the move, Xiaotong didn't hesitate at all and directly used a small black corner, starting with a three-six, which was the best corner attack.
Zhang Ling also immediately stood on the middle and lower star positions. It had been too long and he couldn't stand at all. He just remembered that standing on the star positions was very important.
But within a few moves, he was at the end of his rope. On the other hand, Xiaotong was still calm and composed, his shots were very steady, and he pressed forward step by step. Within a few moves, Zhang Ling was defeated.
