The pungent smell of medicine woke Chen Hongjing up. He looked down and found that he was soaking in a large medicine jar again. He gently turned his body and could stretch flexibly without any pain from breaking his muscles and bones. He then thought about standing up and jumping out of the medicine vat.
"Stay there honestly and don't run around. It will take at least half a stick of incense to steep the potion in this vat. If you dare to leave early, you will be whipped by Master Xu." Gao Zhuli's voice came from the bottom of the vat. .
Chen Hongjing approached the other side, stretched out his little head, looked down and saw that Gao Zhuli was still adding firewood to the bottom, and asked: "Gao Zhuli, the water is hot enough, why don't you add more firewood?" You want to burn me to death. Besides, I’m not injured or hurting, so why do I need to soak it in potion?”
"Hey, yes. There is no injury or pain on your body. You were directly..."
The point I'm telling you both about is about Hong Chi-sun's resurrection. You must seal your mouths tightly and never mention this matter.
Master Gu Tianhai's words suddenly appeared in his mind. Gao Zhuli swallowed what he was about to say, and then said: "You were frightened and fainted by that old Zhao for several days. Why don't you give up quickly? Take a medicinal bath and wake up early."
Having said that, Chen Hongjing sat back honestly. Not soaking in the potion was a small matter, but wasting the money on the medicinal materials was a big deal. If Master Xu found out about it, he would crack the whip a few times and he would not be hurt now. If they were all injured, that would be the biggest thing among the big things.
He put his head in his hands and looked at the eaves outside the door. Has he been unconscious for how many days? He carefully recalled what happened that day. Lao Zhao's two fingers attacked him menacingly, although he seemed to have fainted from fright. However, I always felt that I stood up in a daze and started fighting with my wife. That person seems to be Master Gu Tianhai.
"Bamboo pole, why do I feel that I stood up at that time and had a fight with Master Gu Tianhai. I still vaguely remember pointing at myself and saying something like a stronger soul or a weaker soul. Did you really not hear it? "
The piece of wood that Gao Zhuli wanted to put into the fire stayed for a while, and then he quickly threw the piece of wood into the fire: "The fat man and I were knocked unconscious by that Li Shehu, and we didn't hear anything. . Anyway, after Fatty and I woke up, Old Zhao and the masked man were no longer where they were, and the principal also came."
Chen Hongjing looked down at Gao Zhuli again and confirmed that he could still add firewood for him, so he knew that this thing was very good at this time. He turned to look at the mattress and found Fan Xiaoxi covering himself up and twisting around on his bed.
Chen Hongjing's eyes widened: "Damn it, Fatty, don't you have a bed of your own? Do you have to sleep on my bed?" He then picked up the towel placed by the tank, rolled it up into a ball and threw it towards the Fatty.
The man stopped twisting, lifted up the quilt, and looked at Chen Hongjing in disappointment. Chen Hongjing stared at him and opened his mouth. Gao Zhuliu, who was adding firewood under the jar, covered his mouth and snickered.
"Hey, they said they were brothers. Even I don't recognize the brotherhood after so many years. If I had known better, I would have talked to Liang Siheng more at home and gone to Longhu Mountain to find Zhong Xiaofan and have a chat. I'll do it Why do I have to come to this Licorice Hall to do evil? Even my brothers don’t recognize me. I’m going to leave. Can’t I just leave? Hey, the world is so cold.”
The person who spoke was not Fan Xiaoxi, but Wangai.
"Brother Wangai, why are you here?" Chen Hongjing asked in surprise.
Wang Ai quickly stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "Stop it, stop it. I don't dare to call myself brother-in-law with Chen Shaoxia. This mattress is not even touched. I must not have cared about my brother since I was a child. It's really chilling to my heart. My heart is cold."
Chen Hongjing suddenly felt dizzy. Wangai was really capable. Even if it is a small matter, in his hands, he can sing a song and cry on the stage. Remembering the incident as a child, Liang Siheng wrongly accused Wangai of stealing his candy, but later found out that he had left it in his house and forgotten it.
As a result, in the next few days after this incident, whenever he went out to play, Wang Ai could nag a few words in Liang Siheng's ear. After nagging for a few days, Liang Siheng went back to his parents crying, and then Wangai sewed his little mouth tightly, but he was very happy in his heart.
The best way to shut up Wangai is to divert Dafa. Chen Hongjing was just about to talk to Gao Zhuli about other topics. Gao Zhuli, however, seemed to have a tacit understanding with Chen Hongjing, and was the first to speak: "The fat man is recuperating in his own house, and Ai Ling Jing Cao has been sent to his house. After a few more days of recuperation, Master Song Yuzhang will come to help him. Luo heals his wounds. Also, Senior Sister Gan Muyu is back, but the result doesn’t seem to be that good. It is said that the two villagers who died in the village before were killed by Senior Sister Gan Muyu."
"What on earth is going on?" Chen Hongjing asked.
Wang'ai, who was still muttering aside, immediately closed his mouth and continued Gao Zhuli's words.
"Old Zhao, his real name is Zhao Jishi. He is the two brothers of Zhao Xuanhu, the current head of the Jingmo Pavilion. As for why it happened like this, Master Tang Turing said it was Lao Huangli of their generation. And The soul of Qiu Sumen's grandson Xing Ming was also found in Senior Sister Gan Muyu's body, and the people at Qiu Sumen were notified. At this time, it was also returned to Wang Yidian."
"By the way, Wang Yundian and Lian Yueting are both safe and sound." Gao Zhuli threw the last piece of firewood into the fire, walked to the table, sat down, and took a sip of tea.
Then it became quiet.
"No more?" Chen Hongjing asked.
"No, oh, by the way. If there are no classes in a few days, you can come with me to Fatty's Mansion and see if there is anything I need help with," Gao Zhuli said.
"No, I mean, so many things have happened, and just a few words have been said, what will happen next? What about Senior Sister Gan Muyu, what about Sun Xingming? And what about Lao Zhao?" Chen Hongjing asked road.
Gao Zhuli spread his hands, it has nothing to do with me: "What can we do? Since we are back in school, there is nothing for us to do. We will just go to class honestly and leave the rest to Master and the others."
"Please stay here long enough to burn half a stick of incense. I still have classes, so I'll leave first." As soon as Gao Zhuli left, Wangai followed him with his hind legs.
Chen Hongjing was so frightened that he quickly shouted: "Hey, hey, that's not it. I told you the wrong person. Are you really leaving?"
Wang'ai stopped and said coquettishly: "Oh? In that case, Brother Xiaoxi scolded you so harshly when he was resting on your bed, right? I still have such a place in your heart, right? Don't worry. As a brother, why did you leave like this? I'm going to buy you some delicious food, just wait."
Seeing Wangai humming a little tune and running out in a hurry, Chen Hongjing really wanted to slap him to death. He said this too early, and he was so proud of it.
Suddenly, Chen Hongjing raised his head, "Wait a minute, isn't there anyone who can help me close this door?" What should we do if other senior sisters pass by? ! ! ! !
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The door of Wuchen Pavilion was opened. In the center of the library is a round table and ten chairs. In the middle of the round table is a Tai Chi pattern, and outside is a Bagua elephant. Outside the Bagua elephant are the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and the twenty-four solar terms. One yin and one yang are called the Tao, the change of the four seasons, the five elements corresponding to the internal organs in the human body, the spiritual energy in the twenty-four solar terms, the movement of the spiritual energy in the meridians in the human body, and so on.
The art of Chinese medicine is absolutely inseparable from the things left by these ancestors, but there are so many things left by these ancestors, how can we learn them all? Naturally, there is no end to learning. Otherwise, how could there be such an old saying: Live until you are old and you will learn as you grow old.
But according to this meaning, you can't learn it anyway, so what's the difference between learning and not learning? It's better to live a free and comfortable life. Hey, there is a big difference between learning and not learning. If this knowledge is something that only one generation needs to learn, then it is true that learning is no different than not learning, and it will eventually fail.
But if this knowledge is not only learned by one generation, but by generations and generations of people, then there will be a lot of things learned and it will be of great use. This is why we must learn well what our ancestors left behind.
We cannot bring all the good things and treasures left by our ancestors into the coffin and leave nothing to our descendants. This is absolutely impossible.
The teachings of Chinese medicine must be passed down.
Zhao Xuanhu, the leader of the Jingmo Pavilion of the Three Great University Palace, did not enter the Wuchen Pavilion, but circled around the Wuchen Pavilion with his head lowered, waiting for the arrival of the other hall masters.
The eight hall masters were invited by the Three University Palaces and were heading to the Wuchen Pavilion to discuss the matter together. The matter was undoubtedly Zhao Jishi.
Zhao Xuan circled the pavilion three times, looked up at the top of the pavilion, and muttered: "This method of Chinese medicine should be passed down properly. It is not a big deal to pass it on from generation to generation. How come I am here, there are many difficulties and obstacles. What? I also follow the way of heaven and act step by step."
"Could it be that you are bullying me?"
After a moment, Zhao Xuanhu pointed directly at the top of the pavilion and said, "What? Without saying a word, it proves that you are bullying me."
"I said, Master Zhao, stop asking God. You won't be able to find out why by asking like this."
Zhao Xuanhu didn't need to turn his head to know that the bold voice was Wang Simiao, the master of Lingquan Palace adjacent to his Jingmo Pavilion.
Wearing plain clothes and holding a goose feather fan, although Wang Simiao, the master of the palace, has white hair and is over seventy years old, his eyes are bright and lively, and he walks with his head held high and his chest high. Worse than the younger generation.
"Senior, please don't laugh at junior. We haven't arrived yet, senior, please go in and rest for a while." Zhao Xuanhu cupped his hands and said to Wang Simiao.
Wang Simiao is different from other hall masters. He is a generation older than other hall masters. Therefore, it is reasonable for Zhao Xuanhu to call Wang Simiao his senior. Wang Simiao also prefers others to call him senior rather than palace master. The word "senior" is much more affectionate than the word "hall master".
Wang Simiao shook his head, like a child, walked to Zhao Xuanhu, covered himself and his two big faces with a goose feather fan, and said secretly: "Come on, let's guess, the third one will come Which hall master is it?"
Zhao Xuanhu waved his hand and said: "Senior, we are all role models, how can we still act like children and play with these things. We should use gambling."
Wang Simiao burst out laughing: "It's true what Hall Master Zhao said, so what are we betting on?"
Zhao Xuanhu said: "Bet your jar of Xianjia wine and my piece of Xianyun jade, what do you think, senior?"
When Zhao Xuanhu opened his mouth, Wang Simiao didn't dare to agree immediately. The piece of Xianyun Jade was really a rare treasure, but his jar of Xianjia wine was not cheap. When he went to the Holy Land, how could he Of the ten jars of good wine that I had easily obtained from Saint Jiang, there were only seven jars left. What if I had to give away one jar for such a small bet? This is not equivalent to cutting out one's own heart and soul.
Zhao Xuanhu saw through Wang Simiao's thoughts and asked with a smile: "If after this matter is resolved, senior only needs to take out a jar of Xianjia wine and drink it with me, I will give senior my Immortal Cloud Jade." How are you?"
OK, how could this be bad? Drinking with him means that you also have a drink. It's not a loss if you drink your own Xianjia wine. It's not a loss if you can get that piece of Immortal Cloud Jade. When the time comes to drink, drink 70% to 80% of it by yourself, how wonderful it is.
However, Wang Simiao still showed some hesitation on the outside: "Brother Zhao, let me think about it, let me think about it."
Well, let me hesitate for a few minutes before I pretend to be heartbroken and risk my life to accompany the gentleman. Well, this is a good show that only I can pull off perfectly. Just as Wang Simiao finished stamping his feet, he solemnly spoke: "Well, since Brother Zhao..."
"Oh, Hall Master Zhao, Hall Master Wang, long time no see, long time no see. I shouldn't be the last one to come." Li Zhilan appeared in front of the two of them with a smile.
Zhao Xuanhu shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the bet is over before it even started. Let's do it next time, senior." After that, he went to greet Li Zhilan.
You, Li Zhilan, must have come out to cause trouble on purpose. If you were too late, you would die. The Xianyun Jade Jade that I was almost able to cheat was ruined by you. Now it's better, not only is the treasure gone, but there is no reason to take out the Xianjia wine to drink.
After Li Zhilan finished greeting Zhao Xuanhu, he walked towards Wang Simiao and greeted him. Wang Simiao crossed his arms on his chest, snorted, and walked past Li Zhilan.
Li Zhilan then looked at Zhao Xuanhu: "Who is this senior?"
"It's okay, it's okay. The boss has a child. If he comes out to discuss small matters, he will inevitably have a little temper." Zhao Xuanhu glanced at Wang Simiao secretly and said.
"What a little temper, the weather is dry, you can't talk if you don't want to. Today's young people are really not sensible at all." Wang Simiao said angrily.
"Zhao Xuanhu, you Jingmo Pavilion left a mess on your own, and you still need a meeting, so you want us to help you make suggestions? If I were you, I would abdicate early. I don't mind one person sitting two seats." It was Luo Kui who spoke. The master of the hall is Zhou Moling.
"And you, Wang Simiao. You are so old and you are still not abdicating? If no one in your Lingquan Palace can take the position of master, it will be more difficult for me. One person can sit three."
"Yes, yes, and you, Li Zhilan, if you hadn't been more decisive back then and fought with Zhao Jishi, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many troubles now. How about you fight with him alone now? At most, I'm a little tired, and I can sit four seats by myself. If I'm too busy, we have a lot of talents in Luokui Hall."
He was so majestic when he arrived. After Zhou Moling finished speaking a few words, he turned and left. Can you keep me in this meeting?
