He wanted Zhao Ping to take revenge for his family and wife.
He had a beautiful and gentle wife.
Too bad she's gone now.
When he was just over eighteen, his family found a match for him.
The woman is only sixteen years old, gentle and beautiful.
That's when tragedy struck.
When the two of them entered the bridal chamber, the Hu's security guard came to the door and said that the woman's first night was in his hands.
In an extremely brutal manner, he pulled Hou Ping out of bed and raped his new wife in front of him.
His wife couldn't bear it and Ling Ru hanged herself.
Hou Ping looked for an opportunity to kill the Hu Baochang.
However, his family was retaliated by the Hu people. More than ten members of the family were dragged to death by the Hu people with horses. He was the only one who escaped.
Hearing that Zhaojiazhuang was recruiting soldiers, he decided to become a soldier to avenge his family.
Zhao Ping nodded and said: "There are many people like you in Zhaojiazhuang. The purpose of my military training is to kill all the barbarians in the world and avenge the Han people."
Hou Ping used a tin trumpet to tell the sergeants in the audience about his tragic life experiences and the brutality of the Hu people.
Speaking of the painful part, he cried while continuing to tell the sergeants in the audience about his tragic experience, which caused the audience to burst into tears. Many soldiers asked to tell about their similar or tragic experiences with the Hu people.
Zhao Ping selected a few typical representatives and asked them to tell their tragic experiences among the Hu people through the loudspeaker, which caused the soldiers in the audience to cry one after another.
Cuizhu, Zhao Long, and Wang Guo'er cried so hard that even Zhao Ping's sleeves were wet by Cuizhu.
Zhao Pingyuan originally wanted to arrange for a few people to complain about the brutality of the Hu people, but he did not expect that some soldiers in his security team would take the initiative to complain, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Xi Xing looked at Cuizhu, who was still crying beside Zhao Ping, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations to the young man, your morale can be used."
Zhao Ping nodded, took out the "Da Song Zhonghua News", pointed to Xi Xing's poem "Changzhou Yin Liu Farewell" published on it, and said: "Xi Zhubu's writing style is good, and some poems have been published in the newspaper."
Xi Xing was puzzled. He had never shown this poem in front of Zhao Ping.
I wonder how Zhao Ping knew about this?
It turns out that Zhao Ping found this poem from "Selected Poems of Previous Students" published by the County School.
There is also a poem by Zhao Ping called "Looking at the Tide of Changyuan". Both poems have their own merits and have been well received by the editor-in-chief's mother.
My mother now lives a carefree life and feels that just teaching Li Hanmei, Xi Lingzhu, and Jiang Ying is not enough to pass the time.
It happened that Zhao Ping said he wanted to start a newspaper, and since she loved literature, she immediately took the editorship in her hands.
Naturally, her three disciples and her maid Qiu Shuang became assistants. They studied piano and worked as editors at the same time, and their lives were quite fulfilling.
Zhao Ping recited Xixing's poem while congratulating Xixing: "This newspaper has been sent to brothels, restaurants, teahouses and county schools in Changyuan, Yongchuan, and Dazu. By then, students and everyone in Changzhou will know I wrote this poem in the master's book. Moreover, you can get both fame and fortune from washing the master's book. You can also polish your pen by publishing poems and articles in newspapers and periodicals. You can get one hundred words from washing the master's book to polish your pen."
There was such a good thing. After being stunned for a moment, Xi Xing became even more happy and congratulated Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping pointed to the scene in front of him of the soldiers crying with a trumpet, and said: "Wash the master's book, such a touching scene, can you describe it in writing?"
Xi Xing nodded, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, raised his hands and said, "That's exactly what I meant. The barbarians are so cruel that I can punish them with pen!"
Zhao Ping laughed loudly: "With the magic pen of washing the master's book, the morale of the people can be used."
Zhao Ping took the tin trumpet and said to everyone in the audience: "I have good news for you. The third issue of Zhaojiazhuang's "Da Song Zhonghua News" has been published. It contains your favorite "Yue Fei Biography". You may wish to read Grandpa Yue. How to kill the barbarians until they are pissed off. Everyone above the fire chief must go to Xi Zhubu to get a copy of the newspaper and read it to the sergeant in the fire. If you don't understand, ask Xi Zhubu for advice."
Xixing nodded happily, immediately raised his hands and said, "Young Master, I obey."
Back in the backyard, her mother asked Zhao Ping to come to her room and said to Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, why do you feel that your feet are getting more and more red and swollen? It seems that the swelling and pain have not gone away."
Zhao Ping was anxious and came to his mother: "Mother, why didn't you tell me earlier? Let the child see the situation."
Cuizhu found a stool, asked her mother to sit down, and then rolled up her trousers. Her mother exposed her ivory-like delicate and slender white feet. In contrast to her snow-white skin, the sole of her right foot was really red and swollen, and it was even worse than normal. The place is more than twice as big.
It seems that my mother’s inflammation has not gone away.
Use Yunnan Baiyao, bone-setting water, and safflower oil to reduce swelling.
But I am not a doctor, what should I do?
Moreover, if your security team goes to the battlefield, they will also need to be treated for knife wounds and arrow wounds.
In fact, only a few people died on the battlefield.
Most of them die due to lack of timely treatment.
As a result, the combat effectiveness of the troops was greatly reduced.
And these people who have passed through the battlefield are experienced veterans.
It's not something that those new recruits can compare to.
It seems that I have to set up a wartime medical clinic or hospital.
The next day, Zhao Ping prepared ten carts of gifts.
There are flower fairy soap, fairy medicine soap, fine wine and jade liquor, drunken spring breeze green tea and other items that Zhaojiazhuang has to offer.
Accompanied by Zhao Jie, his son and others, they set off towards Chunyang Cave in a mighty manner.
Zhao Ping usually has people give these gifts in the name of incense from time to time.
But today is different. This is my own return to thank you.
Now that I have completely cured my body, my appearance and height have also changed dramatically.
Especially his appearance has changed from being ugly to a boy who looks at least passable.
Although Tai Chi has many effects.
But it is undeniable that the last learning from Lu Zu was of great use.
Especially mobile phones and later generations of crops.
Chunyang Cave.
He is indeed a monk.
Although the clothes are brand new.
But Meng Jinglong didn't care about the property Zhao Ping brought.
Instead, he fell in love with Zhao Ping's "Tai Chi", "Tai Chi Sword" and "Tai Chi Internal Skills".
These are originally Taoist boxing and sword internal skills.
But he kept complaining in his heart.
Why had his master never taught him this?
Instead, Zhao Ping took advantage.
While envious of Zhao Ping, he had serious doubts about his qualifications.
But there was a smile on his face and he looked at Zhao Ping carefully.
Then he nodded and said: "Sure enough, the Grandmaster was right. His appearance and temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes. It seems that he got the true inheritance from the Grandmaster and created many immortal objects from the Immortal Family."
Meng Jinglong took Zhao Ping to Luzu Cave Hall.
The two of them knelt down together at the statue of Lu Zu and respectfully kowtowed three times and bowed nine times.
He only heard Meng Jinglong say: "Reporting to the Patriarch, my disciples have been searching for a long time, and finally found your disciple Zhao Ping. After many rounds of assessments, Zhao Ping has the qualifications to inherit the mantle. Please allow the Patriarch to approve Zhao Ping." Become a formal disciple."
It turns out that he is now an official disciple.
The two congratulated each other.
After coming out, Meng Jinglong looked at Zhao Ping's gift, stroking his beard and asked, "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. As an elder of my sect, I should speak out when I have something to say. I should share my worries."
Zhao Ping thought for a while and said: "Master Meng, I have accepted a few lay disciples, and I hope the master will approve them."
Meng Jinglong looked in the direction of Zhaojiazhuang and said, "I have already known about Elder Zhao's recruitment of disciples, who can be my outer disciples."
Zhao Ping was very happy, bowed his hands to Meng Jinglong and said: "Then I would like to express my deep gratitude to the master on behalf of the frustrated disciple. In addition, I have something that I hope the master will support."
Meng Jinglong glanced at him alertly, as if he knew what he was thinking and said: "Our sect is short of manpower, it depends on the manpower."
Zhao Ping arched his hands, bowed and said, "A doctor is like a parent. I want to open a medical school, and I hope the master will make it happen!"
After saying that, Zhao Ping lowered his head and waited for the leader's decision.
The two disciples, Qingfeng Mingyue, are obviously not good enough. Traditional Chinese medicine is about experience, so this has to be done by the master.
"This..." Meng Jinglong said nothing further.
His eyes kept looking between Zhao Ping and Qingfeng Mingyue, and finally he shook his head.
After walking around the table a few times, he sat down again and looked at the table.
The words on the yellowed paper on the table only contained poetic verses.
After reading it, he sighed and asked, "I heard that you established a security group or a martial arts school."
Zhao Ping knew that he was under his nose, so he answered honestly: "Yes, but there are not many people at the moment, only more than 600 people."
Meng Jinglong was noncommittal, and Fu Xu continued to ask: "Why did you think of establishing a security group?"
Zhao Ping raised his head, looked in the direction of Chengdu Mansion and said resolutely: "Drive out the barbarians and return China to me. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world."
Meng Jinglong finally stood up and looked at the yellowed paper again.
After pondering for a while, he said: "I have a lay disciple in Changzhou named Youlang Zibuping. He opened a medical clinic in Changzhou. I asked him to transfer the medical clinic to others and then let him be your teacher. I don't know if it's okay. ?”
Zhao Ping also nodded, even though the teacher ordered him to carry out the instructions.
But there is a huge gap.
One is from the prosperous place of Changzhou, where he practiced his medical skills.
One is to come to the remote countryside of Zhaojiazhuang.
You Lang must not be willing to do so, and even if he agrees, he doesn't know how long it will take to postpone it.
Even if it comes, at least there is a knot in my heart.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, then hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Thank you, boss, there is no need to close the business. Zhaojiazhuang is short of medical clinics, and I hope Dr. You will move the clinic to Zhaojiazhuang. I have a medical book here, and I hope the boss can give me some advice."
After speaking, Zhao Ping took out two books from the flatbed truck.
Hand it over respectfully to Meng Jinglong.
When Meng Jinglong saw the title of the book, he had never heard of it.
I couldn't help but read through it, and the more I read, the more surprised I became.
He took a last deep look at Zhao Ping, and couldn't help complaining to Lu Zu: "Why don't you teach such a good medical book to this disciple? Is it really about fate or qualifications?"
"Am I really not as qualified as Zhao Ping?"
It turns out that these two books are the first and second volumes of "Compendium of Materia Medica" that have been rebranded from "The Encyclopedia of Chinese Folk Prescriptions".
This is a book published only in the new century.
It's strange that he has.
Finally, I couldn't help but slap the table and said: "With this book, wandering will come."
These are the essences of traditional Chinese medicine in China.
Wanderers will inevitably fall into a trap.
Zhao Ping was thinking about something, and Meng Jinglong's voice came to his ears: "Elder Zhao, you don't know if you still have this book."
