Muzishan was placed on the bed at this moment, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he had only one breath left.
Zhang Qilu was reading an ancient book on meridians and acupuncture points on his desk with the light of a desk lamp. There was a pile of books randomly placed in front of him, all of which he had read. In a few hours, he has read a bunch of books. Zhang Qilu's speed of absorbing knowledge can no longer be described as fast. He has not only read these books, he has memorized them all. Zhang Qilu is simply a knowledge A black hole, he will absorb all kinds of information and knowledge whenever he is free.
Li Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Qilu, then at Mu Zishan who was lying on the bed and suddenly said, "Brother Qi, this child is so good-looking. He looks not much worse than you."
Zhang Qilu turned his head in response and glanced at Mu Zishan lying on the bed. He had clear eyes, long eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing, soft facial contours, and thin lips under his delicate and tall nose. The lips were slightly open, looking elegant and full of peach blossoms.
Zhang Qilu looked at this face and remembered the first time they met. He sighed softly. The Mujia Douhua shop where they first met has now changed beyond recognition. The three father and son who lived in it are missing and they are still there. Although one of them is very close at hand, I still don’t know if he can survive. It really feels like a world away.
Li Xiaoxiao saw Zhang Qilu's melancholy expression at this moment and asked carefully, "Brother Qi, is he in the same situation as me?"
Zhang Qi came back to his senses, took a breath, and explained, "It's different from your situation. You don't want to wake up. He suffered internal injuries and can't wake up."
"Then what should we do? Why don't we send him to the hospital?"
Zhang Qilu smiled bitterly and said, "It's useless to go to the hospital. He suffered serious internal injuries. Many meridians were blocked by congestion, causing the blood flow to be blocked."
Li Xiaoxiao pointed to the books in front of Zhang Qilu and asked curiously, "Is it okay for you to learn it at the last minute?"
"You have to try whether it works or not. I think if he can't wake up, he will be hopeless in a day."
Li Xiaoxiao was a little worried when he heard what Zhang Qilu said and asked, "What should I do, Brother Qi? Such a beautiful child is gone like this. Is there anything you can do?"
"The location of his blocked meridians cannot be accurately identified now, but there is a way. If we can use strong Qi to help him clear all the meridians in his body, he will not only wake up, but also benefit a lot."
"Can you do that?"
"I definitely can't do it. Not to mention that I am so weak that I have to use a wheelchair to move around. Even before, I couldn't do it."
"Then it's hopeless. What a poor child."
"There is another way, I will go again."
The room fell into silence at this moment. Li Xiaoxiao knew what Zhang Qilu meant. She had gone through that process and she knew the dangers. Even if it could be paired with Zhang Qilu's body, it would definitely be worse. But she didn't say anything. She knew better than anyone else that a real man would do something and something he wouldn't do. For the sake of his friends and comrades, Zhang Qilu would not retreat.
Li Xiaoxiao walked silently to another room and carefully tidied the bed.
Zhang Qilu found the most comfortable position and lay on the bed.
The familiar feeling of dizziness comes again. The simple wooden door. Every time I experience these, it is an adventure and a kind of training for myself.
He still doesn't know exactly what this huge wooden door represents. But at this time, he no longer had the initial fear and strangeness, and was replaced by a natural sense of closeness. He tried hard to think about what he wanted this time, not daring to relax for a moment.
After passing through the huge door, Zhang Qilu slowly gathered his mind and slowly opened his eyes.
In front of us is the beautiful scenery of the setting sun, the sun slowly setting over the mountains to the west.
At the foot of the mountain is a small military fort, surrounded by busy sergeants and civilians. Hundreds of various wooden warships, large and small, are neatly arranged on the pier in the distance.
Zhang Qilu is now sitting on a horse, and a man is walking in front of the horse, holding the horse's rein in his hand, and is slowly climbing over the hillside, heading in the opposite direction to the military fort and the dock.
This person's head is wrapped in a soft scarf, and he wears a narrow-sleeved, round-collared robe with a waist belt. Wearing black boots with black soles and white lines. The robe is painted with animal patterns, with a large ball on the chest and a small ball on the left and right shoulders.
From the clothing, Zhang Qilu could tell that this man should be a general from the Song Dynasty, and his class should not be low.
Gradually, they reached a sparsely populated place. The general stopped and said to Zhang Qilu, "My son can go west and enter the Sichuan land."
At this moment, Zhang Qilu looked at this person's appearance. He had a square face and a short beard, and he looked upright.
The general continued, "When you get to Shu, you can find a place deep in the mountains to marry, have children, and live a peaceful life."
Zhang Qilu said tentatively, "Why does father want me to leave? I want to be with father and with the soldiers."
"The situation is over. I know better than anyone else that the Tatars' domination of the Central Plains is doomed."
"Father, if the Tatars block the seaport with their navy, our army will not be able to advance or retreat. Why not occupy the seaport first? Even if we cannot win, we can still retreat westward."
"After years of sailing at sea, the morale of the army has been shattered. It is better to fight to the death. Even if it is irreversible, we must let them remember the bravery of the Han people like us. In the future, we can have some scruples when we win the world. This is what a good man should do."
Zhang Qilu wants to say more.
The general waved his hand to stop Zhang Qilu's words and said, "No need to say more, I ask you, father, to remember what I taught you during the day."
Zhang Qilu searched desperately in his mind, but there were mostly intermittent words.
The general continued, "This technique can help you seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Learning this technique can keep you safe throughout your life. I have seen the soldiers here. After tomorrow's battle, there will not be one out of ten of these people. So you must leave." "
"Father, if you teach me again, your child will definitely remember it."
The general did not appear impatient, but was pleased with the persistence and courage his son had shown previously. He said every word clearly.
"As a father, I say it again, my son must remember it."
""The Art of Observing Qi" The qi observed is inseparable from color. Qi and color are inseparable. Qi is the root of color, and color is the leaf of qi. It is inherited as qi innately and cultivated as color acquired. The key point of the art of observing qi lies in the eyes. , collect Qi into your eyes, your eyes will be burned like fire and cannot be sustained for a long time. Only by identifying Qi and color can you distinguish the good or bad of people and things.
Now I pass you the formula, success or failure, first look at destiny, secondly look at talent, my son, please remember it well, the soul of life is clear, the soul of hero condenses, the Qi clears the three souls, cleanses the seven souls, the shadows are gone, the yin and yang are born together, The great road leads to the sky, and the Qi controls the Yin chain, so that I can observe its movement and enlighten my Dharma eyes. Forgive...open your eyes. "
Everything in front of me began to fade away, and the sound faded away little by little. The sound of a huge door closing sounded in Zhang Qilu's ears, and he lost consciousness again.
