"What is Jin Chuang?"
"I forgot, this is what they call it in the military formation. Jinchuang is because this kind of injury is often caused by metal sharp objects, and 疭筘 is the symptom after the injury. It makes people hunched over on the bed in pain. Normally, my father is So shouted;
"In folk terms, some doctors also call it... tetanus."
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment. No wonder he just saw Ah Shan being wrapped in thick winter coats by his mother and sister, as if he was caught by the wind and cold.
Moreover, the man's expression was dull at that time. In addition to the possibility that he had death intentions, there should be another reason for the spasm and stiffness of the muscles in his face.
"This is an incurable disease. I only have a few days to live. It's a pity that a good man has been lost." Yan Wuxie shook his head.
Ouyang Rong thought thoughtfully, "Tetanus..."
In this era without antibiotics, it is indeed a terminal disease... but it is not necessarily true. After all, there are Qi practitioners in this world, and the external alchemy of the Northern and Southern Taoists is also very famous.
When he was taking the imperial examination in Luoyang, he even heard that there were magical magicians overseas who were pursuing immortality, and they were highly sought after by the dignitaries in Luoyang. Therefore, there may really be some kind of panacea among the Qi Practitioner forces that is beyond his knowledge.
But it is obvious that these forces that control the power of myth cannot waste the panacea on a small official slave.
The only people in the world who would care about the life and death of this unknown person named Ah Shan are Liu Mu and the sad-eyed Ah Qing.
But... now there is one-half more people.
"I count half of it."
Ouyang Rong muttered, turned around and walked towards Xiangji Kitchen in Donglin Temple.
Yan Wuxie hurriedly followed and asked curiously: "Mingtang, what half?"
"Bring me half a taro that's moldy." After a pause, he warned: "It's best if it's green and moldy. That's good stuff."
"..." Yan Wuxie thought for a while and then reminded him warmly: "Mingtang, you can't eat moldy things."
Ouyang Rong: "?"
In fact, Yan Wuji still didn't understand why Mingtang suddenly stopped going down the mountain. He went directly to Xiangji Kitchen, borrowed a kitchen from the monk in charge, and worked there for a while...
Outside the door, the man holding the hunting knife smacked his lips slightly, watching the young county magistrate, who he had always thought of as an elegant, easy-going, weak scholar, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, bringing in taro, charcoal, rice soup, vegetable oil, earthen pots, and cotton. Ah, he turned it all over, then rolled up his sleeves, and operated as fiercely as a tiger. Moreover, the man holding the knife heard the young county magistrate occasionally uttering some weird and weird words like "Oh, the dead memories are starting to attack me again."
Ouyang Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, looked at the rough purification equipment on the table, and smiled, "Isn't this just a matter of having hands?"
If he is just an old keyboard warrior who "knows a little bit about everything", it will definitely not be enough. But fortunately, Ouyang Rong is a full-level human who can rub physical connectors with his hands. It is not too difficult to toss in penicillin with a lower purity. , it just requires some patience, a lot of time, and a lot of small troubles to solve. For example, if the conditions are not enough, you can only use rice paper to purify... But it can be overcome.
Ouyang Rong was immersed in the fun of tinkering in the kitchen. Yan Wuxie, who was working on the side, could not understand the operation, but he was greatly shocked. He frowned and said:
"Mingtang, have you...have you ever learned the mechanism technique of Mohist Taoism?"
"What is the Mohist Taoism? What kind of mechanism technique?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously without raising his head.
"Are you really not?"
"Well, I'm not. It's your turn to answer me."
Yan Wuxie leaned against the door with his sword in hand, seemed to think about it, and said:
"I also heard others say it when I was drinking. The Mohist Taoist Meridian is one of the nine mythical Taoist Meridians handed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty. Before the First Emperor asked for the elixir of immortality, it existed alongside the Scholar Taoist Meridian and the Taoist Taoist Meridian. But by the time After the Red Emperor killed the White Emperor and took over the Han family with his commoner body, the Mohist lineage began to branch off and gradually declined, and finally the giant families disappeared in the long river of history."
"However, the Qi training skills and organ skills of the Mohist Taoism were scattered all over the world, and eventually gave birth to countless large and small sects in the world today. As for the promotion of children from poor families, it is monopolized by the imperial court and a few prominent families."
The son of the county captain, who had held the sword but had not yet entered the martial arts world, looked longingly, "So some people say that the Mo family is not dead. All of us in the martial arts world are actually Mo Xia in white, disciples of the giant."
Ouyang Rong raised his head. This was the first time he had heard of these. He couldn't help but ask: "Nine mythical channels? What about the other eight?"
Yan Wuxie scratched his head, "I only know that the Great Zhou Dynasty holds the military art lineage, the Yin Yang Wang Qi Shi lineage, and the three great arteries controlled by the three great sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, but not the others. I see, they should all be high-ranking sects living in seclusion."
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and decided to hit his soul directly: "Which path does Liulang follow? Is it the Mohist path?"
Yan Wuxie's face suddenly turned red, and after a while, he whispered in a low voice: "It would be great if he really reached the level of a Qi Practitioner, and he wouldn't be able to get the knife flying from his hand by Mingtang's aunt that day... "
Ouyang Rong comforted her: "It's okay, I... I haven't seen anyone who can beat my aunt since I was a child. Of course, it was in the countryside of Nanlong."
Liulang of the Yan family coughed twice, "By the way, before I met Mingtang, I thought Mingtang was a Qi practitioner who was a scholar of Taoism."
"Me?" Ouyang Rong was dumbfounded, "Why is this..." Blind.
"It's very simple, because Bailudong Academy belongs to the Confucian sect, and Mingtang is one of the scholars who came from it and became famous all over the world. It is difficult for people in the world who understand the origin not to think that way."
Ouyang Rong recalled it, shook his head, and continued to do what he was doing, "But when I was studying at Bailudong Academy, I followed my mentor and had no contact with this kind of thing."
Yan Wuxie nodded, "That should be because Mingtang lost the election. I heard that the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all have potential but formal mechanisms. They will select and cultivate suitable seeds for Qi training from among their disciples. Mingtang has been selected for a long time. It is impossible for Bailudong Academy to miss Mingtang, who is famous for spreading the seeds of reading in Jiangnan Province."
Just issue a scrap card, right? Ouyang Rong laughed: "It doesn't matter."
Yan Wuxie comforted him again: "But it's normal. Mingtang, please relax. Such talented people are rare. Just like Jianghu, they are also a miscellaneous small shrimp. The majority of local sects are those who can truly learn the qi training skills taught by their masters." They’re all very few, hey.”
Ouyang Rong nodded, "But they are just like immortals. Then I would like to see these so-called Qi Practitioners fighting. Are Qi Practitioners really so magical? But when I was in the imperial examination in Luoyang, why didn't I see flying over the walls? A master? If he is really there, he is not allowed to show his hands often?"
After experiencing the disillusionment of the Pure Land Palace, he now has deep doubts about the power level of this world.
Yan Wuxie said sternly: "Mingtang must not underestimate the high-quality Qi practitioners. The reason why they are hard to see is, firstly, because the number of them is really scarce, and secondly, because the world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, but about human nature."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
Good guy, you little catcher has not yet entered the world, but you have directly obtained the correct answer to the last big question. Do you think it is appropriate to quietly get such a high score?
"Ahem, Mingtang, I actually read it from a book on chivalry. It seems to have been written by a senior martial artist."
Yan Wuxie took out a well-threaded book from his arms and said with emotion: "It also records how he successively met the tsundere senior, the infatuated fox demon, the famous Tianjiao, the female teacher from the academy... and... Go deeper into their stories.”
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, "Sorry, I studied Spring and Autumn Period."
Yan Wuxie wanted to ask again, but suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside. He immediately turned around, pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, and blocked the door to guard, "Who is it?"
Hair and half-thin hair rushed over. The former spoke eagerly from a distance, and his first words made Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitch.
"My dear sir, my wife wants you to go back quickly. Your teacher is here to see you!"
"...?"
