As winter turns to spring, flowers bloom on the streets, the breeze warms the sun, and the March scenery is beautiful.
The snow-capped mountains are gradually melting, and the number of patrons who come up to the mountains to worship Buddha devoutly is gradually increasing.
Qingchen Courtyard.
Zhiruo obediently sat next to Jinghui and recorded the prescriptions, and was also responsible for helping to take the medicines. Jinghui would check them every time after taking the medicines to make sure they were correct.
Medicine is something where a slight error can make a huge difference.
"Sister, Mrs. Ming paid thirty taels of silver for the sesame oil in the front hall." A nun came in from outside and reported quietly.
Jinghui nodded imperceptibly.
The Buddha helps those who are destined and sincere.
What is predestined relationship and what is sincerity, that is, benevolence sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.
After a while, Mrs. Ming in brocade clothes and cloak walked in: "Master Jinghui."
Jinghui stood up and greeted him: "Amitabha."
Mrs. Ming's eyes lit up when she saw little Zhiruo next to her: "Ah, Zhiruo, after this winter, the water has become more and more refreshing. It seems that the hot springs in Mount Emei of yours are indeed nourishing."
Zhiruo also clasped his hands together, looking like a little adult: "Amitabha."
She found that these four words seemed to be applicable to Buddhists in any situation.
Mrs. Ming laughed and took out some broken silver from her sleeve: "Here, the new year is here, here is the lucky money for you."
"Thank you, Sister Ming. I wish Sister Ming as beautiful as a flower and stay young forever." Zhiruo said happily.
"The little mouth is so sweet!" Mrs. Ming was in a good mood.
For some reason, she had been feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath at home. Even though she was being carried up the mountain by bearers, she still felt uncomfortable. But as soon as I entered Emei, my whole body seemed to be much lighter.
It is worthy of being a Buddhist holy place.
"Master Jinghui, come here and help me take a look at my body. This winter is really tough." Mrs. Ming said with a smile.
Jinghui stretched out her hand and pointed to the soft couch in front of the doctor's table: "Ming Donor, please."
Mrs. Ming is already an old patient. She is sitting on the soft couch and reaches out her hand to the pulse pillow that is naturally placed on the table.
Jinghui sits well, then presses the pulse at Cunkou with her index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, and feels the pulse carefully. (You can see the raised bone on the wrist, which is called Guan. One finger in the direction of Guan’s fingertip is called Cun, and one finger behind Guan is called Chi.)
For half a quarter of an hour, Jinghui carefully observed Mrs. Ming's face and tongue coating, and then asked about her recent diet and medication.
"Mrs. Ming, have you been suffering from acid reflux, belching and burping recently, and sometimes chest tightness, shortness of breath, and palpitations?"
Mrs. Ming nodded: "Hey, these are all old problems. It's still the same as last year. If I live in this mountain for a while, you can prescribe a medicinal diet to help me recuperate."
"Mrs. Ming, a new medicinal diet has been developed in the mountains recently, and it is very effective. Do you want to try it?" Jinghui said with a smile.
"Oh? Show me the prescription." Mrs. Ming was a little moved.
After a long illness, she became a doctor, and now she even has some research on common prescriptions.
Jinghui glanced at Zhiruo, who understood, and quickly wrote down the newly researched prescription.
After a while, Mrs. Ming took the prescription and nodded: "Zhiruo, your handwriting is graceful and graceful. It seems that you have practiced it a lot this winter."
Zhiruo smiled very reservedly, but his heart was already blooming with joy.
Sure enough, Lele had been lying to her and even said that her handwriting was uglier than his own.
I'll sleep on him tonight!
After reading the prescription, Mrs. Ming was a little surprised: "Master Jinghui, there is a medicinal ingredient in your prescription called 'Tianlu'. What kind of medicine is this?"
Jinghui smiled and said nothing.
Mrs. Ming immediately understood that the secret recipe must be kept secret, but she was really curious. Could this recipe really be miraculous?
In fact, many doctors have seen her problem, which is stagnation of liver qi, deficiency of spleen and stomach, and heavy dampness. The stagnation of liver qi was mainly caused by her son Ming Yuzhen, who thought about rebellion all day long, and she was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night long.
I'm afraid I'll be on the guillotine when I wake up one day.
"Then give it a try."
As for the price of the new medicine, she also understands that Buddhism depends on fate. If the fate is not enough, she may not be able to take it next time she comes.
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Buddhist temple.
Miejie was finally able to perform a complete set of physical skills continuously. With her stiff bones having practiced Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, if she wanted to perform difficult movements like Xiao Zhiruo's, you can imagine how much effort she had put in these days. .
Zhiruo sometimes saw her master limping when she came in to deliver food, with blood stains on his body. She suspected that his master had broken her bones just to practice.
After drinking the newly delivered secret medicine, I felt that my meridians and strength were getting stronger little by little, and I was extremely happy.
really!
As long as his meridians and body can continue to grow stronger, his strength can also advance by leaps and bounds.
You know, strengthening the meridians and acupoints does more than just allow you to accommodate more internal energy. This also means that one can release more internal energy with each move, and there is no need to worry too much between closing and changing moves because of the strong body and meridians.
Swordsmanship is no longer a theoretical swordsmanship.
I finally embarked on a stronger path again!
Looking at the young apprentice waiting next to him, Miejie finally breathed a sigh of relief. He should still be the number one person in Emei before he turns thirty.
People feel refreshed when happy events occur, and extinction beckons.
"Zhiruo, come here, use the sword skills I taught you a few times and let me see if you have been slacking off recently."
Nowadays, the extinct swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. It is said that it is only inferior to the martial arts legend Zhang Zhenren. It is effective both in practice and in practice, so there are many disciples who use swords in Emei.
Among them, the 'Destroying Sword' and 'Absolute Sword' sword techniques created by Mijie himself are the most lethal sword techniques in the world, and Master Zhang is full of praise for them.
Zhiruo obeyed the order, took out the sword of his direct disciple, and began to demonstrate.
Emei swordsmanship, the sword style is gentle and agile, and it is watertight. With a slight tremble, the tip of the sword buzzed continuously, and it shook nine times from right to left, and then from left to right. It was unusually fast, but every shake was clear.
The little figure is in the room, the rabbit rises and the snipe falls, with unparalleled speed.
Moreover, Emei swordsmanship was created by Grandmaster Guo Xiang specifically for women. It has graceful postures and full power, and the sword moves are also poetic and picturesque: Wen Ji wields a pen, a plain girl dusts off the dust, Xizi washes her face, and a Yue girl chases her soul, etc.
Miejie gradually became stunned as he watched. What was the difference between the sword-wielding girl in front of him and himself back then? At that time, my senior brother was just like me now, looking at me quietly and applauding when I saw something wonderful.
However, senior brother is no longer here!
Thinking of that dog thief Yang Xiao, Jue Jue's eyes were sharp, he just wanted to defeat his senior brother, and even insulted him.
As a senior, he is also his own disciple, and this hatred is irreconcilable!
And that Ji Xiaofu, even though she was already engaged, she gave birth to a child for her enemy and named her Buhui. She was simply shameless! Poor Wudang heroes have often sent letters and gifts over the years, but no one dares to reply yet.
All deserve to die!
After thinking for a moment, looking at his young apprentice's swordsmanship, Juie frowned and said coldly: "Stop."
Just like a meal.
"Your swordsmanship is very good and accurate, almost exactly the same as what I taught you. But there is one biggest problem, there is no killing intention!
Although the sword is a gentleman's weapon, it is also a murderous weapon. No matter how good your swordsmanship is and you have never seen blood, you will most likely be in a hurry when facing those evil heretics in the future. "
Zhiruo was a little confused: "Master, what is murderous intent?"
Mie Mie smiled: "Then I'll let you see it." As he said that, his smile gradually disappeared, his expression was cold, and he stared at his little apprentice expressionlessly.
Zhiruo didn't feel anything at first, but when he met his master's eyes, he felt a chill all over his body, and his hairs even trembled, just like the feeling he had when he faced a bottomless pool or a crocodile dragon when he was fishing.
The suffocating feeling of death almost enveloped his whole body.
After a long time, Miejie withdrew his gaze, and Zhiruo fell directly to the ground, gasping for air, and his whole body, including his underwear, was already covered in sweat.
The extinction in the hall was a bit surprising. Since my senior brother left, in order to fulfill his dying instructions to revitalize Emei, I have fought hundreds of battles and killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people over the years.
Those ordinary adults with weak minds may even be so frightened by his own sight that their livers and gallbladders will burst to death. She didn't expect that her apprentice, who was just over 8 years old, could persist for such a long time.
"Go back, clean up, wash up, and think about how you would deal with your enemy if he were like me. In two years, when I come out of seclusion, I will take you out to kill people!" Miehui ordered coldly.
Zhiruo nodded quickly: "Yes, Master."
After walking out of the door, Xiao Zhiruo let out a long sigh of relief. Only at this moment did she truly know how powerful the top masters in the world were.
What Lele said is indeed true. Even if she is a little better than some senior sisters now, so what? She has no fighting experience and has never seen the dangers of the world, which still changes the fact that she is still a rookie in the world.
Keep getting stronger!
When he has perfected his body-refining skills, becomes invulnerable to weapons, and is divinely aware, at least he won't be frightened by his master's look.
Now, go take a shower.
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Night, bedroom.
Zhiruo brought the little yellow cat to his eyes, looked into the blue eyes full of wisdom, calmly focused, widened his eyes, and shouted: "Look at my murderous intent!"
Miao Le:? ? ?
After staring for a while, he found that the little yellow cat had no reaction at all. Zhiruo was a little frustrated, lowered his head and buried his head in Lele's soft belly.
"Ah! I'm so annoyed!"
The little yellow cat yawned and continued to eat fish, not planning to interfere rashly. It's not that he is too lazy, but that the shit shovel needs to experience the process of improvement step by step.
Otherwise, after he leaves, will she stay in the same place forever?
"Hey, Lele, you smell so good, suck, can I have a taste?" Xiao Zhiruo suddenly made a new discovery.
She used to stick to each other at most, but she had never been in such close contact for a long time.
Miao Le:......
"Meow!"
Can't taste it! My meat doesn't taste good!
"Hehe, do you want to have a taste? Just one, or let me lick it!" the little girl said, opening her mouth and nibbling on the cat's head. Well, it's fragrant and soft.
"Meow wow!"
Help! Look at my meow fist!
As he spoke, the little yellow cat began to scratch the various funny points of the poop shovel with its hind paws.
"Giggle, giggle~ Lele, I was wrong, it was too itchy. You smell so good, I can't help it~" Zhiruo said sweetly as she burst into tears from laughter.
The little yellow cat just stopped.
Humph, you weakling! Dare to offend Tianwei!
"Lele, Senior Sister Jinghui said that your saliva is like a miracle medicine, and she told me not to tell anyone else, not even Master. How about you give me some saliva to try?" Zhi Ruowu's eyes rolled. , discussed.
The little yellow cat looked at Guan Qingli's young face and body and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, he shook his head quickly.
no! Rejecting juvenile aesthetics starts with dogs!
Seeing Lele shaking his head, Zhiruo was very unhappy and pouted: "It's not fair. Why can Senior Sister Jinghui taste your saliva?"
Little yellow cat: "Meow!"
Don't talk nonsense. I only ate two bites of her ginseng and nothing else.
The little girl thought for a while, then stretched out her green little finger and put it in front of the little yellow cat's mouth: "Then, you eat me too, or I won't take you to the bathtub to take a bath in the future!"
Miao Le's face was very solemn.
The threat to him was too great! No, as a Tmall, how can I let others take advantage of me and threaten me?
After thinking for a moment, Miao Le threw himself directly on the man's face and sucked him in! Just give her a face wash.
If you want to eat, I will feed you enough.
"Ah, help! Lele, Lele, just wait. When I become stronger in the future, I will lick you like this! Then I will spit on you!"
In the room, there was a happy and carefree childhood.
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In the days that followed, Zhiruo studied martial arts painstakingly every night, especially the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual. It was unpredictable and his strength could be sent and received at will, which was a huge test for the martial artist.
It is also a process of training one’s mind.
And when fighting in the wild, fighting to the death, sometimes it's more about your own muscle memory and subconscious reactions. Unless you are too far ahead of your opponent, you still have room to think of moves to crack when facing the enemy.
If you want to become stronger, you have to practice hard!
This is the exact word for extinction.
But every time she trained her little apprentice, she always felt that her life had been in vain all these years, and her little apprentice's progress simply exceeded her imagination.
Not only the accumulation of internal strength, but also the use of moves, various sword techniques, palm techniques, and acupuncture techniques are at your fingertips, leaving no trace behind.
She really couldn't figure it out, could there really be gods and humans in this world?
No, I must not lose before my little apprentice turns twenty. After that, Mie Mie quickly increased his intake of medicinal food and had time to practice.
Zhiruo saw that his master was working so hard, so he didn't dare to slack off, otherwise what would he do if he was scolded?
When the senior sisters on the mountain saw how hard the little junior sister was working, they all became scared. If whoever is surpassed by junior sister is the first, wouldn't that be a loss of life? I quickly stopped taking hot spring baths and started practicing more.
And, for some reason, despite the hardship on the mountain, the senior sisters suddenly found that their practice efficiency was much higher.
Swordsmanship or palm skills that you couldn't master before were suddenly mastered after you studied them for a period of time.
One pass passed to ten, and before long, everyone decided to stay on the mountain and train hard. Even Senior Sister Ding, who was on a mission down the mountain, ran back.
My senior sister's position is about to be lost, is this okay?
Practice, as long as you don't die, practice until you die!
She had money to buy tonics and healing medicines, so she didn't believe that those junior sisters could surpass her.
In the evening, the little yellow cat slipped into the hot spring bath for the tenth time.
The water in the pool was calm, and there was no one in the hazy mist. It was very deserted.
Miao Le:? ? ?
what's going on? what happened? Don't you all take a shower? Doesn’t it smell bad when you sleep at night?
...
Cold comes and summer comes, spring passes and autumn comes, and four more years pass in the blink of an eye.
In the Zen room.
A man covered in sea blue, he raised his hands and slowly collected his inner breath, with a peaceful expression, like a Buddhist master.
"Zhiruo, who is making noise outside?"
The twelve-year-old Zhiruo, who was already a young girl, stood tall and graceful. Hearing this, she said, "Today is the day you have decided to leave seclusion, Master, so everyone is waiting outside."
Mie Mie nodded: "Yes, it has been five years. I have been in seclusion for five years. I wonder if those bandits at the foot of the mountain still remember my name Mie Mie."
"Zhiruo, pack your things and go down the mountain tomorrow."
"yes!"
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