Becoming a literary master starting from the story of Minglan

Chapter 183 Medical Code
The next day.

In the courtyard of Zeyutang.

"Whoo~"

As was customary, after finishing the nameless boxing technique passed down from the Marquis of Yongyi's mansion, Sheng Changquan stopped his fists, stood up, slowly finished his practice, and finally exhaled a breath.

"call out!"

Accompanied by a cry that sounded like a crane's cry, a stream of ancient energy, as thick as a white jade pillar, burst forth from Sheng Changquan's mouth!

This breath, like a sharp arrow, extended directly to within three feet of Sheng Changquan, before slowly dissipating after a long while.

"that's amazing!"

Ziyuan, who was standing to the side, thought to herself.

Although this was not the first time she had seen it, every time Ziyuan saw the strange phenomena of Sheng Changquan's breathing after he practiced boxing, she would feel her mind and spirit shaken. She felt that her young master was extraordinary, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth, possessing an extremely mysterious temperament!
In fact, he seemed so strange that he didn't even seem like a child of this world.

Because Ziyuan had never practiced martial arts, and no one in the Sheng family had studied martial arts, she had no knowledge of martial arts and was unaware that this strange phenomenon of the qi pillar was just a small skill that any second-rate master could master.

Even some exceptionally talented third-rate masters can produce the same extraordinary exhalation phenomenon as Sheng Changquan.

The formation of this three-foot-long column of energy is simply a normal phenomenon resulting from the exchange between the human body and the external environment.

Because Sheng Changquan's qi and blood circulation was too intense when he was honing his martial arts skills, and it was also the cold spring month of February, when he finished his practice and stood up, the qi and blood circulation ended, and his powerful lungs naturally formed this white column of qi due to his breathing.

However, although this white column of air is simple, its effect should not be underestimated. There are only two main ways for second-rate masters to climb up the ranks: one is to enter, and the other is to exit.

Those who "enter" consume potent medicines, train their bodies, and nourish themselves with external things; those who "exit" circulate their qi and exhale to eliminate harm.

Using the power of one's own lungs, one breathes in and out, thereby expelling waste products from various parts of the body and placing them outside the body.

This is also a common method of martial arts training. Not only do they need to absorb the essence of the outside world to nourish themselves, but they also need to metabolize and expel the old things in their bodies. The new and the old, the in and the out, cycle repeatedly to build the way of Yin and Yang.

"Master!"

Seeing that Sheng Changquan had finished his cultivation, Ziyuan immediately presented him with a clean face towel.

"Young Master, are you going to Sixth Miss's room for dinner?"

Because Sheng Changquan had instructed last night that he would accompany Aunt Wei to Bianliang City for a stroll today, Ziyuan asked this question at this moment.

"Ok!"

Sheng Changquan took the handkerchief that Ziyuan handed him, covered his face with it, and carefully wiped it. As he wiped, he said, "I'll go to my older sister's place in a little while and have dinner with my aunt and the others."

"Don't worry about me, go and eat your meal first!"

"So that if it gets late, there won't be any food left, and I won't have to go hungry all morning!"

Because Zeyutang doesn't have a small kitchen, Ziyuan and the others still have to go to the Sheng family's main kitchen if they want to eat.

However, as the saying goes, a small temple has a lot of evil winds, and a shallow pond has many turtles. In the past, because Sheng Changquan's status in the Sheng family was not very important, and Ziyuan and the others were also young, they were often bullied by the women in charge of the kitchen.

It was always either that there was too little food or the food tasted bad; in short, there was never any peace and quiet.

"Hehe, young master!"

Upon hearing Sheng Changquan's words, Ziyuan suddenly laughed. "Now, they won't dare to bully the people in our courtyard anymore!"

"Ok?"

Sheng Changquan was puzzled.

"Young Master, you have no idea. Ever since you won the top two places in the imperial examination, all the servants in our mansion have changed their expressions. They all say that you are the reincarnation of the God of Literature, and that you will become the top scholar and a high-ranking official in the future!"

"So right now, let alone bullying us, they even have to apologize for a long time if they say something harsh!"

Ziyuan's eyes curved into crescent moons as she looked at Sheng Changquan with a touch of adoration, and said in a charmingly innocent tone, "Young Master, if you can continue like this, I think those people will probably treat us like ancestors!"

"Ha ha!"

Sheng Changquan chuckled at Ziyuan's words. However, he also knew that Ziyuan only showed such a lively side when talking about reading. Otherwise, she was usually gentle, considerate, dignified, and virtuous.

"Alright, then I'll work hard to make you the ancestor of those people!"

Sheng Changquan smiled and returned the face cloth, teasingly saying, "However, I'm afraid you'll complain about your seniority and feel old!"

"Master~"

Ziyuan blushed a little at Sheng Changquan's teasing words, but she did not back down. Instead, she continued to stand by Sheng Changquan's side, serving him and taking care of his appearance.

a long time.

"Oh, right!"

When Sheng Changquan had finished getting ready and was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and gave Ziyuan a message.

"Ziyuan, after I leave, go to Zhiyuan Hall and find the sandalwood box at the very back of my bookshelf. I need it when I come back tonight!"

Zhiyuan Hall was Sheng Changquan's study.

"Yes, Master!"

Ziyuan nodded and responded gently.

Among the few people in Sheng Changquan's courtyard, only Ziyuan enjoys reading and can find pleasure in books. The others, such as Cuiming and Jiegeng, all feel dizzy and mentally exhausted when they see those big, dark characters.

Therefore, the important task of organizing Zhiyuantang has always been entrusted to Ziyuan, and Ziyuan is extremely happy to do so.

After seeing Ziyuan agree, Sheng Changquan immediately turned around and walked towards Shou'an Hall.

Actually, there was nothing else in that sandalwood box; it only contained a book.

However, that book was no ordinary book. It was a medical classic compiled by Sheng Changquan, combining his medical experience from both his previous and present lives with some Western concepts from his previous life.

It's definitely a classic!
In the context of the time, the book compiled by Sheng Changquan was undoubtedly a supreme treasure that shocked doctors and physicians throughout the world.

The reason Sheng Changquan compiled this medical book was not only to record the knowledge in his memory to prevent it from being forgotten, but more importantly, he wanted to use it to consolidate and improve his medical skills and hoped to use it to study the abnormalities in his own body.

Indeed, Sheng Changquan had long since noticed his unusual qualities.

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