Teacher is too tough

Chapter 1 Master and Disciple
Baitou Village is located in a remote place, and it is only a drop in the ocean on the grand map of the Daren Dynasty.

At the end of summer, the sky turned blue, and a young man came back from the field with a hoe on his shoulders. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, male and female, with beautiful features. Few people will regard him as a girl.

Entering a dilapidated small courtyard surrounded by loess mud walls, the courtyard is simple and simple. To the north are three old adobe houses, with firewood piled under the windows. On both sides of the door, yellowed Spring Festival couplets are still left on the wall, and a few words can be vaguely seen. peaceful always.

Leaning the hoe against the wall, he began to tinker with the herbs that were drying in the yard.

His name is Li Qingshi, he is a farm boy born and raised in Baitou Village, he lost his father when he was young, and he is the only one left in the family. Ten years ago, he worshiped an old lonely old man who came back home as a teacher, learning medical skills, and now he can treat patients by himself. He became a young doctor in the village.

Just after collecting half of the herbs, a boy of fifteen or sixteen came into the courtyard. Li Qingshi saw it and greeted him, "The dog is here."

This is his best friend in the village, nicknamed Li Gouzi, who he played with since he was a child.

Li Gouzi stepped forward to help, and said, "I finished the medicine I caught for my mother last time. I'll come to you to make some more." It's almost finished, and it's not ready yet."

Li Qingshi said: "Haven't you heard that saying, sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like a thread, just take ten more doses and you're almost done."

Li Gouzi glanced at him, thinking that such a small problem would require twenty doses of medicine?After thinking about it, with their relationship, Brother Shitou would not lie to himself no matter who he lied to, so he didn't say any more.

What he didn't know was that his mother's stomach problem was not a minor problem as he thought, but was actually a terminal illness. In the words of Master Li Qingshi, there was no third person in this world who could cure her disease except their master and apprentice.

Everyone in the nearby towns and villages knows that Baitou Village has excellent Fengshui, so the villagers never get seriously ill. Occasionally, there is a small ailment of headache and brain fever, which can be cured by two local doctors in the village. Ask about medicine.

But no one has ever noticed that the feng shui in the village only got better after the old man with only four or five teeth left.

This is no wonder to them. After all, when the old and young teacher and apprentice went to see a doctor, every time they prescribed a random prescription, the disease was cured. What kind of serious illness can such a good cure be?

Li Qingshi didn't tell Li Gouzi the truth because he was afraid that he would be worried. Master is right, it's good for this person to be confused. There is no need to let them know what disease he has, because it will only increase the difficulty of treatment.

Li Gouzi asked: "Shall we go to Qingshui City tomorrow?"

Li Qingshi said: "Go, why don't you go? Go and find out the situation first tomorrow, and if there is no problem, you can find a place by the way."

Li Gouzi said: "Are you really planning to open a medical clinic in the city? I think you should think about it again. You have to prescribe [-] medicines to cure my mother's stomach ailment. People in the city are precious. Turn around If you get cured again, you will not only have to lose money, but you might even have to go to jail.”

Li Qingshi said with a smile: "If it's cured, run away, it's a big deal."

After grabbing the medicine and sending Li Gouzi away, Li Qingshi strolled out the door, humming a weird ditty he learned from his master: "I have a relaxed expression, the medicine box is opened, and my movements are relaxed, you can't learn it... ..."

His old and unscrupulous master always hums some ditties with strange tones, and sometimes says some new words that he has never heard before. He secretly went to Qingshui City to inquire about those ditties and new vocabulary, and he is very knowledgeable. Guang's storyteller has never heard of it, which made him feel that he really didn't miss it, the old man is definitely an experienced expert!
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into the night.

In a secluded location in the east of Baitou Village, there is a lonely small courtyard with two thatched huts surrounded by loess courtyard walls.In front of the thatched hut is an elm tree as thick as a sea bowl, and a large wooden barrel is placed under the tree.

Li Qingshi was covered in blood, and the wounds on his body were dense and shocking, especially the back of his brain was bloody and his skull was completely smashed. With his strong will, he turned into the wooden barrel and slid into the black medicinal liquid of unknown composition.

This is one of his daily compulsory homework, beating.

There is a simple wooden table not far away, and an old man is sitting at the table drinking.

The old man was bare chested and exposed, skinny as a stick, and the few short beards under his jaw were withered, yellow and sparse like weeds beaten by frost.

He took a plate of fried peanuts as an appetizer, hummed a little song, squeezed a peanut into his mouth, took a sip of wine from the white bowl, grinned, showing the few remaining yellow teeth.

He is Li Qingshi's master, a native doctor with ordinary medical skills in the eyes of the villagers.

When Li Qingshi was eight years old, he was drawing water from the well in the village when he saw a shriveled old man with ragged clothes and a shriveled sword enter the village.

No matter how the old man looked at him, he looked like an old country man who had worked hard for most of his life and was malnourished, but Li Qingshi, who liked to listen to the stories of the rivers and lakes, just felt immortal.

Running over to talk, the old man said that he left home when he was young, and spent his whole life wandering in the rivers and lakes, but now he is bored, and he came back to seal his sword and go back to seclusion.

With a look of vicissitudes, he is even more superior.

So the biggest thought in his life is to learn Li Qingshi who is good at martial arts, make a decisive decision, accept his head as a teacher, and then become the old man's apprentice.

Everyone in the village said that he was cheated. The old man was not a master of the rivers and lakes at all, and they listed a lot of evidence.

For example, this old man named Liu Beidou said that Baitou Village was his hometown, but the oldest old man in the village did not know him.

For example, there are only four or five unreliable yellow teeth left in his mouth, and his speech is still a bit leaky. How can a master look like this?
For example, he is disrespectful to the old, and when he sees a plump woman, he always slashes several times at a certain part of her. How can he have the slightest demeanor?

In fact, Li Qingshi hadn't seen Lao Liu show any martial arts in these years, but he thought that he should know some martial arts to have such unpredictable medical skills... right?

According to common sense, the skull was shattered, and he would definitely die. However, after only about half an hour, Li Qingshi, who was in a semi-comatose state, regained his strength.

He took a long breath and said, "Old Liu, you said that the practice of being beaten every day is reshaping my bones. It's been ten years. When will it be finished? When will you start teaching me to practice martial arts?"

After ten years of apprenticeship, the old man mostly taught him medical skills, but he only taught two moves about martial arts, stance and beating.

The old man tossed a peanut into his mouth, and said impatiently: "Ask every day, ask every day, I said it's almost done, what's the hurry?"

Li Qingshi stared and said: "My biggest thought is to practice martial arts, it's not like you don't know, you can't even ask?"

When I first started my apprenticeship, I still called him master in a proper manner, but later I found that the old man didn't have the slightest demeanor of an elder, and gradually he became no older or younger.

The old man ignored him and drank happily.

Li Qingshi showed a flattering smile: "Old Liu, tell me the truth, do you really know martial arts? Don't worry, even if you don't know martial arts, just because you taught me this medical skill, I will take care of you until the end of your life!" "

The old man pretended not to hear, picked up the wine bowl and said, "Have a sip?"

Li Qingshi scolded: "Your uncle, can I drink like this now?"

The old man laughed wickedly.

About two hours later, Li Qingshi came out of the medicine barrel, the wounds all over his body disappeared strangely, and even the completely shattered back of his head was intact.

Beside the table, the shriveled old man was slightly tipsy from wine, with his eyes wide open, he murmured, "I want to play disco."

(End of this chapter)