The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 195 Overnight, the Situation Reversed ([-] words for subscription)
At night, Qixia Town was not peaceful.

The lingering aftermath of the day's struggle is still spreading, all forces, and people of all sizes are paying attention to the movements of both sides.

In a certain mansion, members of the Xinwu faction gathered together, and the atmosphere was dull and depressing.

"Okay, everyone is complete, let's talk about the injuries of the leaders of each faction first."

In the top position, the spotless "famous man" Ding Huan put down his wine cup, looked around the crowd and spoke.

In the hall, there are the deputy heads of the "Four New Martial Arts Schools" and the speakers of other small and medium schools.

"Old Ding. The situation of our four families is similar."

The deputy head of the Tiancan Sect is blind with one eye, and at this moment his expression is mournful and anxious:
"Then Chen Qingsheng's attack was really ruthless. Although the leaders are not in danger of their lives, their injuries are not serious. This afternoon, they are only temporarily suppressing their injuries. They are recuperating in retreat. It is estimated that they will not be able to recover within a few months. "

Another speaker from Hell Gate also sighed:

"At first, I thought that it would be worth it if I paid some injuries, as long as I completely crushed the old martial arts. But who knew the final result would be like this?"

The representatives of Tiandihui and Duandaomen also remained silent, their minds were heavy.

Seeing the faces of a group of people, Ding Huan couldn't help but hate them, and said angrily:

"What do you all do? It's just that you lost a trick, and it's not completely over, so everyone is crying?"

Someone smiled wryly:

"Ding Laomo wants to get angry, it's really..."

Ding Huan waved his hand and said coldly:

"There is no need to say anything extra. Tonight is to discuss the next arrangement. Although we lost this time, Chen Qingsheng was also seriously injured, and the conference will be held soon. We still have a chance. As long as we can attract the neutral camp to come in, great things can be achieved."

Everyone looked at each other.

I thought to myself that I had the advantage before, but I didn't succeed. It is really difficult to win people over in the current situation.

One person said:

"But during the day, each of our families tried to come to the door. Although there are many sects in Qixia Town, they have enough real prestige, and there are only three or four families who have made strong statements...but they all closed their doors to thank guests."

Ding Huan narrowed his eyes and said lightly:

"It doesn't matter. If we talk about the previous arena, the neutral faction can still sit still, but don't forget what the theme of this alliance is."

"You mean...the Four Sages?"

Ding Huan nodded and said in a deep voice:

"The Four Sacred Sects have reappeared, and everyone in the martial arts school is in danger. Don't you think those neutral factions are not in a hurry? Don't they want to quickly improve their cultivation and deal with the crisis? This is our opportunity. We must learn to use our brains in everything, and we must Know how to take advantage of the general trend... How about it, today is too late, and tomorrow I will visit those houses in person."

Everyone was overjoyed and thanked each other.

Ding Huan was unhappy, he didn't want to go into the muddy water himself, but after standing in line today, he was already tied to Xinwu and had no way out.

"Heh, the old man has been in Jianghu for many years, and if they don't want to, they still have to give some face." Ding Huan stroked his beard, and his tone was full of confidence.

I am quite confident in the several parties that have moved the neutral faction.

……

……

And just as Xinwu was planning, the King of Medicine was stationed there.

In the small courtyard, the night was quiet.

The short-haired disciple held a candle, lit a lantern, hung it under the eaves, and waved a cattail fan to drive away mosquitoes.

I couldn't help looking at the old doctor who was at the desk in the room, and muttered:
"Master, you always said that I should not use my eyes at night..."

Wearing a gray robe, with a long beard, and smelling like herbs, the old doctor flipped through a dilapidated ancient book with a candle, and stared at the words:
"Your skin itches?"

The short-haired disciples huddled together, laughed and changed the subject:

"Master, you are studying the prescription of 'Huanyang Pill' again, but you have been thinking about it for many years, could it be fake?"

On the rivers and lakes, the old doctor who is known as the contemporary "King of Medicine" was silent for a while, smoothed the ancient book with his wrinkled hands, and sighed:

"I do not know."

"You don't know?" The former was surprised.

The old doctor looked disappointed and said:
"Everyone in the Jianghu knows that my branch of the 'Yao Wang Sect' is good at curing diseases and refining medicines. The classics of our sect are the "Chang's Pharmacopoeia", but few people know it. When it was handed down to me, only the first half of it was left. The rest, the second half of which records many great medicines are scattered in the rivers and lakes... Occasionally it is circulated, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity."

"In the past few decades, I have been practicing medicine for my teacher, and I have been collecting fragments, trying to complete the pharmacopoeia of my school... This is my lifelong ambition. I have indeed collected some over the years, but because it is not systematic, a lot of knowledge is regarded as The teacher's knowledge is also difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it is even more difficult to recover."

"Just like this 'Huanyang Pill', which has been refined for more than a hundred furnaces, but still can't be made into a medicine. If one day I die, you must remember to find back the things left by the ancestors. If you can refine it This great medicine, if I inform you in front of my grave, it will not be in vain as a teacher to teach you all these years."

The old doctor's voice was low and his tone was gloomy.

The short-haired disciple had a sore nose and couldn't help saying:

"Master, I..."

Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, the old doctor couldn't help but stare:
"What do you look like a big man, your master is not dead yet! Go! Get out and start the furnace!"

"Oh." The former quickly ran to the yard, where he skillfully built a pot and stove and prepared medicinal materials.

After everything was arranged, the old doctor respectfully held the yellowed ancient scroll and walked into the courtyard.

With the help of the light, he crossed into a ray of blue flame, threw in the medicinal materials one by one, and refined the medicine according to the formula he tried to complete and deduce.

The young disciples squatted aside and concentrated on their studies. The atmosphere was quiet for a while, forgetting about things and me.

The old doctor's expression became more and more serious, sweat dripped from his forehead, and there was anxiety in his eyes, as if he realized that this attempt would also fail.

And at this moment, a light and soothing voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two:

"The spirit fire is [-]% smaller."

"Who is it?!" The short-haired disciple raised his head abruptly.

He was surprised to find that the gate of the courtyard was still closed, but a young man wearing a Taoist green shirt with a sword hanging from his waist sneaked in at some point, came to the master and apprentice, and observed with his hands behind his back.

The face set off by the lights was peaceful, with an air of not changing brows before the storm.

"It's you!"

He was startled at first, then recognized Ji Pingan, his eyes lit up, as if seeing an idol.

But then, he remembered that Master must not be disturbed during the critical stage of refining medicine, so he bit the bullet and picked up the wooden stick:

"Retreat quickly, or I..."

"stop!"

A sudden shout interrupted his movement, the short-haired disciple turned his head in astonishment, and found that it was his master who was yelling at him.

In front of the pot, the old doctor watched the flame color change of the medicinal materials in the pot after the fire was reduced by [-]%.

On the ravine face, a pair of eyes were shining brightly, he ignored his disciples, and looked up at Ji Pingan, as if he wanted to say something.

"Poria." Ji Pingan said softly, "Three burns and three outs, only the four fingers at the end."

The old doctor's expression changed, and he was silent for a short while. With a flick of his sleeves, he grabbed the prepared medicinal materials and burned them three times, and put them into the pot according to Ji Ping'an's instructions.

"Slower," Ji Pingan commented:
"This process must be completed within five breaths, otherwise the potency of the medicine will be lost by at least [-]% after the medicine is made."

"A finished medicine?!"

A nearly hoarse voice rolled out of the old doctor's throat, as if he didn't believe it:
"Can you make medicine?"

Ji Pingan said calmly:

"If you continue to be so excited and cause the spiritual fire to become unstable, it may not be possible."

The old doctor suddenly behaved like a student, focusing on fire control, and then only listened to Ji Pingan, who would say a few short sentences every once in a while:

"Flip six times, not three times, you did something wrong here."

"Jiatianxishui is now."

"The spirit fire spins eight times forward and seven times backwards. Slow down."

"The method is good, but the process is too bad."

"Turn off the fire, breathe into the pill, the last one is the most critical, three, two, one!"

……

During the whole process, the short-haired disciple only held the wooden stick and watched in a daze.

It wasn't until there was a bang that a colorful halo spread out from the cooking stove, and a elixir with a touch of red in the ashes formed in the steam, the old doctor let out a long breath.

Then a face trembled crazily, and tears glistened in the cloudy eye sockets.

He carefully picked up the "Huanyang Pill" that he had been begging for for decades, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then let out a hoarse voice:
"It's done."

"Dangdang!"

The stick in the disciple's hand fell to the ground, and he squatted and fell, his mind went blank.

I only saw my master crying and laughing, never losing his composure.

In the courtyard, Ji Pingan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the crazy behavior of the master and apprentice, without any hurry.

a long time.

The old doctor finally came back to his senses, wiped the corners of his eyes with his dirty robe, stood up, and bowed down:

"The thirteen generations of Medicine King's descendants have met En Gong."

Ji Pingan smiled and said:
"Do you know who I am? Just call me benefactor?"

The old doctor said seriously:

"I don't know. But you can be called a benefactor for solving my many years of confusion and sending me complete classics."

Ji Ping'an suddenly revealed:
"Complete the classics... So, the pharmacopoeia left by Chang Baicao is already incomplete."

When the old doctor heard this, he became more and more suspicious.

Because he was surprised to find that when the young master in front of him mentioned the name "Chang Baicao", he didn't stand in awe or belittle it, but...familiarity.

It's like a friend made by the theory of equality... The old doctor laughed at himself, thinking that he was really in a daze, how could he have such a crazy idea.

You must know that the patriarch of his school, the doctor known as the "God of Medicine", was a fairy figure seven or eight hundred years ago.

The reason why the young man in front of him has such a tone is probably because of his extraordinary status.

However, he will not know that what he thinks is "impossible" is the truth.

The "God of Medicine" Chang Baicao, a legendary figure who was active in the rivers and lakes of Kyushu seven or eight hundred years ago, was originally a poor Taoist priest in a ruined temple in a mountain village, and he read medical books thoroughly.

Different from those "alchemists" who are accustomed to using all kinds of precious "elixir" and "spiritual grass" to make alchemy, he has found a way to use common medicinal materials, use spiritual essence to ignite the flame, and use special materials to refine medicine.

Although it is not as good as the alchemy masters of the Taoist sect in terms of top-level elixir.

But he is good at mass production of medical skills and drugs.

When Ji Pingan was still "Li Yang" in the past, when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes, he had a chance encounter with the "God of Medicine" who was already in his twilight years, and formed a "forgetful friendship".

The young Li Yang even followed the God of Medicine, went up the mountain to collect medicine, went into the water to catch fish, walked a long way, and saved countless people.

Until later, Chang Baicao seriously asked if he would follow him to practice the "Dao of Medicine" and inherit his skills.

But Li Yang, who was burdened with hatred at that time, refused, bid farewell under the regretful eyes of the God of Medicine, and plunged into the world of mortals. From then on, there was no such pure time as the idle crane, studying medicine all day long, curing diseases and saving lives.

It wasn't until many years later that Liyang practiced successfully that he learned that the God of Medicine was heading west on a crane.

During the period of the Great Zhou State Teacher, he also paid attention to it, and learned that his successor is the Medicine King Sect in the Jianghu.

But I don't want to, hundreds of years have passed, the last trace of the white-haired old man with a bamboo basket on his back, a bamboo stick, and a compassionate heart left in this world is also incomplete.

Ji Pingan withdrew his thoughts, heard the old doctor in front of him nodding bitterly, and then asked:
"The old man has the guts to ask, where did benefactor learn about this 'Huanyang Pill' recipe?"

He believed that the person in front of him with a mysterious background obtained the second half volume of "Chang's Pharmacopoeia" scattered in the rivers and lakes, so he was able to guide him to complete this batch of medicine.

Ji Pingan saw his thoughts at a glance, and didn't bother to explain, and said:

"I haven't read the classics you sent. I just followed an old man and learned some pharmacology. I can probably guess what you are doing."

The old doctor didn't believe it, but it was hard to refute it.

Ji Pingan smiled, and suddenly bent down to pick up a few broken handwritten pharmacopoeias beside him. The old doctor trembled, trying to stop him, but held back.

Ji Pingan glanced at the first one, shook his head and said:
"You made up the second half yourself. It's not bad. It's completely restored, but there are three mistakes, namely..."

the second one:
"There are many mistakes in this. You seem to have deduced some wrong things as the truth. No, the real appearance is like this..."

The third piece:
"Hmm. This one is not bad, it's more complete than this one, but this recipe itself has problems, so there's no need to restore it. Chang Baicao wrote it down in the book, and it may be used as a negative example. As a result, people copied it randomly and regarded it as a treasure. ..."

Ji Pingan commented on the past one by one, and casually explained the interpretation. The old doctor was shocked beyond words, and excitedly picked up a pen and paper to record.

After Ji Pingan dropped the last one, he glanced at the old doctor who was looking for a treasure, sighed softly, and said:
"Actually, you don't need to pay too much attention to this pharmacopoeia."

"What?" The old doctor was at a loss.

Ji Pingan said:
"Do you know that Chang Baicao was dubbed the 'God of Medicine', why did the writings left behind not simply call 'Pharmacopia' but add the word 'Chang'?"

He recalled what someone said at the time, and said:

"Because he wants to tell future generations that there is no eternally correct prescription, only the right medicine. The so-called pharmacopoeia is just his personal experience, which belongs to himself, not others.

Not quite right either.So, why bother to ask for the so-called original text? What you have to do is to continue to build on the shoulders of the predecessors, or simply overthrow and rebuild. This is the true meaning of the "Dao of Medicine". "

The old doctor was struck by lightning.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Ji Ping'an had disappeared.

There were only papers all over the floor and a dry brush in his hand. He glanced at the apprentice next to him blankly and asked:

"What about people?"

The short-haired disciple scratched his head and said:

"Master, you have been in a daze and didn't speak, that young master just left."

The old doctor is in a hurry:
"You idiot, why did you let him go? You still don't know his identity."

The disciple said:

"I know, he is the young master who taught Grandmaster Chen today."

The old doctor was stunned for a long time before he said:

"I understand."

……

On the same night, in the town, in the house belonging to the Yue Nu Sword Sect.

In a room, a pretty woman wearing a light gauze skirt suddenly frowned, cried out in pain, and forcibly stopped her practice.

In the darkness, dense beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, panting lightly, clutching the cramping pain in her lower abdomen.

After a long while, I reluctantly got out of bed and opened the door, and walked into the courtyard.

Then I found that the room not far away was brightly lit, and a figure was reflected on the window paper.

The woman walked over, knocked on the door lightly, and then slowly opened the door.

An orange light shone through the crack of the door, and a futon was placed in the room, on which sat cross-legged an elderly nun wearing a monk's gray robe and a crown.

"Master, you haven't rested yet." The woman called softly.

The master of this generation of Yue Nu Sword Sect, Master Wuxin opened his eyes, his expression was cold and stern at first, and then he looked at his disciples slightly warmly:
"What's the matter?"

The woman said timidly:
"I practiced the sword art, and the disease happened again."

Master Wuxin fell silent for a while, and sighed:
"Among the disciples of this generation, you are the most talented. If you take the path of being a teacher, your achievements will not be lower than mine. But you still want to choose the path of the patriarch. This path is full of thorns. Although there is a sword manual, no one can do it." I will guide you so that the deeper the practice, the stronger the backlash..."

The woman bit her lip and said firmly:

"I remember you said that the only way to revitalize our sect is self-improvement. If a woman wants to gain a foothold in the Jianghu, she must climb the highest and steepest mountain and stand taller than those men."

Master Wuxin's eyes softened, and she said distressedly:
"But your illness... that's all, I will nourish and suppress one or two for you as a teacher... Who is it?!"

Suddenly, the elderly female cultivator's expression changed suddenly, and with a wave of her right hand, the scabbard hanging in the corner of the wall vibrated, and a long sword was pulled out with a "chuo", and slashed at the figure slowly emerging in the courtyard.

However, Ji Ping'an's next sentence made the sword stop abruptly in the air:

"I can cure her illness."

……

Tingxuelou resident.

In a house, the steam is dense, and a huge bathtub behind the screen emits curling steam, and a woman's figure is reflected on it.

After a long time, a slender thigh protruded from the edge of the barrel, and then, a wet hand lifted up and grabbed the small clothes that were hanging on the screen.

After a while, Tingxue Master walked out of the room after taking a bath, looked at Hongying who was dozing outside the door, and said helplessly:

"What are you waiting here for?"

The Red Tasseled Woman yawned:

"Keep...keep..."

Listening to the host of the snow helplessly smiled, urging her to go back to rest, and walked to the bedroom by herself.

Along the way, I was still thinking about how to deal with the solicitation of "new martial arts" and "old martial arts" tomorrow.

However, all these thoughts disappeared the moment she pushed open the door. Listening to the beautiful eyes on the moist and smooth face of Master Xue, she subconsciously grabbed the throwing knife and threw it away!

In the next second, I saw the familiar figure in the bedroom wearing a bamboo hat and turning his back to her, slowly turning around, holding the blade between his fingers, and said with a smile:

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Is this the way Tingxuelou treats guests?"

The tall and slender host Tingxue, who was on the list of beauties in Jianghu, was stunned. He was surprised and delighted, and recognized the person in front of him. It was the expert who had a night party with her in the capital of God:

"It's you!?"

……

That night, when Ji Ping'an returned to the inn where he lived, the moon had already moved to the middle of the sky.

He leaned against the window to see Yue Sihuai, and gradually lost his mind.

In the past 1000 years, he has seen many people and many things, such as high-ranking immortals, dandies in fresh clothes and angry horses, drunken and murderous quacks, and parting with countless friends.

An old monk begged thousands of miles for alms, begging for thousands of rice and thousands of clothes, just to return to the "spiritual mountain" and abandon the baby with the mortal smoke and fire of all living beings.

There is a female ghost in the river, who was worshiped by the river god and could not die with peace in her eyes. She wandered in the river for sixty years, crying day and night.

There are small soldiers on the battlefield, running for thousands of miles, escaping from the dead and ascending to heaven, shooting arrows all over their bodies like hedgehogs, just to escort a copper coin in their hands to the general.

A warrior with great willpower, he chased the sun naked, crossing the five states on foot from the East China Sea to the west, entering the Yaoman alone, just to see where the golden crow lives at the end of the sunset.

There are scholars rushing to take the exam, from youthful spirits to gray-haired, not for fame but just to catch a glimpse of their sweetheart along the way.

There was a sincere, virtuous and virtuous woman who was stripped of her dress by the thieves, tied to her horse, and paraded and insulted in the street. On that day, all the people in the city closed their doors, and the streets and alleys of the city were empty...

However, all the past is like a cloud of smoke, and things are different.

Just like the various sects in the rivers and lakes are still alive, but the founder of the sect, the god of medicine in the past, has disappeared.

In a trance, the night passed and the sky was bright.

Ji Pingan opened his eyes, and saw the morning mist outside the window, and the rooster crowing.

When the sky was bright, Ding Huan, the "famous man in the rivers and lakes", walked out of the house, took a carriage, and visited the Yaowang faction, the Yuenv Sword faction, Tingxuelou and other important neutral factions one by one according to the plan last night.

He is full of confidence, thinking that with his own reputation and observation of the situation in the world, as long as he understands it with reason and moves him with emotion, even if he can't succeed in all of them, it will be no problem to win over one or two families.

But reality slapped him hard.

Overnight, all the neutral sects changed their previous attitude at the same time, and explicitly rejected Xinwu's overtures. Instead, they gathered in groups to visit the old Grandmaster Longhushan who was recuperating.

"What the hell happened last night?!"

In Juyi Hall, the residence of the Wulin League, when Jiang Huai, who was wearing a purple robe, received the report from his subordinates, he was stunned.

He couldn't figure out why the situation had changed so much overnight.

Jiang Xiaotang walked in from outside the hall with a cigarette bag in his hand, glanced at him indifferently, exhaled the smoke lightly with his red lips, and said:

"Last night, the sword bearer went out."

Jiang Huai was startled and remained silent for a long time.

……

Soon, the news that Ding Huan was shut down by the neutral faction turned against the old martial arts overnight spread like wildfire and spread throughout Qixia Town.

It has been talked about by countless people in the rivers and lakes.

"Young Master Li, it's not like you did this again!"

When Lu Qing, the disciple of Longhu Mountain, arrived at the inn and found Ji Pingan who was having a meal on the first floor, his eyes looked strange.

You know, just last night, Chen Qingsheng was still sick and told him to go to all the neutral factions one by one this morning to win support.

As a result, as soon as Lu Qing opened his eyes, before Lu Qing could leave, all the major factions came together, and he and the old master couldn't handle it.

Ji Pingan smiled slightly, and was about to answer.

Suddenly, Pei Qianpipidian ran over, holding a red invitation card in his hand, excitedly said:
"Sir, the Martial Arts League has sent an invitation to invite you to participate in the alliance with all the major factions tomorrow to discuss major issues!"

……

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