Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 1009: Death and the Philosophers

"To establish a mind for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, to bring peace to the world for all eternity! What a great ambition! What a great ambition!"

The elegant old man immediately became excited upon hearing this, and continued to explain with a trembling voice:
"The heart of heaven and earth is to give life to all things. Sages assist in nurturing and nurturing, so that all things can have their own nature and destiny. This is the heart of heaven and earth. To establish and clarify righteousness and principles, to uphold the principles of morality, this is the way of life for the people. To inherit lost knowledge, this is to continue the tradition of Taoism. To open up peace, this is the rise of a king, who must follow the law and benefit the world for all eternity!"

At this time, Lian Li was extremely excited. He didn't know where to put his hands, and even his face turned red.

Zhang Zheng's disciples were also extremely excited, as if they were filled with strength, and they couldn't wait to establish their hearts for the world...

Even Feng Qingyan was somewhat surprised when he heard this. It was a little unexpected that such a thin body could hide such a great ambition.

He is indeed a talented person who is able to cultivate a sense of righteousness.

"It's a pity that there are only three months left. I can no longer teach them, nor can I ..."

Zhang Zheng sighed slightly.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his ideals could not be realized. After all, there were only three months left.

"Teacher, you will be fine..."

Several disciples surrounding him couldn't help sobbing, looking sad.

"Mr. Zhang, even though the medicines in the world are ineffective for your condition, it doesn't mean there is no other way."

Feng Qingyan said lightly.

"Mr. Feng, do you have a way to cure Zizhi's illness?"

The elegant old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at Feng Qingyan with some surprise and excitement.

"There is a way."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"Mr. Feng really has a solution?"

The middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was called Dalang, had been standing quietly beside Zhang Zheng.

If Feng Qingyan only wanted to save Zhang Zheng's life, he had ten thousand ways to cure him, but it would not be so easy if he wanted to do so without damaging the foundation of the emperor.

This requires him to put some thought into it.

In Baiyang Mountain, in addition to Zhang Zhengzhong who had a sense of righteousness in his chest, the Dalang in front of him also had a sense of righteousness in his chest.

Not weak.

Of course, he cannot be compared with his teacher Zhang Zheng.

The righteousness pressing in Zhang Zheng's chest was as mighty as the surging Yangtze River.

Dalang is at most a small river.

In addition to Dalang, several other scholars also had a faint sense of righteousness in their hearts.

This can only be described as a thread.

In this world, those who can cultivate a noble spirit in their hearts are not simple...

If this were placed in the Zhou Tian, ​​he might be a great scholar.

And this Dalang is definitely a great scholar.

"Mr. Feng, how sure are you?"

When Dalang saw Feng Qingyan nodded, he was quite expectant, but it seemed a little too abrupt.

Some couldn't believe it.

Moreover, I dare not joke with the teacher's life.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Feng Qingyan, whether it was the elegant old man or Du Qing, Da Lang and others.

Even Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, but he also had some expectations in his heart.

If you can live forever, who wants to die? Besides, how can you be willing to die if your ideals have not been realized?
"very."

Feng Qingyan Road.

Lian Li: “…”

Zhang Zheng: "..."

Du Qing: “…”

Everyone: "..."

At this moment they are not surprised, but disappointed and doubtful, and are very sure?

This means that Mr. Feng can cure the teacher's illness? However, the teacher's illness is so severe that even the imperial doctors in the palace are helpless. How can Mr. Feng say that he is 100% sure?

Moreover, in addition to the imperial doctors in the palace, they also invited many famous doctors.

But there is still nothing I can do.

This is a fatal disease!

There is no cure!

"Very sure?"

There was a strong sense of loss in Dalang's voice, and he did not believe what Feng Qingyan said.

If Feng Qingyan only said five points, he would be excited; if he said seven points, he would also be full of expectations...

But say ten points?
is it possible?

"Mr. Feng, are you really sure?"

The elegant old man hesitated and said, after all, Mr. Feng is a genius, maybe he also knows medicine?

Feng Qingyan nodded and said to Zhang Zheng, "Mr. Zhang, do you often feel a strong sense of depression in your heart, like a huge rock pressing on your heart, which is extremely depressing and difficult to breathe?"

"good."

Zhang Zheng nodded and sighed, "This should be the resentment that has been accumulated in my chest for many years. When I was an official in the court, the imperial physician also helped me to see if it was gone, but he was unable to get rid of it. When I cough, it seems particularly uncomfortable..."

"This is not some kind of resentment that is pent up in one's heart, but the noble spirit of Confucianism."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"Haoran Qi?"

Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment and seemed to be thinking about something.

Everyone looked at Feng Qingyan in astonishment. One of the scholars even asked, "If it is the noble spirit, why would it be like pent-up anger?"

"Because I don't know how to breathe in and out, I can't blend with the great energy between heaven and earth, so I feel like there is a stuffy air in my chest."

Feng Qingyan explained briefly.

And at this time.

The elegant old man, Du Qing and others suddenly had their eyes brightened, as if they had vaguely sensed something.

Lian Li thought about it and said quickly, "Mr. Feng, could it be the method of reading to nourish the qi? Now when I get up every morning, I read according to the method you taught me, and I find that my mind is much more relaxed and all the depression is gone."

"Yes, reading is a way to nourish your energy!"

Du Qing was slightly excited, and said, "Teacher, Mr. Feng's method of nourishing qi through reading is extremely magical, and it may be able to dispel the anger in your heart."

Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, but he had heard of the great energy in Wu Yang Wu's chest.

But I have never heard of any method of nourishing one's energy through reading.

But it sounds.

That seems to be the case...

"Junior Brother Du, what is the method of reading to nourish the qi?"

Dalang asked curiously, and the other scholars were also very curious.

“Yes, but it’s just one part of it.”

Feng Qingyan said.

"Mr. Feng, what else do you need to do?"

Du Qing asked anxiously.

At this time, Zhang Zheng also became a little excited. Although he did not yet understand what the method of nourishing qi through reading was, he could understand its meaning by looking at the words.

Man has three treasures: essence, energy and spirit. If one has poetry and books in his belly, he will be elegant.

Reading different books can cultivate different kinds of qi. Heroic qi, spiritual qi, peaceful qi, and upright qi can be cultivated; evil qi, violent qi, sour qi, and weird qi can also be cultivated.

Perhaps reading can nourish your spirit and really help dispel some of the depression in your heart.

Moreover, after hearing the inhalation and exhalation of the majestic energy and its merging with heaven and earth, he became thoughtful.

For him, some things only require a little effort to understand.

He has been "trapped" in this world for too long.

It's time to see the real world.

"Although Mr. Zhang has a lot of great energy accumulated in his chest that he can't swallow or exhale, his lungs are also blocked by a lot of phlegm. His lung disease is very serious..." Feng Qingyan said calmly, "Go get a spittoon."

"Hold on."

Dalang went to get it immediately, and came back a moment later to put the spittoon in place.

Everyone's eyes fell on Feng Qingyan, waiting for the next move...

"I will help you nourish your internal organs first, restore some blood and energy, and then force out the thick phlegm and blood stasis in your lungs." Feng Qingyan approached and said, "This will alleviate the condition..."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Feng."

Zhang Zheng nodded.

Feng Qingyan originally wanted to just point his finger and be done with it, but after thinking about it, he placed his hand on Zhang Zheng's back.

Input the power of creation little by little. When the power of creation enters the body, it immediately nourishes the internal organs, limbs and bones.

The blood and energy in his body had been completely consumed, and his vitality was almost completely dead. However, after the power of creation was slowly injected, he immediately discovered a dramatic change...

The internal organs are full of vigorous vitality.

Just a wisp of the power of destiny can create Zhang Zheng...

However, Feng Qingyan input the power of creation very quickly, but this slowness was only relative to him.

For Zhang Zheng and others, it was extremely fast.

As if in an instant.

At this moment.

Zhang Zheng felt a warm but extremely powerful "energy" that was like the surging Yangtze River, rushing into his body with great ferocity, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He felt as if he was about to explode.

He also felt that countless "water" was pouring into his small body...

This caused him great pain and his whole body was shaking.

in fact.

This is just a faint trace of the power of creation.

However, when endless "water" poured into his body, it quickly disappeared.

Or.

These "waters" full of vitality nourish one's internal organs and limbs.

The original immense pain quickly transformed into immense comfort.

It seems like going back to my youth.

In other words, his body was much better now than when he was young. He felt full of strength and could jump ten feet away with one leap...

This……

He was shocked.

The elegant old man, Dalang, Du Qing and others were also shocked.

They saw the changes in Zhang Zheng's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. He went from being skinny to gradually becoming plump.

Wrinkles recede.

The skin is rosy.

"This……"

Du Qing was shocked and a little bit unbelievable.

Is there such a miraculous medical skill in this world? Can it instantly transform a frail patient into a strong middle-aged man?

Moreover, the originally gray hair quickly turned black.

Still black.

Shiny!

A trace of Feng Qingyan's power of creation was enough to create Zhang Zheng.

However, he did not completely cure Zhang Zheng. It was not because this strand of power of creation could not do it, nor was it because he could not do it.

But there is "dead energy" in Zhang Zheng's body.

This "dead air" is very special. Although the power of creation can heal it, it may cut off the foundation of the great emperor.

This is very strange.

There is something wrong with this dead energy, maybe it has something to do with the disciples...

It is possible that he inherited the fortune, will and heritage of all the philosophers.

but.

But all the disciples died.

Perhaps because of the deaths of his sons, he also became infected with the "aura of death".

In fact, he couldn't be sure whether the power of creation would harm the foundation of the emperor, but he had previously deduced a way that would not harm the foundation of the emperor.

and so.

The power of creation did not cure the "dead air".

At this moment, Zhang Zheng seemed like a different person, or rather, he had returned to middle age, and a strong middle age.

This made the elegant old man, Dalang and others marvel.

Snapped!
Feng Qingyan slapped his hand suddenly.

cough--

Zhang Zheng felt the pressure on his back and started coughing suddenly.

He coughed up pieces of black blood and thick phlegm with a foul smell from his mouth.

"call--"

Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his body was in great shape, as if he had returned to his youth. He said, "I feel much better. I feel ten years younger."

Dalang hurriedly wiped Zhang Zheng's mouth and took away the spittoon.

"Teacher, you are not just ten years younger!" Du Qing said excitedly, "You are thirty or forty years younger!"

"Yes, the teacher looks like he is in his thirties or forties!"

"How is the teacher's health?"

The students were extremely excited and all thought that the teacher was well.

After all, the teachers have become younger. If they are in their seventies and look like they are in their thirties or forties again, how can their health be bad?
"A miracle cure, a miracle cure!"

The elegant old man was extremely amazed, and looked at Feng Qingyan with burning eyes, hoping that Mr. Feng would also touch his back.

"Thirty or forty years younger?"

Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at his hands, and then was a little stunned, "This..."

This really seems to be thirty or forty years younger.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!"

The scholars expressed their gratitude.

"Yes, thank you sir."

Zhang Zheng sat down on the couch, bowed to Feng Qingyan in gratitude, and said, "I have just heard about the use of internal energy to heal injuries. It is rumored that this method consumes a lot of internal energy and may even hurt oneself. If you are not a relative or friend, you will generally not easily heal someone’s injuries..."

While Zhang Zheng was grateful, he was also a little worried that Feng Qingyan had consumed too much internal energy, which would have an impact and damage on his body.

Internal strength?

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile when he heard that.

Don’t say it’s internal force, even if it’s true energy, it’s not right. Even if it’s immortal energy, it’s still not right. Even if it’s divine energy, it’s still not right.

And so on, are all far from comparable to the power of creation.

What is the power of creation?
The power of creation!

Can inner strength create the world? Can immortal energy create the world?
This is not even on the same level.

A trace of Feng Qingyan's power of creation is equivalent to the entire heaven and earth.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. It's just a wisp of internal energy." Feng Qingyan smiled calmly, "Although I helped you create your body, there is still 'death energy' in your body. If you were not an emperor, the 'death energy' would not have much impact on you. After all, my internal energy is not simple. It has completely transformed your body and restored your blood."

"Inner power?"

"No wonder, that's why..."

Some scholars suddenly realized that after all, this world has rivers and lakes, and there is a martial arts world, so naturally there is inner strength.

but.

There are very few martial arts masters who can cultivate internal strength.

"Dead anger?"

Zhang Zheng was a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it, and said: "This is already very good. I have never felt that my body is so good. Even if it is a cow, I feel like I can knock it away..."

"Mr. Feng, what's going on with the dead energy in the teacher's body?"

Dalang was a little confused.

"This deathly aura may be related to the disciples." Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said, "However, my music can completely drive away the deathly aura."

"Is the death energy related to the disciples?"

This shocked everyone and made them even more confused.

"Mr. Feng, can you elaborate?"

Lian Li asked curiously.

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(End of this chapter)