Chapter 312: Prelude to the Battle of the Medical Saints!

Throughout the ages, those who are doctors are respected and have a high status, even if they are emperors and generals, they all respect them.

Hua Tuo scraped Guan Yunchang's bones to cure poison, and Emperor Guan was like a guest; Sun Simiao treated the stubborn illness of the eldest grandson empress, and was treated by Tang Taizong as a national scholar; Bian Que Qin's medical skills are famous all over the world, and he has traveled around the world to practice medicine, and no one praises him. The breadth and profundity of traditional Chinese medicine can be traced back to the history of thousands of years ago, still in the Stone Age, men and women weave, there is acupuncture and moxibustion in the era, Shennong's taste of all herbs, in order to benefit the people of the world.

The history of Chinese medicine is broad and profound, and has a long history. In the 21st century, more and more Western medical techniques have emerged, with the miraculous effect of rapid treatment, treating the symptoms but not the root cause, sweeping the world of medical Tao today, and the status of Chinese medicine is in jeopardy. However, the real masters of medical skills, the profound and profound people of Chinese medicine, have always been in a corner, old and dead in the mountains, many people would rather be far away from the rivers and lakes, high up, lonely and self-appreciative, rather than born, for the world to treat hidden diseases, for the benefit of the world.

What's more, knowing that they can save but not save, studying medicine just to show off, for decades and hundreds of years, more and more people are only seeking refinement and not meaning, just like Xu Langkun's elder brother Gu Fanchen, in the deep mountains and old forests, he almost did not die of old age and death, and throughout his life, he studied the principles of traditional Chinese medicine, but he did not practice medicine and save the people from fire and water.

Because of this, there are these appendage insects, as well as those self-righteous medical families, who never disdain to treat the world, Western medicine will almost crush half of China in just a hundred years, and it is even more difficult for Chinese medicine to compete with Western medicine, resulting in the current situation of Chinese medicine sluggishness. It can be said that if Chinese medicine perishes, these people are the culprits, and they are innocent of death.

Western medicine is not useless, but compared to traditional Chinese medicine, which has been inherited for thousands of years, it is really difficult to get along, but it is precisely the popular people who like to be fast and convenient, and the treatment of traditional Chinese medicine takes a long time and the effect is slow, which is the biggest drawback.

The rise of traditional Chinese medicine takes time, and it also needs a banner bearer.

The battle between the medical saints has lasted for hundreds of years, and whoever can obtain the last medical saint is the one who holds the bull's ear in traditional Chinese medicine. The medical saint is also a crucial figure in the rivers and lakes, compared to the supreme alliance leader in the martial arts, there is no more, anyone will be injured, anyone will get sick, even if it is the first in the world of martial arts, it can be seen that a master of traditional Chinese medicine, in the secular status of the rivers and lakes, that is rarely to compete with it.

Three hundred years ago, the battle of the medical saint was unprecedented, and Ma Yongfeng, the leader of the Tianjiao Martial Arts Alliance, was also a sage of the medical saint. The people who can gather hundreds of thousands of years of ancestors are all dragons and phoenixes.

In the main hall of the Qingcheng faction, a gray-haired old man who was over the age of ten years meditated quietly, his eyes closed, and he muttered the magic of meditation in his mouth. Beside him, there was no one, the hall was extremely empty, and the bells were melodious and drifting far away. The old man is like an old monk in a fixed place, as if the surroundings are all still.

"Master, the Great Elder asks to see you."

A loud voice appeared in the hall, and the old man's eyes opened and closed, and he bowed his head slightly.

"Let him in."

This person is the head of the Qingcheng faction of Qingcheng Mountain, Yuanjing Zhenren. The Qingcheng faction can become a martial arts faction in the rivers and lakes, and more than half of it depends on Yuan Jing Zhenren, who became famous forty years ago and is the most outstanding figure in the Qingcheng faction for half a century.

A short time later, the Great Elder walked in.

"Master, this time the matter is indeed a bit tricky, I have sent someone to track it down for so long, almost the entire Qingcheng Mountain, it is none other than the medical saint.

"The battle of the medical saint is about to begin, junior sister, aren't you going to go?"

Jing Jue Shi Tai looked at the junior sister with a sad expression, pale face, and didn't even dress up, and there was an inexplicable sentimentality in her heart, Su Chen's death hit her quite hard, this day, Ling Wing Chun did not enter the rice, and the water did not touch, which made people feel pity when they saw it, but the wood has been completed, and the matter has become a foregone conclusion, how can it be redeemed?

"Go ahead, senior sister, I want to be alone and quiet."

Ling Wing Chun said lightly, her face was colorless. Su Chen is dead, and her heart is also dead.

"No matter what, if you come, just go and have a look, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. I don't think if Su Chen is still here, I don't want you to be so sad. ”

Jing Jue said, Su Chen's death, the grief in her heart, is no less than Ling Wing Chun, there are some things, she would rather die than say, but some people will never be erased in her heart.

"But—"

"If you can go, it can be regarded as a wish of Su Chen, just as he is always by your side, you accompany him, after watching this battle of the medical saint, it is not too late to leave. Don't let yourself leave any regrets, and don't let Su Chen leave any regrets. ”

The words that Jing said made Ling Wing Chun suddenly, it was true, she blindly indulged in grief, but forgot that the purpose of her coming to Qingcheng Mountain was to compete with Su Chen for the position of medical saint, and now Su Chen is dead, but she can't just stop it.

"Okay, I'll go with you, senior sister."

Ling Wing Chun's eyes became clear, but it was impossible to forget the grief of Su Chen's death, and it could only be temporarily relieved, because she wanted to fulfill their common wish for Su Chen.

On the square of Qingcheng Mountain, hundreds of people gathered, all of whom are elites in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, including the traditional Chinese medicine masters in the north, the princes of the south, the supreme doctors of the west, and the Penglai divine doctors in the east. And most of these people are over forty years old, there are few young Chinese medicine practitioners, if you want to become a dominant party, shock Chinese medicine masters at home and abroad, it is necessary to go through time precipitation and experience, and young people, naturally have less experience, not to mention in the Chinese medicine industry, there is no more than half a hundred years old, and no one can even be trusted.

[Author's digression]: The first update!

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