The arrival of Yu Flip did not set off too much turmoil in Xiakou.

The story of the capture of the Soochow Assassins by Zhao Haosheng was compiled into various versions and spread to the streets and alleys.

Zhao Hao's miraculous skills were world-renowned, and he took down the Dongwu assassins who came to assassinate him in one round.

Zhao Hao was wise and martial, and he had already seen through the conspiracy of Dongwu, and won the Dongwu assassin in one round.

Zhao Hao was blessed by the gods, and the sword qiāng was invulnerable, and he took down the Dongwu assassin in one round.

Anyway, no matter what the version, Zhao Hao sees through everything, the divine soldiers descend from the sky, and it is difficult to get close to everything at all, even if it is close, it is self-defeating.

Only those who witnessed it at the time knew the earth-shattering horror scene at that time,

That was also the closest moment to death since Zhao Hao's rebirth.

If it weren't for Lu Yusheng's appearance, the consequences would be really unimaginable......

"Boss, I'm here myself.

If you can't get used to the smell, why don't you get out of here? ”

Ding Feng was seriously injured and was at risk of dying at any time in this era when there were no antibiotics.

Zhao Hao gave up his house to Ding Feng to recuperate, and guarded a stove with Wang Xi, boiling a bunch of decoctions with the same strange color and smell.

Zhao Hao was deeply skeptical that this liquid could work, but he had no better way, so he had to give Ding Feng a few aspirin tablets first, and then cooperate with Wang Xi to decoct the medicine.

The unpleasant smell of the decoction smoked Zhao Hao so much that he couldn't open his eyes, but Wang Xi seemed to enjoy it very much, and told Zhao Hao about his medical studies while cooking.

And the character guide in Zhao Hao's eyes is also just right to introduce Wang Xi's task.

Wang Xizi Shuhe, a native of Gaoping, was a famous medical scientist during the Three Kingdoms period, and was the imperial physician of Cao Wei and the Jin Dynasty in the official history.

The introduction of the system character illustrated book is only this short sentence, Zhao Hao stayed for a long time, and almost wanted to cut out this tattered illustrated book and throw it away.

This Nima, what is this character introduction?

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that this short sentence also has a mystery.

If it was the imperial physician order at the end of the Wei Dynasty and the beginning of the Jin Dynasty, then he should be a colleague of Brother Chen Shou, who wrote the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms.

Zhao Hao couldn't help the gossip fire in his heart, and asked, "By the way, Wang Xi, do you know a person named Zhang Zhongjing?" ”

Unexpectedly, Wang Xi's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again: "I know, what's the matter, you also know my master?" ”

"No, no, no, I've just heard a little bit about this old man."

Hearing that Zhang Zhongjing existed, Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart that Lu Luan was really lonely and unheard, and he had never even heard of a miracle doctor like Zhang Zhongjing.

"Few people in this world have heard the story of my master's practice of medicine, boss, you have actually heard it...... Could it be that God the All-Knowing and Almighty is telling you? ”

"The way of ghosts and gods is ethereal, ordinary people believe it, just forget it, you don't believe in this anymore."

Zhao Hao didn't want a generation of divine doctors to believe in metaphysics, so he said, "Where is Zhang Zhongjing's predecessor now?" ”

Wang Xi's expression was gloomy, and he said: "My master doesn't want the world to suffer, so he travels all over the world to treat people.

It's just that this medical path is the last way, and the master is studying medicine, so the family is quite opposed, and later only accepted me as an apprentice, and his old man's medical skills are only afraid that he will decline in my place. ”

"He's an old man?"

"yes." Wang Xi sighed,

"When he fought Chibi, Cao Cao needed a lot of military doctors, but my master was old, but he was forcibly taken away by him, and he never came back......

Speaking of which, I have never seriously worshipped the teacher, and my medical skills are ...... It's all up to you. ”

He held the reloaded "Treatise on Typhoid Fever" in his hand and sighed:

"My master has always wanted to write a medical book to treat typhoid fever and save more mortals in this troubled world.

didn't expect that he would fall in the troubled times first, and he didn't know which of Sun Liu's fire or Cao Thief's butcher's knife took away his old man first, or his old man was already weak at that time, and finally fell into the epidemic. ”

"His book is only the beginning, and I have been improving it over the years.

But the more I studied, the more I felt that I was far from Master.

I only hated that I was too young back then, and Master only taught me to read and write......

Do you know, back then, my master treated Wang Cang - it was the famous Wang Cang-

said that if Wang Cang refused to take medicine properly, he would definitely die of a plague in twenty years.

Sure enough, Wang Cang was indeed killed in a plague! ”

Zhao Hao almost burst into tears when he heard it before, but after listening to the story of Zhang Zhongjing's treatment of Wang Cang, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Can prophesy death from the Great Plague twenty years later......

In other words, this is no longer the scope of medicine, this is the scope of psychic.

Wang Xi, the master, won't walk with Lao Tzu and me, right?

It seems that my brother did the same when he was seeing a doctor a certain day later.

He saw Wang Xi looking like frost hitting an eggplant, patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't be discouraged, you're only so old.

The so-called disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple, the Tao exists, and the teacher exists.

No matter what your teacher's life is, whether you have an apprenticeship or not, at least he has led you to the road of medicine, and is willing to spend all his efforts to go on, then he is a good teacher, and when you get mixed up in the future, you might as well write a memoir to tell about your teacher's great achievements, so that the world will also know your teacher's name. ”

Wang Xi nodded frantically like a chicken pecking rice, and said, "Boss, don't look at your usual appearance of not learning and unskilled, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."

Well, the disciple doesn't have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher doesn't have to be better than the disciple......

Oh, what you said really made me pause, I must work hard in the future to become a generation of miracle doctors, so that the name of my master Zhang Zhongjing will resound in all directions. ”

Well, the disciple doesn't have to be inferior to the teacher, the teacher doesn't have to be better than the disciple, who said that?

Zhao Hao remembered that this was a junior high school text, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember the whole picture of this text.

He wasn't a very knowledgeable person, and he seemed to have forgotten most of the things in his previous life since he crossed over, and he suddenly felt that he should hurry up and do something.

As a time-traveling party, it is really unqualified to leave any poetry and songs that transcend the times to pretend to be X.

The discipline of history and humanities is inherently very subjective, and a cultured person, even if he is as mediocre as Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, once he has a cultural bonus, he will also shine in history.

Li Guang is because Sima Qian blows well, and in the eyes of a group of people who eat melons, he can faintly go back and forth with Han Baiwei Huo.

It doesn't matter if no one blows Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can brag himself.

So he casually got some bamboo slips and pondered for a moment-

Then he was petrified.

It's over, all the things I learned back then have been returned to the teacher, and when I picked up the pen, I forgot all the poems and songs I learned in junior high school, and only the earnest teaching he gave him when he just learned deception.

How can it be believed that human feelings are overwhelmed and the world's customs are too hypocritical?

Zi said: "Clever words, Lingse, and full respect, Zuoqiu is ashamed, and Qiu is also ashamed." ”

Shame on his grievances and friends.

People have many desires, and their sexuality is still private. Success enjoys its merits, failure is entrusted to its faults, and the saint can surpass it, and the nature of the person is also.

"Senior brother, what is this?" Zhao Hao asked cutely.

"Don't speak, remember with your heart, this is the subtle words of the ancient sages, and your senior brother relied on this divine book to trick the queen into bed."

“……”

"Why don't you believe it? Your brother never lies! If you don't believe it, my brother will kill you. ”

Zhao Hao, who was young and ignorant, was forced to carry a lot of this kind of thing by his senior brother, and after a long time, this large pile of words is clearer than his ID number, and it has become Zhao Hao's code of conduct.

Zhao Hao tilted his head and thought about it, but he still decided not to leave this valuable cultural property to this world, but when he came back to his senses, he found that his hand seemed to have some special function, and he actually wrote a lot of dragons and snakes on a bamboo slip.

Wang Xi stretched out his head beside him to read the text carefully, and couldn't help but read it with a light in his eyes, and he was amazed, and said, "Boss, what is this thing you wrote?" ”

"Well, I'm going to write a strange book called "Luo Weaving Sutra".

"And you said that you wrote a strange book?"

"That's what Teacher Six said, is there any problem?"

Zhao Hao casually rolled up the bamboo slips, and originally wanted to throw them into the fire, but he remembered the voice and smile of his senior brother before leaving, and suddenly felt a little reluctant.

"By the way, it's all written anyway, it's better to send it to Sun Luban's little lady to play a role."

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