The black shadow passed through the bushes and came to Mrs. Luoxia and screamed, stroking the half-tree cherry blossoms that had been eaten bald by Zhu Tong with trembling hands, and cursing something in a low voice.

When the moon shone on him, he saw that it was a thin old man, but it was not dry; A black suit tightly wrapped around his lean body, and it seemed that every inch of muscle was filled with explosive volume. The tiny eyes shimmered as sharp as nails.

For the next three days, Zhu Tong went to see Matsui in the morning; Every day, with the help of the butterfly god, the purple butterfly is driven to devour a relatively large lesion.

Bai Jiashu uses herbs to nourish Matsui's body, and the prescription is changed every day, which is requested by Zhu Tong, and Matsui's condition changes every day. Fortunately, everyone is nominally a Chinese medicine practitioner, and Bai Jiashu knows that Zhu Tong's origin is mysterious, and accepts the miracle that appeared on Matsui-shi's body peacefully.

Zheng Shurong is not so easy to dismiss, if it is understandable that Matsui's symptoms have been significantly relieved, it is not easy to explain later. On the fourth day, doctors from the Kyoto Institute of Medicine came to conduct a routine check-up for Matsui, and found that several of the most dangerous lesions had disappeared.

They didn't know that Zhu Tong could also understand some English, so they surrounded Zheng Shurong and asked. Poor nerd, was told by Director Li to be careful, but he didn't expect such a magical thing to happen right under his nose, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Tell them that this is a new treatment of traditional Chinese medicine and is currently in the experimental stage. The results may be repeated and the results may be seen after a while. ”

Zheng Shurong had no choice but to use this excuse to cover up the past, but after lunch, he pestered Zhu Tong and insisted on being his student and learning this magical medical skill.

"Can you take it?" The first sentence Zhu Tong asked made Zheng Shurong think about it again and again, and then nodded and said, "I can endure hardship." ”

Zhu Tong nodded distressedly, if he didn't want to answer uranium, he would be better.

"If you don't practice Chinese medicine, it's all empty after all. If you really want to learn, I'll take you as a student, but maybe three or five years won't have any effect. ”

"As long as you teach, I will study hard. As long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, I don't believe that I can't learn. "Nerds are nerds, and Zhu Tong doesn't like students or disciples who only work hard.

"There is the kung fu to sharpen the iron pestle, how many needles can't be done? Dr. Zheng can only work hard and cannot learn Chinese medicine. You must remember that what you just said is wrong, and you must understand and experience more in order to learn and understand Chinese medicine. ”

"Got it, can we start now?" Zheng Shurong remembered every sentence of Zhu Tong, and only knew at the beginning that Zhu Tong only taught him the basic exercises of Peng Ma Gong, saying that it was the basic health preservation exercises; The foundation of traditional Chinese medicine should also be learned from Bai Jiashu.

It was still in the afternoon of this day, Jingchi Xuemei gave Zhu Tong a CD, which contained photocopies of traditional Chinese medicine literature in the Jingchi family library of Tianye Ranch.

So, Zheng Shurong had another job: sorting out and selecting these books, and sorting out all the content about acupuncture and aromatherapy.

Zhu Tong has discussed with Bai Jiashu many times, and the very important reason why Matsui style can persist until now is that magical aromatherapy, the ancient medical technique about aromatherapy in the library of the Jingchi family, they once wanted to see the manuscript of Hui Heji, but they were reluctantly refused; So, the little crook got angry and demanded a complete set of photocopies of all the books in the library.

However, photocopying ancient books is a highly professional project that takes a long time. Matsui Shiki has been busy these days, and Ichi Yukimi took the time to go to the ranch and only came back today; What was sent was only a preliminary CD-ROM arrangement.

"Sir, the cherry blossoms in the garden are about to be grateful, I just finished cleaning up my father's tea room, can you please go and have a cup of tea?"

Jing Chi Xuemei invited in a low voice, Zhu Tong knew that she had something to say, and it was really inconvenient in the room where she lived, someone was eavesdropping, Zheng Shurong was still using her laptop to sort out the ancient books, so she stood up and walked out with Jing Chi Xuemei.

It's mid-afternoon, and the sun is shining in the garden of Jiujin; After Zhu Tong arrived in Kutsu, he was only in Jiujin, and he thought of Kyoto and said to Iike Yukimi at the entrance of the wooden archway: "I don't know the tea ceremony, I want to see Kyoto, is it okay?" ”

"Okay, I'm sorry, we were rude. I should have arranged for my husband to go to the city to have a look, but it was all because of Grandpa Shi's illness, so I arranged it immediately. ”

Yukimi Iike said a string of Japanese to the two people standing under the torii, and one of them ran away quickly.

"Sir, please, I'll go change my clothes, and I'll be fine right away." Ichi Yukimi is still wearing a thin kimono, with long hair and a very classical look; It's just that this dress is obviously not suitable for shopping, so Zhu Tong went to the Matsui-style room first and said hello to Bai Jiashu by the way.

In the afternoon, it was time for aromatherapy, and Hui Heji put the Matsui-style guide on a wooden couch, and then covered the wooden barrel, leaving only one head outside. In another room, three Hui Heji's disciples were waiting for a charcoal stove. Herbs and spices were boiled in a copper pot on the stove, and steam was sent down the copper pipes into Matsui's wooden barrel.

In the past, Matsui had to be tied with more than ten or twenty silver and gold needles before each aromatherapy session, which was said to be more conducive to absorption. After Zhu Tong arrived, he canceled the show, and Hui Heji was very jealous of Zhu Tong and didn't dare to protest at all.

Aromatherapy has a good effect on Matsui's originally weak vitality, and the benefits of the purple butterfly in his body are even greater.

No matter what kind of organism it is, it is very hard work to engulf the lesions of malignant tumors. Zhu Tong thought that without the supplement of aromatherapy, that little guy would not have recovered so quickly.

"Amitabha, the master has worked hard." Zhu Tong looked serious and said to Hui Heji, who had just finished his busy work: "Come and rest and have a cup of tea." ”

"Amitabha; This is the hard work of Mr. Seeing Mr. Matsui's illness improve day by day, it is Mr. Matsui's medical skills that can rejuvenate him. "Hui Heji's master demeanor still has to be posed in front of Bai Jiashu, and in the face of Zhu Tong, he is always a little weak-hearted.

Zhu Tong knew that his and Hui Heji's every move was being closely watched; Since I don't want to get involved in this matter too deeply, I won't say anything excessive. Pointing to Matsui Shiki, who was enjoying the aromatherapy in the room, he asked, "I would like to ask the master, does aromatherapy require water?" ”

"Water?" Hui Heji didn't expect Zhu Tong to ask this, so he muttered for a while before replying: "I use hot spring water, and the hot springs in Kyoto are the best water." ”

Zhu Tong knew that he was lying, and it was the habit of almost all Chinese medicine practitioners to keep a hand; Hui Heji didn't know that Jingchi Xuemei had already given Zhu Tong all the books he had read, and even many ancient medical books that he hadn't had the chance to see were also given as favors. Zhu Tong also glanced at the information sorted out by Zheng Shurong just now, and happened to see that aromatherapy has very strict requirements for who uses what water.

"Compassion is compassion, compassion is compassion, is the compassion of Buddhism compassion or compassion? When the master drinks tea, he should be very particular about water, and the reason is the same. Zhu Tong muttered, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jing Chi Xuemei changing into a dress and appearing in the corridor in the distance, and said to Hui Heji: "Mr. Matsui used to be cold and weak, and it is right to use hot spring water. Has the master taken the pulse of Mr. Matsui these days? If not, the master has made an omission. Mr. Matsui is now full of fire in his body, and Dr. Bai's medicine is a warm tonic and harmony, and I hope that the master's fragrance can also change with the times. The so-called human life is a matter of heaven, I hope that the master will be merciful and be careful in everything. ”

Hui Heji was pointed out by Zhu Tong in front of his disciples, and immediately turned red and asked his disciples to turn off the fire; Matsui Shiki looked at him coldly, as a doctor sponsored by the Ichi family, he had already made a mistake once, and he couldn't afford to be responsible for making another mistake.

Matsui Shi is still very polite to Master Hui Heji on the surface in the past two days, and who knows what he thinks in his bones; At this time, he closed his eyes and said, "Don't be busy, let's do it today." What time is it again? I still have a lot of work to deal with. Dr. Bai, is this okay? ”

Bai Jiashu didn't want to offend Hui Heji, how to say that he was also a prestigious master, so he nodded and said: "There shouldn't be any problem, I don't know much about aromatherapy; It won't hurt you anyway. ”

Matsui opened his eyes at this time, and after finding Zhu Tong, he said, "Sir, I feel young again, haha." ”

The so-called young momentum, Hui Heji and Bai Jiashu didn't know what it meant, and looked at him blankly.

"You're not old. After a few days, Mr. Matsui will be able to show his strength. It's just that your body is still very weak, and that kind of thing is the most exhausting, so you have to stop it in moderation. ”

"Hahahaha!" Matsui laughed so hard that tears flowed from his eyes.

Zhu Tong also smiled; With the help of Purple Butterfly, he felt Matsui-style shrouded in the barrel swell; For an old man, there is no better proof of his physical vitality than this sex.

Matsui is not very old, only in his sixties; Zhu Tong replenished his qi and continued his life, the small lesions were temporarily suppressed, the large lesions had been devoured by the purple butterfly, and then the ginseng was replenished every day, it was normal to have such vitality.

"Grandpa Shi, what are you laughing at?"

"Chinese medicine is a Chinese discipline in the end." Matsui Shiki stopped his excitement when he saw Yukimi Iike, sighed and closed his eyes to enjoy the aromatherapy; "Xuemei takes good care of my husband, he is my life-saving benefactor, and you are also your benefactor."

It takes about half an hour to get to Kyoto from Kyutsu and is estimated to be around thirty kilometers. Maybe because of Zhu Tong, the pomp and circumstance of Ichi Yukimi going out is not very big. She drives a white Lexus sports car with an RV in the front and rear.

On the way, Yukimi Iike didn't say that; Zhu Tong looked at the scenery outside the window, thinking about distant Shanghai, thinking about leaves and flowers.

With the help of the Internet, Zhu Tong can feel every move of the Phoenix Fairy every day, and he is more and more worried about the flower; All the information shows that Wang Xiangjiao did not give Huahua any help at all.

Shanghai is already very clean, and Zhu Tong walks on the streets of Kyoto, and the only feeling is that it is clean.

Iike Yukimi made a cameo tour guide and said that Kyoto was the ancient capital of the city, so most of the buildings were ancient; When the car drove into the city of Kyoto, there were not many high-rise buildings, and the roads were not wide, and there were only quaint colors around it.

"This is the ancient capital." Ichi Yukimi saw Zhu Tong's surprise, stopped the car and beckoned him to go out for a walk; "You can't sit in a car to see Kyoto, it's fun to walk around."

Walking in such an exquisite town, Zhu Tong's impression of Yuben was concretized; Yukimi Ichi gently took his arm and whispered about the famous places he walked through, without any pretentiousness. On the contrary, Zhu Tong was a little embarrassed, always feeling that someone was watching them.

Jingchi Xuemei doesn't seem to come out often, and he is even more unfamiliar with Yuben, who will know him? Besides, there are three bodyguards in front and back guarding without a trace, so it shouldn't be okay, right?

The little crook drives away the uneasiness in his heart and gradually immerses himself in the appreciation of the exotic scenery.

The streets of Kyoto are really beautiful to be seen by walking, and the temples and shrines that can be found everywhere are very classical. Yukimi Iike is not a good tour guide, this is her hometown, but she can also tell a lot of interesting allusions, it seems that every street has a story, this is the soul of Kyoto, right?

When passing by a tall log archway, Ichi Yukimi walked in with Zhu Tong; A bodyguard had already run in to negotiate. Jingchi Xuemei took off her shoes and went to the palace, and followed the customs of the villagers, and Zhu Tong had to learn from her to leave her shoes outside the palace.

It turned out that the hall was full of straw mats, and what I smelled was not the smell of incense, but the refreshing fragrance of the mats. There are no statues of gods in the temple, only a few wooden plaques hanging on the front, on which are written indecipherable characters.

Wearing only socks and stepping on the wide hall, the refreshing breeze passes through the hall, believe it or not, and don't say it, it is indeed a special fun.

Ichi Yukimi respectfully bowed to each sign before retreating to the door.

"Won't you bow sir?"

"Me?" Zhu Tong shook his head; "It's not that I don't worship, I don't know you. I don't know him, he doesn't know me, and it's useless to worship. ”

"What a bold sir, the above is a Chinese Bodhisattva."

The monk was already in front of the door, giving two delicate puppets. Ichi Yukimi took it and handed it to Zhu Tong: "Taro will bless you." ”

Walking out of the archway, he smiled and whispered: "He still thought we were lovers, and he came to bless the marriage." That's why I sent this. The doll in her hand is a cute little girl with braided hair.

"Someone is following us." Out of the professional instinct of a liar, Zhu Tong suddenly felt that something was wrong, and someone was approaching quickly.

"Where?" Yukimi Iike looked around nervously.

Zhu Tong was just about to turn around and point to the man in the trench coat twenty meters away, when he suddenly pulled Jingchi Yukimi and fell to the ground. He saw the other man's hand in the pocket of his trench coat move, and there seemed to be something like a gun in it.

Bullets are no better than darts or hidden weapons, and have always been the nemesis of martial artists; Therefore, Zhu Tongcai is not very interested in cultivating kung fu; Now his judgment has been fulfilled.

As he turned around and fell, he already felt a heat in his back and knew he had been shot.

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