Whoa—

The water of the streams and rivers is clear and clear.

At a river not far from the village, women were washing their clothes, the old were fishing, the young were fishing, and some children were picking up stones a little further away and piling them up to play.

But the river was wide and long, and the fishermen did not disturb the fishermen, and the frolicking children circled around the woman, and the people were separated by a long distance, and neither of them affected the other.

Stomping Whoop –

And there was a sharp sound of the river crashing against the body.

Zhao Zhou stood in the middle of the river in his practice clothes, the water passed through his waist, and he put on a Tai Chi shelf pile, following the strength of the river, stepping down the river for a while, swinging his fist against the current, and polishing his strength.

Don't really say it, the leather of this practice uniform is quite waterproof, and with a shake, a pat, the water droplets soaked in the fabric can go to a seven, seven, eight, eight, or eight, and it doesn't look soaked.

But his sleeves are slightly longer, and for convenience, they are all shaken. The moment it was shaken out, it was also a 'boom' that broke through the air, and when it was drawn to the person, it was a blood purple mark.

"In the past six months, I have been practicing in the river. Water is impermanent, just like boxing, boxing has no growth, and the changes are endless. You can go with the flow or go against the current. Coupled with the resistance in the water, the punches and kicks are like punching with sandbags strapped, which is a good place to hone your strength. So much so that after half a year in this world, my strength has doubled..."

Unconsciously.

Zhao Zhou has been in this world for more than half a year.

Since he found this good place, he has been grinding his strength in the river every day, from the beginning of the water over his legs, maintaining his body in the torrent and slowly pacing and boxing, until now the water reaches his waist, and he can also punch against the current, and his strength has also increased by more than 200 catties! Reached 400 catties of strength!

It's not the force of the punch, it's the strength of his own lifting.

Of course, his strength was able to increase so much because of the effects of taking the Strengthening Pill.

Among them, the main medicine, ginseng for ten or twenty years, is not everywhere in the woods that have not been exploited, but it is not so difficult to find, as long as you have the heart, you can find one or two a day.

Of course, he was able to find it so quickly, and it was he who asked the villagers who were hunting to help him pay attention in the mountains, so as to ensure that the medicine was uninterrupted.

With the support of these precious drugs, it is not surprising that the strength is also rising rapidly.

In order to thank the villagers for their help, Zhao Zhou would also teach them a posture of going out hunting and self-defense with one or two hands, and did not choose to give money as a thank you. After all, in this troubled world, giving the villagers money and treasures is equivalent to killing them, and it is also a change of direction that is equivalent to harming yourself.

Money is not exposed, and it is not for fun.

It's better to teach some boxing techniques and let them have some force to protect themselves.

Zhao Zhou can also learn from others and realize himself.

Because teaching and being taught are also learning.

Because Zhao Zhou has taught the villagers some martial arts over the years, he has gradually integrated into this village and town.

At least when he is practicing martial arts in the river now, the villagers by the river are accustomed to this, fishing for fishing, laundry for laundry, as usual.

And Zhao Zhou closed his eyes slightly in the river, listening to the mountain songs and folk songs whispered by the villagers by the river, and his mind was also relaxed, deducing the fist posture, as if fighting with someone, taking the right frame from the left, or the right hammer and the left grappling, as if it were natural, and the resistance in the water had little impact on him.

It's just that.

Occasionally, Zhao Zhou would pick up the drill with one hand, shoot it like an arrow, and 'snap' into the water to pick up a fish struggling to swing its tail, and throw it towards the river bank as a meal for the day, or in exchange for some other food, meat, and some medicine.

Otherwise, he practiced martial arts every day, did not engage in farming, nor hunted, and would have starved to death.

"Brother Zhao, did you catch fish again?" Not far from the shore, there was also an old angler, happily picking up the fish that was churning beside him and putting them in his own basket.

It's not that he's corrupt and wants to use it for his own use. But when Zhao Zhou finishes practicing, there are still as many as there are.

But Zhao Zhou will only take what he used in exchange today, and give the excess to the old man.

The old man is also willing to help Zhao Zhou, anyway, his children, grandchildren and daughters-in-law are out farming and hunting, and he is idle at home alone, so it is better to go out to bask in the sun, fish and fish, and enjoy the blessings of his old age in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms.

"Carefree is a blessing."

Zhao Zhou occasionally realized, smiled at the old man, and put on the fist again.

But now Zhao Zhou took a move on his legs, pressed down with one hand, changed from the Tai Chi pile, put on a three-body pose, and began to ponder and practice other boxing techniques.

"Xingyi, the eight poles of the main pace of attack, in this troubled times, it is also suitable as a second way to start!"

He had now completely calmed down his enthusiasm for practicing other martial arts, and he was very calm and wanted to watch some of the martial arts secrets of other sects.

Cultivating in such a state is also twice the result with half the effort.

In his drills a few days earlier, the frame of Xingyi also stood upright. But he didn't learn the twelve-shaped fighting method, just simply stood on the shelf, striving to make no mistake in the pile method, and then began to practice his twelve-shaped killing method.

But.

Just as Zhao Zhou was experiencing and slightly modifying the three-body pile frame in the river, there was the sound of 'stepping', and a tiger-headed child ran out of the village and town, came to the river, and shouted at Zhao Zhou: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao...."

The child seemed to have something, and his face was a little anxious.

It's just that before his words fell, a big man fishing in the river first shouted, "Second baby, didn't you see Mr. Zhao practicing?" ”

The big man stared at the big eyes, and as he spoke, he went out of the river with a 'whoosh' and ran towards the 'frightened' child, making a gesture to fight.

"Li Er, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhou saw the child's crying expression, and also put away his fist, and without waiting for the big man to hit the child's buttocks, he said something to stop it, and asked the child with a smile across the bank: "You don't play with Zhang Zhu's Niuniu in the village, why did you come to the river to look for me?"

"Mr. Zhao...."The child's face turned red, seeing Zhao Zhou's voice too loud, and the eyes of the elders on the shore all looked at him, his heart tightened, although he didn't know what the love between men and women was, but he was also a little embarrassed, afraid that his father would not let him play with Niuniu in the future.

But he quietly raised his head again, glanced at his father who suddenly showed a meaningful smile next to him, but he didn't know why, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, ran to the shore in a few steps, and whispered to Zhao Zhou, who also walked out of the river, and said: "Sir, there is a doctor in the village and town, and I heard that you collected that ginseng grass, so I want to see you." The patriarch saw that I was running fast, so he let me come. ”

"Mr. Practitioner?" Zhao Zhou nodded, although he didn't know who Mr. Practitioner was, but he also let the child speak: "I'll go back to the house and change my clothes, and I'll go."

On Yang Luchan's side, Zhao Zhou made a total of five practice clothes. Practice in the water every day, and change it after soaking.

Although it is waterproof, when the sun is exposed, it will become without changing.

But nowadays, when receiving guests, it is certainly not possible to wear semi-dry clothes in etiquette.

also left the river with Zhao Zhou and finished changing his clothes.

When he came to the large courtyard of the village elder, he also met the doctor who practiced medicine.

"Dare to think that this is Zhao Zhou, and Mr. Zhao Wuji is also?"

In the courtyard stood Wang Qi, the village head, and a middle-aged scribe with a medical suitcase, who were in the courtyard, as if they were waiting for Zhao Zhou.

At this time, it was also the middle-aged scribe who opened his mouth and saluted at the same time.

"Exactly down there." Zhao Zhou hugged his fists, after he came to this world, he also took a word with the times, and was Wuji. Wu is the martial arts of martial arts, and the pole is the pole of Tai Chi. It is also the meaning of the way of martial arts, reaching the peak.

"Oh, sir, I will see you, in the next Zhang Ji, the word Zhongjing." The middle-aged scribe was gentle and elegant, and without waiting for the two village chiefs to introduce him, he revealed his name, as if he usually met and talked.

"Zhang Zhongjing?!"

It's just that when Zhao Zhou heard this, he was excited in his heart. Unexpectedly, after coming to the Three Kingdoms World, the first celebrity I saw was to meet this legendary figure in the medical field, a great doctor who can be called a 'saint'!

But if he saw Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, etc. this time, he would not have fluctuations in his heart, and would only see if he could fight and run.

But a university scholar like Zhang Zhongjing can't practice with his hands, right?

In particular, when Zhao Zhou heard the arrival of Zhang Zhongjing, who has been famous for thousands of years, his first reaction was not only excited, but it was like learning his medical skills.

After all, medicine and martial arts are not separated, which boxer will not be able to massage the method of blood activation with one or two hands?

"Now that I've seen it, I have to learn medical skills, recognize herbs, and maybe I can practice a recipe..."

Zhao Zhou thought about it, he had also practiced martial arts for many days, and knew that the prescription for strengthening the body was as precious as the boxing technique, and he wanted to ponder it himself.

There is such a good opportunity, how can you let it go.

And Zhang Zhongjing still had no official position at the time of the Yellow Turban Rebellion and belonged to ordinary people.

It's just that he thought of the Yellow Turban War, and was afraid of causing a plague, so he traveled to various states, happened to pass by here, and heard that a person eats ginseng every day such a great tonic, and when he has nothing to do, he also wants to meet Zhao Zhou and see how strange it is.

"Dare to ask sir, do you take ginseng all year round?"

Thinking of asking, Zhang Zhongjing belongs to a doctor, and he is a lifelong self-taught medical student.

"Exactly." There is nothing to hide, ginseng in the late Han Dynasty is an ordinary herb, not precious at all, Zhao Zhou is also endless, and he has experienced a life-and-death battle, and his excited mind just now was also pressed quickly, and it was not noticed by outsiders.

It's just that as his words fell, Zhang Zhongjing glanced at Zhao Zhou's eyebrows and the expression in his eyes, but suddenly said to him curiously: "This gentleman, do you have a ginseng prescription list?" Or simply take ginseng to practice the body? ”

Zhang Zhongjing's guessing words, after listening to Zhao Zhou's temperament, he told Zhao Zhou's bottom line, knowing that Zhao Zhou was a martial artist, and it was estimated that ginseng was used to practice martial arts and replenish blood.

But as he spoke, he didn't ask more, but guessed: "If Mr. has a prescription for the pill, don't take it according to the list." Guy's list is not good for yin and yang, you have been poisoned by fire. ”

"Fire poison?" Zhao Zhou heard this term that he had never heard before, and saw Zhang Zhongjing brushing his beard to think, and he didn't care about the previous question, but asked softly.

And for such a scholar who practices medicine in the world and can be called a 'saint', his demeanor is also like treating Yang Luchan, with a state of study, and he does not want to miss any opportunity to learn.

After all, people are like a sponge for growth, and knowledge is like an endless sea.

Zhao Zhou deeply knows that if you want to go further and further on the road of martial arts, you will never be able to learn only medicine and martial arts.

And Zhang Zhongjing's next words made him even more excited and listened attentively.

Because although Zhang Zhongjing has never studied martial arts, he uses medical theory to explain the mystery of dark energy and chemical energy!

"Although fire poison is not hindered, it is also called excessive qi and blood."

Zhang Zhongjing stretched out his palm, and with Zhao Zhou's consent, his fingers put on Zhao Zhou's hand, thought for a few breaths, and said freely: "But man is the spirit of heaven and earth, when yin and yang are combined, this yin and yang are the fingers, qi and meaning, force and square. Thinking about a party just now can allow you to resist fire poison and warm your heart and lungs. The muscles and bones are combined with the lungs and blood. ”

Zhang Zhongjing said, before Zhao Zhou secretly shouted, "God!" It is the same as what Yang said beforehand, and then said: "After Mr. used my method to recuperate, if this method does not work, if there is any doubt, I have not been found." But I can find a good friend named Zuo Ci, who understands the way of medicine and knows the method of cultivation in the heart, and should be able to recuperate Mr. 's symptoms. ”

Zhang Zhongjing's words fell, but he smiled and said: "Although I and the Zuo Ci Taoist have only met once, but each admires each other, and we are close friends, and then I will write a letter to you, and I can find him on a small island called Penglai, presumably he should meet Mr. Shang."