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Naked fault-finding!!

Because the Yellow Emperor's Neijing is not a university course at all, but some students who are interested in ancient Chinese literature will read it in a self-taught way!!

"Cao, isn't this embarrassing? My three generations of Chinese medicine family don't know who the original author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing is?"

Zhang Che lowered his head and said angrily, where do you know where to go?!

Who is the author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing?

Hearing Nangong Liuli's question, the freshmen who were doing it turned their heads to look at each other, and they all shook lightly to indicate that they didn't know. They knew that Nangong Liuli was deliberately making things difficult for Mo Qian by asking this question.

The reason, maybe the aunt came early, or maybe this beautiful teacher has irritability?

No one can tell!

"Hehe, this Mo Qian is really miserable, he first formed a bond with Ma Dong at the beginning of school, and now even the teacher is making it difficult for him. ”

"You see the way he stands and doesn't speak, I bet five cents on spicy strips, he definitely doesn't know. ”

"Nonsense, how can you know how to go with such unpopular knowledge? I think he is trying to run away, after all, Ma Lan's revenge is not a joke, just now Ma Dong went out to find his brother Ma Chao, it is estimated that Ma Chao will come over in the next class!"

Seeing Mo Qian standing in place and not speaking, a smile rose at the corner of Nangong Liuli's mouth, which was very good-looking, and he was proud in his heart. She wanted Mo Qian to know that there were people outside the world, and there were people outside the sky.

At least in terms of knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, Mo Qian is still far behind...

"If you don't know this time, forget it, let the teacher tell you, it was written by Zhang Zhongjing, a famous Chinese medicine scholar in my country. Next time I can't answer this simple question, I'll go back and reflect on it for a week!"

Nangong Liuli said sternly, wrote Zhang Zhongjing three big characters on the blackboard, straightened his turbulent chest, and stared at Mo Qian arrogantly like a white swan.

It seems to be asking, got it?

"There is no author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing!"

Mo Qian's words were amazing, and he directly refuted the answer that Nangong Liuli thought was correct!

Goo~

The whole classroom was silent, and when he heard Mo Qian's words, his face froze, his face was puzzled, and someone swallowed his saliva.

Before Nangong Liuli could refute it.

Puff~

"The Yellow Emperor's Neijing has no author, could it be that a ghost can't write it? I really doubt how your brain was admitted to Jiangnan University? Or do you have no brain at all?!"

A shrill voice echoed throughout the classroom with wild laughter, and then the whole classroom burst into laughter!

"That's right, that's right! Could it be that the Yellow Emperor's Neijing has no author? It was written by a ghost! And I also seriously suspect that Mo Qian's IQ is problematic!"

"Although I don't know who the author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing is, there must have been an author who wrote it, and anyone with a little brain knows it. ”

Mo Qian's deep eyes looked back, and Zheng Pao Zhang Che looked behind him angrily.

One was wearing a white tracksuit with Adidas printed on it, with long and narrow Danfeng eyes and a nose facing the sky. A young man in his twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood up and said with a smile.

This is the first impression that young people make, proud...

Boundless!!

Look at each other!

"Heh, it's really a reckless man who can fight, where is Huaxia medicine broad and profound, where is such a reckless man who understands!" Liang Lin snorted coldly in his heart, took off his gold-wire glasses, took out the glasses cloth, wiped them carefully, and put them back on.

"My name is Liang Lin, a family of three generations of traditional Chinese medicine. My grandfather once collected a copy of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon, and it was still an oracle bone inscription! The author on it already wrote Zhang Zhongjing, hehe! Mo Qian, sometimes it's better not to brag nonsense, be careful to blow it up!"

Liang Lin helped the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose and said confidently.

Three generations of TCM families?

How does this sentence sound familiar?

", fourth, don't you often say that your family is also a family of three generations of traditional Chinese medicine? Don't you know who the original author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing is?" Zheng Pao touched Zhang Che's arm and asked.

Zhang Che smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Although I am a third-generation TCM family, I am not interested in TCM. Even applying for the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Jiangnan University was secretly written by my father on the registration form. I prefer to pick up girls rather than study medicine. ”

Zheng Pao: "..."

You speak honestly, who doesn't like pickling girls.

Hearing Liang Lin's answer, Nangong Liuli nodded frequently, her eyes full of appreciation. Nangong Liuli had heard of Liang Lin long before the start of school, after all, he was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine and had the potential to be a squad leader.

Feeling Nangong Liuli's gaze, Liang Lin was secretly happy in his heart.

For this beautiful teacher, he has been coveting it for a long time.

"Since Mo Qian thinks that the Yellow Emperor's Neijing has no author, please come up with evidence, you must know that I am reasonable!" Liang Lin squinted and sneered.

For Liang Lin, studying medicine is noble! A barbarian like Mo Qian is not worthy of such a noble profession as Chinese medicine at all, and he despises Mo Qian very much in his heart, and looks down on Mo Qian from the bottom of his bones.

At least it was not written by Zhang Zhongjing alone, but by a group of people, such as Hua Tuo, Li Shizhen, Sun Simiao, and so on. They are compiled based on the experience of their predecessors and combined with their own experience. ”

Mo Qian's tone was calm, and he didn't feel angry at all because of Liang Lin's ridicule, or he just regarded Liang Lin as a clown jumping off Liang!

The clown's performance was just an uproar.

Hearing Mo Qian's words, Nangong Liuli's delicate and flawless forehead frowned slightly, because she seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere. Chewing Mo Qian's words repeatedly, Nangong Liuli, who was originally convinced, was also a little shaken in his heart.

Finally!!!

Nangong Liuli remembered it, this sentence seemed to come from the mouth of the old principal!

But in her cognition, the original author of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing is undoubtedly Zhang Zhongjing, so do you believe in textbooks or believe in the old principal he respects?

"Joke! Didn't I say that? My grandfather had a collection of oracle bone inscriptions, and the original author of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon had Zhang Zhongjing written on it! Do you know the oracle bone inscriptions? Don't tell me you don't even know the oracle bone inscriptions. ”

Mo Qian's rebuttal made Liang Lin very angry, Liang Lin's voice increased by several decibels, he was showing off his knowledge and Mo Qian's eyes!

"Is this the book?" Mo Qian said as he raised the Yellow Emperor's Inner Scripture handed over to him by his master from the Northern Underworld Daoist.

Under the refraction of the sunlight, the four big characters of the oracle bone inscription Yellow Emperor's inner scripture reflect a dazzling light, and the pages are yellowed, experiencing the torrent of history. However, it was well maintained by Mo Qian.

Page by page, a large number of dense oracle bones appeared in everyone's field of vision!

"Haha, Mo Qian, you're a fool, I said it all! The only book of the Yellow Emperor's Neijing compiled by the oracle bone inscription in China was collected by my grandfather at a sky-high price. You dare to talk about a broken book bought for a few dollars at a random stall? The whole world has been blown up by you!!