After the conduct left, Ye Qinghong's indifferent face showed a trace of grievance, and he said, "Senior brother, why did you ground me?"

The man in white shook his head: "It's not to ground you, it's to let you retreat.?Chinese?? Net?? ．?? .com You are listed as the same as the conduct of the eight heroes and fourteen masters, and the martial arts should be among the best. Three years ago, he fought Luoyang Daxia Haishan, although he killed Haishan, he himself almost died, but it can be seen that his martial arts were not above you at that time. But three years later...... Judging from what happened just now, his swordsmanship is far above yours. Qinghong, it's time for you to work hard!"

Ye Qinghong's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice: "Three years ago, I entered the Ice Cold Sword Intent Realm, and three years later, I am still standing still, Senior Brother, please teach me, how can I break through this stage?"

The man in white coldly glanced at the surrounding martial artists, those people were very interested, and hurriedly retreated.

"Your talent is enough, it's not hard enough, and Master's expectations for you are also very great, these conditions are envied by ordinary people but can't have, but you haven't made a breakthrough for a long time, which is related to your character!"

The man in white said: "You are smart and active by nature, and you were the most naughty when you were a child, this kind of clever and lively personality conflicts with the cold sword intent you choose, which causes you to never be able to break through the heart barrier and achieve perfection, and the state of mind is not perfect, and the strong practice of sword intent is only half the effort, and the sword intent you practice has a big flaw." ”

Ye Qinghong nodded: "Senior brother is right, I regret choosing the Ice Spirit Sword Intent, but Master said that I have a relationship with the Ice Spirit Divine Sword." ”

"Master may have his own reasoning, but he didn't think about other aspects, such as whether your character is suitable. There was an even more troublesome point, the Ice Spirit Divine Sword was now in Lin Hong's hands. Uncle Lin is narrow-minded and can't tolerate people, you and him are practicing the cold sword intent, now your cultivation is still shallow, he doesn't care too much, once you break through to a higher realm, I'm afraid you will be regarded as a thorn in your heart by him, which is not good for your future growth!"

Listening to the words of the man in white, although Ye Qinghong's face was still indifferent, there was already a look of anxiety in his eyes: "Senior brother, do you have any good ideas?"

"Are you willing?"

The man in white asked Ye Qinghong speechless, only to hear the man in white ask again: "Do you remember what Master said about the four realms of swordsmanship?"

Ye Qinghong thought for a while and said, "In the first stage of the way of the sword, the sword is the sword. Novices in kendo practice diligently day and night, and they can enter this realm by honing their swordsmanship for ten years. Those who enter this realm master the sword of killing, and when the sword comes out, the sword is the sword, and I am me. ”

"In the second stage, the sword is not a sword. Look at the mountain is not a mountain, see the water is not water, the sword is not a sword, I am not me, everything is turned into a sword intent, with the intention of the sword, with the power of the realm against the enemy. ”

"In the third stage, the sword is in the heart. Back to basics, the sword is in the heart, look at the mountain or the mountain, look at the water or water, the sword is still the sword, I am still me, with the heart of the sword, not confined to change, every flower and leaf can hurt people. ”

"Stage 4 ......"

Speaking of this, Ye Qinghong hesitated: "Master didn't elaborate that day, at this stage, I only know that I want people to forget the sword, as for how to forget, Master said that when the realm is reached, you will naturally know it, and it is useless to say how much the realm is." Senior brother, has Master already cultivated to this realm?"

The man in white smiled faintly, but there was no joy in his smile: "I have forgotten the sword, it is easy to say, but it is too difficult to do! As for the master and his old man, in the past ten years of retreat, he may have reached a higher and deeper realm, and he is not clear about his brother." Little junior sister, just now you asked how to break through the existing realm, whether to change other sword intents, I don't agree, you have now cultivated to the critical point of the second stage, if you give up halfway, I am afraid that not only will it not be beneficial for you to change other sword intents, but it will damage the foundation of your first stage, and when the time comes, you will be in a bad state of mind, I am afraid that it will cause the danger of burning your heart illusion. ”

The Chang'an Sword Sect focuses on condensing and refining the heart, and attaches the most importance to controlling the state of mind, but the more things that are paid attention to, the more likely it is to have problems, and the illusion of burning the heart is to go crazy, once it touches the illusion of the heart, no matter how perfect the state of mind will collapse, it will damage the cultivation at the lightest, and the most important will be the loss of the mind and madness, becoming an unreasonable madman.

The relationship between Ye Qinghong and the man in white is extraordinary, so he naturally believes his words, but in today's sword competition, Ye Qinghong is already very disappointed in his cold sword intent, and he is eager to break through from other aspects, so he does not give up and says: "Senior brother, can you teach me the spiritual sword intent?"

The man in white changed color directly when he heard this, and said angrily: "Absolutely not!"

Seeing Ye Qinghong's sad expression, the man in white softened his tone and said, "I'm doing this for your good, although the master loves you very much, but if he shows you stealing the soul sword intent after he leaves the customs, he will definitely punish you heavily." Besides, the spiritual sword intent is unpredictable, and the master strictly forbade everyone to cultivate this sword intent back then, there must be concerns from his old man, so don't embarrass me anymore!"

Ye Qinghong remembered the arrogant and contemptuous demeanor of Cao Xingzhi, and said gloomily: "I want to repay today's shame, but now I have no hope of practicing hard. ”

The man in white comforted: "You must not be discouraged, the Ice Cold Sword Intent is listed as the eight high-grade sword intent in the Nameless Sword Dictionary, and naturally it has its mystery, you are just stuck in the realm now, and your heart is troubled, so Brother Wei suggests that you retreat for a few months, calm your mind, and make your state of mind complete, maybe this sword competition defeat will help you break through your cultivation." ”

Ye Qinghong nodded perfunctorily, but his heart was still haunted by an indescribable emotion.

I'm going to make you look good!

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Xingzhi didn't know that he had been deeply remembered by a woman, and he came to Xingdaofang.

Jishitang is in Xingdaofang.

Xingdaofang is located in the south of the imperial city Zhuque Street East the first column of the last row of squares, the area belongs to the relatively small square in the capital, but the population is large, there are more than 800 families living in it, because this is a place where the poor gather.

The Jishitang Pharmacy was set up here, and Wei Wei adhered to his philosophy, hoping to help more people at the bottom.

When Xingzhi arrived at Jishitang, Wei Wei was helping a dying patient.

The patient was unconscious, his face was a little blue, and saliva was constantly flowing from the patient's mouth.

Several family members were so anxious that they beat their hands and feet, and the women wiped tears from their eyes.

Anyone can see that this patient's condition is really not good, and I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for long.

Wei Wei is in his sixties, his appearance is mediocre, slightly dark, slightly thin, like an old peasant in the countryside, but his bearing is very calm, and he is not moved at all in the face of the interference of crying and crying around him, but calmly asks for a pulse.

Then he opened the patient's clothes and looked at it, and there was a fist-sized sore on the patient's left calf, which was black and shiny, but there was no pus.

An old man who looked like the patient's father recounted the patient's condition.

When the patient went down to the field half a month ago, he was bitten by something, but he didn't care about it at the time because he didn't feel any special discomfort. But three days later, he began to have a high fever, and his family thought that he was suffering from the cold, so he grabbed a few pairs of medicine and ate them. After a few days of delay, the patient's condition became more serious, the body was cold and hot, and he often passed out in a coma, the family was in a hurry, and took the patient to see Langzhong, Langzhong said that it was typhoid fever, he was the best at treating typhoid fever, and finally the family spent a high price to buy a few pairs of special medicines, and went back to the patient to eat.

After taking Langzhong's medicine, the patient's condition really seems to be better, he doesn't have a fever, he doesn't fall into a coma, and he can still talk to his family, but he is weak and can't get off the ground at all.

dragged it like this, and grabbed two more special drugs from Lang Zhong in the middle, but the patient's condition never improved, until last night, he suddenly passed out again, shortness of breath, heartbeat came and went, and pungent saliva flowed from his mouth, and he couldn't do it at the moment.

The family finally panicked, and finally had to be reminded by a neighbor that there was an old doctor here in Xingdaofang, so he hurriedly carried the person over and sought treatment.

After listening to the words of the patient's family, Wei Wei's face was solemn, and he shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you are late!"

The faces of the family members were like ashes, several women cried loudly, and the patient's father pleaded in a low voice: "Old doctor, please save my son......"

Wei Wei shook his head and sighed: "He was originally just bitten by ordinary poisons, and the injury was not critical, at that time, he only needed to use medicine to fumigate, and then take some detoxification soup pills, and he could be cured, but unfortunately no one noticed it, which caused the opportunity to be delayed." If he goes elsewhere and does not diagnose typhoid fever, and does not suppress the toxin with those bullshit medicines, the poison will inevitably accumulate in the patient's body for several days. Because it is acute, ordinary Langzhong knows that it is poisoning at a glance, so there is still hope for treatment. It is a pity that quacks harm people, not only delaying precious time, but also suppressing them with the medicine of fire, so that the poison has nowhere to vent and can only penetrate deep into the patient's body. Now that the poison has entered the viscera, it will be like being sick and blind, and the old man is ashamed, and he really has no power to return to heaven. ”

The patient's father wept with remorse: "If I had known the name of the old miracle doctor, my son would not have been like this, and the old man regretted not being at the beginning...... , please have mercy on the divine doctor and find a way to save my son. ”

The family members also turned their hopeful eyes to Wei Wei, and the wrinkles on Wei Wei's face seemed to be a little deeper, and the last glimmer of hope for the desperate family of the patient's family brought him a lot of pressure.

Wei Wei lowered his head and thought heavily for a few minutes, then got up, picked up a box of silver needles from the table, and pierced the silver needles of different sizes and lengths into the acupuncture points around the patient's body one after another.

When the last silver needle pierced, Wei Wei was already sweating profusely, and his originally firm palm also trembled imperceptibly, a situation that could only be felt by the keen eyes of Cao Xingzhi.

When all the twenty-one silver needles were pierced, the young man who was originally unconscious suddenly sat up and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of fishy saliva.

The black saliva like mud makes people's scalp numb and uncomfortable.

But Wei Wei's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't stop, keep spitting it out!"

The young man heard the sound in a daze, his throat itched, and he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of black paste, and then another mouthful.

One after another, a total of four mouthfuls of black and mushy things were spit out.

The family members watched the young man spit out every breath, his complexion improved a little, and they were immediately overjoyed, if it weren't for the tense atmosphere, they would have shouted the Great Doctor of the Living Bodhisattva on the spot.

But Wei Wei's face hung up, he stared at the young man's mouth tightly, and urged in a low voice: "Spit quickly, spit out, spit out again......"

Unfortunately, the young man refused to open his mouth again, but let out a long breath from the tip of his nose, and then lay on his back unconscious.

Wei Wei's face darkened completely, and a wave of disappointment emanated from his deep wrinkles and half-white brows, and this sadness even infected the patient's family, and the patient's father kicked and asked uneasily: "Divine doctor, old divine doctor, is this ...... Is it good or bad?"

Wei Wei sighed and said in a deep voice: "The old man used the method of golden needles to open up the circulation meridians between his five internal organs and six internal organs, hoping that the toxins would be discharged with the self-purification effect of the human body. It's a pity that the poison has been in the body for too long, and the qi of the five elements of the viscera can no longer penetrate, but the heart, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are excreted, but the poison of the liver has been integrated with the wood qi, and it is endless.

The patient's father understood Wei's different meaning, but his son was still not saved, and couldn't help but tearfully and said, "God is pitiful, doesn't the old doctor really have any way?"

Wei Wei shook his head, and said weakly: "Poison into the blood meridians, there is still a glimmer of life, if the poison enters the viscera, then it is useless for the immortals to come." Unless, unless there is a wonderful balance of the five elements between the viscera, they can restrain each other, or they can save their lives, but that is not a human being, but a poisonous person!"

The family members immediately cried, but their hearts were moved, and the five elements were circulating...... Poisonous people, it seems that there is some connection with the poisonous skills of his own ontological cultivation, this Wei Wei is indeed a person with true skills, and his words have a great inspiration for him.

"Go back, carry him back to take care of his life, the old man's golden needle method can save his life for seven days!"

Wei Wei said this sentence with indescribable sadness and loss.

He vowed to save the mortal, but since it was mortal, it was naturally not so easy to save, he had seen too many lives and deaths over the years, but every time it still made his heart ache.