readx;? Chapter 3: Father and Son (8)

Chai Rong and Ning Ziming looked at the old pharmacist in a daze, and their mouths were so wide that they could stuff a goose egg!

Not to mention that there is no relationship between the two parties, and the absoluteness cannot be passed on lightly. Even if Ning Ziming didn't care about teaching the old pharmacist the skill of scraping bones and curing poison, at the age www.biquge.info of eighty-four, how could he still have time to figure out, comprehend, and then master its essence

"There is an old saying in the Central Plains, called Chaowen Dao, you can die at night!" The old pharmacist Wen wiped the people into old and refined spirits, and without any effort, he guessed most of the thoughts in the hearts of the two young people, kowtowed again, and said loudly. "And Hua Tuo's wise man created this thaumaturgy back then, in order to help the world and save the people. Unfortunately, he was killed by the traitor Cao Cao halfway, so that the stunt was lost, and the tiger was in the air. Today's noble guest has a unique skill, but walks in the land of tigers and wolves, if there is a mistake, is it worthy of the expectation of the wise?"

He is worthy of being one of the eight masters of Manichaeism, and a lot of words about seeking Ken are justified and quoted from the scriptures. "When you hear the Tao, you can die at night!" is from the "Analects", which is the attitude of the ancients in the Central Plains towards learning. From this point of view, the age of eighty-four is definitely not an obstacle to studying. Hanging pots to help the world is the moral standard and magic concept of the ancient Central Plains doctors, and any view that contradicts this concept can be reprimanded as despicable and shameless. As for the sound of the tiger holding the air, it is the consequence of the loss of the "bone scraping and curing poison" stunt again. The patient has heard that he has a miraculous skill that can bring the dead back to life, but he can't find a clever Langzhong under the support of the tiger, so what can he do but cry and complain about his bad fate?

It's a pity that Ning Ziming has read a little bit of a book, and there are too many allusions cited by the old pharmacist. The voice was backward, and the effect was like playing the piano to a cow, only to change back to a big eye and a small eye.

"What's the matter with those two people, how dare you let the Guru make such a big salute to them?" Some passers-by stopped and were filled with righteous indignation when they saw the Chinese medicine master bowing down to the two young men.

"It's a person from the Central Plains who came to seek medical treatment in the morning. Is it that you can't seek medical treatment, but you have to make a false accusation. We can't let the Guru suffer, surround him, beat him, beat him!" directly mistook Chai Rong and Ning Ziming for extortion liars, and prepared to rush forward to defend the same clan.

"Beat him, beat him, beat these two nonsense, ungrateful dog thieves!" Hearing that there were people of the same clan around who said that the respected old pharmacist Wen Mo was blackmailed by gangsters, more people did not distinguish between truth and falsehood, and flocked to it.

"Don't be rude! Nonsense, it's the old man, I have something to ask for your guests!" the old pharmacist Wen Mo blushed when he heard this, and immediately stood up and roared at the people who had gathered around. "It's the old man, I ask the distinguished guests to teach me medical skills, it's not them who blackmail the corpses! Stand down, everyone quickly retreat! Don't disgrace the Uighurs in front of the Tang people!"

Immediately, he knelt down straight and straight, and bowed his head again at Ning Ziming, but this time, instead of quoting scriptures, he changed his relatively straightforward words, and pleaded loudly, "Your honor, be gracious! Although my Uighurs are of a different race, they are in the same breath as the Central Plains, and they have been in-laws for hundreds of years. In the past, whenever there was a rebellion in the Tang Dynasty, the Uighurs would send troops to help. In the event of a famine in the Uighurs, the Tang Dynasty will also make every effort to provide relief. Although the Uighurs declined and the Tang Dynasty ceased to exist, most of the fathers and sons of our clan had the blood of the Central Plains. Our tribe is nomadic outside the Sai, and there are dozens of small battles every year, and more than 100 wounded children are killed in each battle. If you can be taught Hua Tuo's bone scraping and poison healing skills, there will be at least hundreds of children every year, and they will not die of gold sores. From now on, as long as the distinguished guest has something to do, send someone to send a handwritten letter, and the children of my clan will also be driven by it. And if you take advantage of your stunts and cherish yourself, you don't care about it. Although there are still nearly 10,000 men and women here, within 20 years, I am afraid that the race will be wiped out. Mercy to your guests, mercy to your guests!"

As he spoke, he prostrated with tears in his eyes.

"Honorable guest!" the surrounding Uighur shepherds, both men and women, hulala fell to their knees.

There is a saying that one's own family knows about one's own family. Although the Uighurs were strong for a while, they were now at the end of their rope. If you want to move west, the road is not far away. Want to enter the customs, the Central Plains is turbulent. If you stay where you are or go east, you will face bullying from the Khitan, Murowei, Mo, and Jurchen every day.

Therefore, to be able to obtain an extra life-saving medical skill is equivalent to giving the tribe more hope to survive. One less life-saving medical skill means that nearly 100 injured children die in despair every year. Many of those present would have witnessed the demise of an entire tribe in their lifetimes, and watched the last of their nieces and nephews become slaves of others.

"Your honorable guest, be gracious!"

"Your guest is merciful! Teach a skill to save a family of Li Shu, this is an immeasurable merit!"

"I, the Uighurs, are not ungrateful, but they are noble but needy, and the whole clan is at their disposal!"

"Honorable guest, at this moment, the wealthy women in our clan, whoever can enter the eyes of your guests, let them take it!"

"The distinguished guest is above, Xiaomin has two daughters, fifty horses......"

In the blink of an eye, more and more people gathered around me. Among them, many of the Uighur elders and relatives knelt down one after another and pleaded loudly after hearing what had happened.

"This, this...... , everyone hurry up, have something to say, something to say, stand and say!" Ning Ziming was not a hard-hearted person in the first place, and he had no intention of cherishing his skills. Reach out and try to pull the people around you up and have a good discussion.

As a result, he had just lifted this one up, and in the blink of an eye, he knelt down on that one again. In the end, on the bustling cross street, only he and Chai Rong were standing. All around, the black press knelt with human heads.

"Alas!" There was really no way, Ning Ziming had no choice but to sigh, squatted in front of the warm and smeared pharmacist, and said honestly, "It's not that I don't want to teach this technique, in fact, I only know what it is, but I don't know why it is." Whenever someone needs help, I, I immediately think of the corresponding solution. It's like a familiar car. But you asked me to teach, but I didn't know where to start!"

"Master is above, please accept, please accept the apprentice!" Wen Mo pharmacist didn't care about Ning Ziming's difficulties, and when he heard that he was willing to pass on his skills, he immediately hit the snake with the stick. Hold the tip of the young man's boot first, and knock his head hard. Then he took out a waist card made of pure gold in his waist, and raised his hands above his head, "This is a token of the apprentice, and today he will be a gift." With this thing, the soldiers and horses of our clan of 100 people and below can be mobilized at will. All the gold and silver in the apprentice's house are fine, and the grain and livestock can also be taken at will!"

"You get up and talk first!" Ning Ziming didn't accept the other party's gold medal, grabbed the pharmacist's arm with both hands, and pulled it up from the ground, "The second sister-in-law wants to recuperate from her injuries in your department, and during this period, I can tell you everything I know." But how much you can learn depends on your own ability. ”

"That's nature, that's what it is, the master leads the door, and the self-cultivation is in the individual!" Wen Mo pharmacist blinked, his eyes were full of insight into the world.

Ning Ziming didn't want him to be too careful, smiled, and continued to add, "I don't want to hide my secrets, but I really know how to do it, but I don't know why I want to do it." I, I've had a terrible wound on the head, and I don't believe you see it for yourself. A lot of what I remember is incomplete. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head again and let the old medicine man look at the back of his head. I saw a large obvious mutilation in the center of the black hair at the back of the head. As an experienced healer, he will immediately notice that he was once injured by a blunt object, and although he barely survived, the hair on the scar could no longer grow!

"Hey——! what kind of vicious person is this, how dare you be so cruel to a half-grown child?" the old pharmacist Wen Mo gasped and blurted out angry words.

He practiced medicine all his life and lived countless lives. Naturally, it can be seen that Ning Ziming is at most sixteen or seventeen years old this year. From the analysis of the degree of wound healing, the tragedy must have occurred more than half a year or a year ago. That is, when the other party was fourteen or fifteen years old, when no one could pose a threat, he was hit in the head by the gangsters with a blunt object!

"I don't know, it should be a Khitan!" Ning Ziming smiled, his face a little miserable.

The scene of being chased and killed by Khitan warriors was a nightmare in his life. Every time he appeared in a deep sleep, he would sit up screaming, his chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

And this life-threatening revenge, he didn't have to think about revenge at all. The Khitan has become a country of ten thousand times and is growing stronger day by day. And the Central Plains is still fighting for years and years, and the bones are full of wilderness. Moreover, even if the Central Plains are reunified, order is re-established. Who would be willing to provoke a behemoth like the Khitan for him, a former prince, or even a former dynasty?!

People have steel whips and iron maces, and I have heavenly spirit covers and the back of my head. In the face of the alien iron horsemen, the princes who have lost their country and the ordinary people, I am afraid they are all the same sorrow. How can those who are armed with steel whips and iron maces tell which prey is the phoenix dragon grandson and which prey is the pawn of the peddler?

"Don't be sad, the apprentice has been practicing medicine for many years, and he is coarse. Let's sit down and think of a way slowly, maybe, maybe we can make the teacher completely cut off the root of the disease!" Seeing Ning Ziming's sad expression, the old pharmacist Wen Mo thought that he was feeling sad because of his amnesia. After a moment of contemplation, he tentatively explained.

"It's okay!" Ning Ziming sighed and nodded with a smile, "Let's try it together." Help each other. When I teach medical skills, you can also bring two young and intelligent apprentices to learn together. You are right when you say that helping the living is the way of the healer. Since it is a stunt, there must be a inheritance, so as not to make a sound in the future!"

Note 1: The tiger brace, the logo of the ancient Langzhong, is a pair of iron rings, which can make a sound when shaken. Legend has it that Sun Simiao once used this object to support the tiger's mouth and remove the bones stuck in the tiger's throat.

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