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When he came back with the doctor, he was surprised to see that his little grandson had regained his consciousness and was sitting in front of Mr. Wu with a well-behaved face. And Mr. Wu pinched and patted him on the head and body with a serious face.

"Does Sir know what is wrong with my grandson?" Professor Zheng was keenly aware of something, and his face was excited.

Mr. Wu was silent for a long time before he slowly explained.

According to him, Zheng Qingtian had a loss of qi and blood, but his spirit was strong, which caused an imbalance of yin and yang, and yin qi rushed upward, causing headaches. Originally, daily memorization and character practice consumed Zheng Qing's spirit very well, but reading and learning words consumed Zheng Qing's qi and blood even more. The two subtracted from each other, so Zheng Qing's situation was getting worse and worse.

"Is there a way to remedy it?"

"The loss of natural qi and blood cannot be made up for by the acquired medicine stone. ”

"So there's another way?"

Mr. Wu was silent.

"Please sir help me. Professor Zheng got up, dragged Zheng Qing to his knees, and bowed himself.

Mr. Wu sighed: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop." ”

Pick up Professor Zheng, Mr. Wu and him about three chapters.

The first is that it cannot be said, the second is that the law is not spread to the outside world, and the third is that it is for the belly and not for the purpose.

The first one is that Professor Zheng cannot say anything about his treatment. Mr. Wu said very solemnly, there are some things that are not good to say.

The second law is not spread, which means that the matter of curing the disease involves secrecy, and the people of the Zheng family should not inquire at will. And according to Mr. Wu's vague statement, he inherited a lineage of Taoism, if Zheng Qing wants to make up for his congenital deficiencies, he needs to worship under his own door and receive his own precepts.

Mr. Wu said that he treated Zheng Qing only because he met him, so he asked for peace of mind and did not want to be disturbed by other patients. For the heart, not for the name. If the treatment has some effect, the Zheng family will attract other patients to disturb them, and they can only leave early.

After saying three demands, Mr. Wu fell silent.

Professor Zheng was still groaning, but Zheng Qing had already ignored seven or eight rings, and called "teacher" in his mouth.

Professor Zheng dragged him up with tears and laughter, and when he asked, he realized that Mr. Wu's massage just now was very effective, and Zheng Qing seemed to have not felt that kind of refreshment for a long time. So after hearing that Mr. Wu had a way to treat his headache, he immediately kowtowed.

So the old man could only smile bitterly and nodded in agreement.

In this way, in the middle of the summer when he was eight years old, Zheng Qing worshipped Mr. Wu as his teacher.

Mr. Wu's knowledge is very extensive, astronomy and geography, history encyclopedia, but whenever the guests who come to the bookstore start, he can always follow the topic for a long time, if the guest is a charming little lady, Mr. Wu will not hesitate to smile, flamboyant, teasing those little girls trembling.

Mr. Wu's hobbies are also very wide-ranging. Blowing, playing, singing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even all kinds of ball games, and even tedious bookstore chores, it seems that all aspects of people's lives can arouse his strong interest. So much so that Professor Zheng sighed, Mr. Wu, a real person.

Most importantly, Mr. Wu's treatment methods are indeed superb.

Since worshipping him as a teacher, Zheng Qing's headache has not recurred for a day.

This made Professor Zheng Lao and Zheng Qing's parents extremely grateful. But because Mr. Wu insisted on not being restrained, the Zheng family could only send some gifts during the New Year's holidays to express their gratitude.

Mr. Wu's method of curing the disease is very peculiar. He didn't do acupuncture and massage for Zheng Qing all day, nor did he concoct Jinshi decoction for Zheng Qing. Instead, it follows Professor Zheng's consistent approach: practice calligraphy!

It's just that what Zheng Qing practiced was not the 3,000 Chinese characters commonly found in books, but a worn-out talisman.

There are 324 pages of runes, with four runes per page, totaling 1,296 runes. The structure of each character is extremely complex, and there are often subtle changes between strokes, which makes it even more difficult for Zheng Qing to practice.

Mr. Wu still didn't seem to be satisfied, so he specially found a soft pen for Zheng Qing, and asked Zheng Qing to learn a rune every day. Anyone who practices Chinese characters knows that hard pen words are easy to write, but soft pen words are difficult to make. Although this small and soft pen alleviated Zheng Qing's physical fatigue, it increased his mental consumption several times.

These runes are not something that can be learned every day. At the request of Mr. Wu, there is a silence every day, a small test on five days, and a big test on ten days.

Mr. Wu said that if you can't pass the 10-day exam, you don't need to come again.

Zheng Qing thought of the torture of the headache, and his heart was terrified, so he naturally became serious when he practiced calligraphy.

In this way, more than three years have passed, and when Zheng Qing was twelve years old, the more than 1,000 runes of the runes had already been practiced. And his headache hasn't recurred for three years.

Over the course of more than three years, the longer Zheng Qing stayed with Mr. Wu, the more anomalies he discovered.

For example, Mr. Wu never seems to have eaten.

Mr. cooks a good meal, which is full of color, flavor, and flavor, but the food he makes is often enjoyed by Zheng Qing and the yellow civet in the bookstore, and Zheng Qing has never seen Mr. Wu eat it.

For example, the yellow civet in the store is also very weird. When Zheng Qing was ten years old, this yellow civet came out of nowhere, and he ran around in the study house and refused to come out. The gentleman did not chase him away, and the cat settled down in a grand manner. After a long time, Zheng Qing always felt that it had become a spirit. More than once he saw the civet cat dig out the key to the attic from a drawer, stand up straight, and clutch the key with his paws to open the door for dried fish. And this cat never shies away, but often waving its paws to greet him.

The most important thing is that once Zheng Qing saw Mr. Wu waving at his teapot, and the teapot that was ten meters away from him floated into his hand.

The more he knew, the more he was in awe, and Zheng Qing's attitude towards Mr. Wu became more and more respectful.

There is always one reverie or another in the heart of a teenager. So these anomalies slowly deposited in the bottom of his heart, and slowly became familiar, so that he became accustomed to it and didn't care about it.

Until his twelfth birthday, Mr. Wu said that he wanted to give Zheng Qing a gift.

It was a foggy morning. Mr. Wu took Zheng Qing's hand and told him to hold on. Zheng Qing grabbed Mr. Wu's big hand a little nervously. After walking a few steps out of the bookstore, I entered the garden of the community.

The paths in the garden are flanked by holly trees more than a meter high, neatly trimmed by the gardeners. Turn left and right along the trail, pass through a circular arch, and the surrounding mist seems to dissipate in an instant.

He was still thinking about the arch that seemed to have never been seen in the garden. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu dropped him and greeted a thin old man who came towards him with his fists.

Zheng Qing looked around, and in front of him was a quiet and old street.

At the entrance of the small street, there is an archway supported by two bare stone pillars, and the plaque on it is written with three big characters of "Hui Zi Ji" with strong strokes.