Lin Fusu went home, told Lingxi what he heard and guessed, calmed her heart, and helped her fry a pair of medicinal soup that strengthened Peiyuan, and Lingxi sent him out.

He went to Master Xuan Jing first, and the master went to the city to find another musician to play music, but he was not there.

Lin Fusu has been learning Taoist music with Master Xuan Jing for some time, but in fact, he has learned a lot of music theory, and he has only gradually touched the piano in recent months. At the beginning, Lin Fusu's fingers were weak and his hands were small, so Xuan Jing could only talk more about music theory, and let him grope for himself to find the pitch on the strings to find the musicality. It should be said that Master Xuanjing's guidance is quite successful, and at present, Lin Fusu's progress is rapid, and many techniques are more because of the simulation of nothingness, and it is like practicing for many years after getting started, but at the beginning of the fingers are still strangled by the strings, although the piano is mainly relied on the back of the nail or the flesh of the nail.

Lin Fusu practiced the piano in the room for a while, and the child had a heart attack and jumped out a little, so he left to find Faqing Daoist. Fa Qing lived in the side room of the courtyard of Bixuzi Shenguan, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a person wearing a green shirt and robe, sitting in the courtyard facing the courtyard, and Bixuzi was also sitting and chatting with him. When he saw that there were outsiders, he hurriedly wanted to withdraw, but was stopped by Bixuzi, so he walked over with a limp and a bow of his head.

Bixuzi asked, "Xiaoxing, why didn't you go to Washington to work today?" ”

Lin Fusu replied honestly: "Grandpa Priest, the house is being repaired over there in the library today, and there is a word that I will let it go after it is completed." ”

"Oh. You're here for something?"

"No, I'm just here to see if Uncle Faqing has time to ask him for a recipe for consolidating Peiyuan. ”

"You're curious about everything at a young age, be careful to eat too much, hehe......"

"What the priest's grandfather taught is that the kid must remember. ”

Lin Fusu replied to Bi Xuzi, couldn't help but pick up the corner of his eye, and glanced at the guest next to him with the corner of his eye, only to see that the person was wearing a free scarf, with a lofty appearance, a handsome and handsome young man in his forties. I didn't want the man to be looking at him too, so the two looked at each other, and then heard the man let out a "huh" in surprise.

Bixuzi couldn't help but glance at the young man, and there was an inquiring look in his eyes. The man smiled and said, "I suddenly saw a child who looked a little like my former friend, and I thought it was funny, and I was rude to speak." No wonder, no wonder!"

Bixuzi hurriedly said modestly: "Mr. Li is polite, polite. Then he turned his face sideways to Lin Fusu and said, "Xiaoxing, come, I've seen Mr. Tan." ”

Lin Fusu hurriedly turned around, stood solemnly in front of Mr. Tan, leaned over, clenched his right hand into a fist, put his left hand on his right hand, hugged each other, raised his hands high, and made a standard gesture to the ground, and said in his mouth: "Boy Lin Fusu, I have seen Mr. Tan, please give me more advice." ”

Mr. Tan smiled and said, "Little brother doesn't have to be polite. How old are you? Are you a monk in the teachings?"

Lin Fusu stood up and replied truthfully. Because he was standing facing him, Mr. Tan saw his gloomy face and couldn't help asking, "Little brother, can I probe your pulse?"

When Bi Xuzi heard this, he couldn't help but look sideways, a little happy in his heart, and said, "Xiaoxing, you go to the back room to get my pulse pillow, and let Mr. Tan cut the pulse." As he spoke, he pulled a chair and put it next to the desk, and after Lin Fusu came over, he directly asked him to sit on the chair, put his hand on the pillow of the desk, and waited for Mr. Tan to come and call the pulse.

Mr. Tan was also not polite, and let Lin Fusu's left wrist be straightened, palm upward, so that the inch mouth was exposed; he stretched out his right hand, the three fingers were bent and the fingers were close to the vein, the middle finger was pressed on the medial artery of the radial styloid process, the index finger was fixed before the closure, and the ring finger was pressed to the back of the closure. This is about impossible to see in the layman's doorway, but Bi Xuzi is an expert in medicine, and knows that Mr. Tan is indeed an insider, and his cloth fingers are sparse and appropriate, and the fingers are used in seven techniques, such as lifting, pressing, seeking, pushing, always pressing, single pressing, and following the law. After Mr. Tan cut off his left hand and cut his right hand, and repeated the cut, he asked Lin Fusu to open his mouth to look at his tongue, knock on the bone and ask the acupoints, and then pondered silently.

Bixuzi saw that he was silent and silent, so he said to Lin Fusu: "Xiaoxing, you go to the Tibetan Scripture Building to get a copy of the "Pure Sutra", I want to read the scripture tonight." He meant to branch out Lin Fusu and let Mr. Tan say something inconvenient. However, such a strategy was immediately seen by Lin Fusu, and he smiled and said, "Grandpa Priest, don't break me up, I understand what you mean." I feel my own body, Mr. Tan, but it doesn't hurt to say, although the kid is not very old, he also knows the truth that "medicine can cure diseases, but it can't cure lives". Life and death are in oneself, why can't you better understand the cause of your death. ”

Mr. Tan was a little surprised when he heard him calmly talk about life and death, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's rare to have such a heart at a young age, it's rare, it's rare!

Lin Fusu smiled and asked, "Although I know that it is a mortal disease, I ask Mr. to teach some medical science." As he spoke, he stood up and made another long bow to the ground.

Mr. Tan said: "From the pulse, I perceive that the little brother was suffering from cold poison at the beginning, and the cold poison does not go away, and the five organs of the lungs and intestines are scattered, and the stagnation and entanglement turn into yin poison. ”

Lin Fusu said: "What Mr. said is true. ”

Mr. Tan continued, "Superficial yin poison symptoms include blue face, cold limbs, sore throat, body pain, weight, strong back, shortness of breath and vomiting. From shallow to severe, dorsal gangrene, encephalopathy, scrofula, and crane knee wind. Because these symptoms are severe and not red, hot, painful, or swollen, they are called 'yin poison'. There is a song in the ancient medical book that "Yin poison typhoid fever is heavy, the back is strong, the eye pain is unbearable, the lower abdomen is painful, the mouth is blue and black, the poisonous gas is rushing to the heart, the limbs are cold and vomiting, and the throat pulse is thin." 'The little brother's yin poison pulse is sick, seven to eight to above, the disease is innumerable, the yin poison is deep, it is tangled and glued in the five internal organs, condensed in the veins. Injections and medicines are not available. However, the strange thing is that the little brother's pulse is indeed like this, but it seems that the symptoms of your body have not yet appeared in those critical conditions. I don't know what the reason is, can you elaborate on it?"

Lin Fusu said: "Mr. Tan, my cold poison is caused by the poor cold sea beast, as for the fact that you said that you did not see the occurrence of critical illness, I really don't know the reason. I don't know if it's caused by eating some decoctions that 'warm the meridians and dispel cold, disperse knots and reduce swelling'. ”

Bi Xuzi said: "Mr. Tan's medical skills are exquisite, and the old man admires him very much. I don't know if there is a way to delay the onset of the disease. It can make the child grow up and see the world of the One. ”

Mr. Tan glanced at the two of them, as if he couldn't bear it, and said casually: "I can't think of any recipe for a while, so I'll think about it slowly in the next few days to see if there is a way." Then he coughed lightly and continued, "You really, really look like Shen Zhiyuan. Bixuzi solemnly thanked him, and Lin Fusu saluted again, and no one cared about his words.

Mr. Tan asked again: "When you came in, you said that you asked Daoist Faqing for a recipe for consolidating the foundation of Peiyuan, did you eat it?"

Lin Fusu smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, it's family." He felt that this Mr. Tan was very close to him, and he could let go of the snack chat a little, so when he should have withdrawn, he stayed and wanted to continue to ask some questions, because he felt that Mr. Tan must be a master of medical Taoism, so he might as well ask. So he briefly said the recipe he was reading, and as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Tan laughed and said, "You saw this in that half-baked medical book." If I'm not mistaken, your so-called Guben Pei Yuan Zeng Strong Qi and Blood Operation is for martial arts beginners. Lin Fusu's eyes lit up, and he asked curiously, "Mr. is a martial artist?"

Bi Xuozi next to him took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Silly boy, Mr. Tan is not a simple martial arts person, you have also heard about Yi Sanye and his wife being rescued in Washington!" Lin Fusu said with a smile: "Yiyang City is talking about it both inside and outside the city, and they all say that the martial arts master has a leopard head and eyes, a swallow jaw and a tiger whisker, the sound is like a huge thunder, and his strength is unfathomable, and he can break countless armors with a single move, and take the head of a person like a probe and take something......" He gushed endlessly, it was really a living advertisement, and his face was fascinated by that character. Lin Fusu knew that he couldn't practice martial arts, but there was no man in the world - from a three-year-old boy to a ninety old man - who didn't want to become a martial arts powerhouse.

Bi Xuzi and Mr. Tan both laughed, and Bi Xuzi said: "That person is the one in front of you, Mr. Tan Zhijie Tan." ”

"Ahh

After a while, Lin Fusu came back to his senses and hurriedly apologized for his ignorance of Mr. This Tan Zhijie is very easy to speak, and it is not strange to say that those who don't know, and it is okay to not be described by people from the outside world as a demon or demon clan, and then continue to talk about martial arts medicine. He said: "The idea you conceived of promoting the flow of qi and blood through drugs is not wrong in itself, and the speed of blood movement can promote the metabolism of the human body, so that the best can be tempered." Although there are many realms of martial arts, the central idea of tempering the body runs through all realms. Breaking a realm is to quench the body and get strengthened once, and finally reach the legendary martial arts. ”

Lin Fusu said in a sneering voice: "Mr. Tan, is my prescription wrong?"

"Your prescription is not harmful to the body of ordinary people, but it is not very beneficial to martial artists. There is a slight difference between martial arts and medicine. The acupuncture points in the martial arts are not the same as the meridian acupoints in the medical Tao, the meridian system and acupuncture points in the medical Tao are a system established on the fundamental purpose of medical treatment of diseases, and the distribution of the meridian acupoints has its own rules, while the acupuncture points and veins of the martial arts are another system. Mr. Tan spoke eloquently.