For several days, Jingzhou either meditated and practiced, or helped Zhang Wuji treat cold poison, and in his spare time, he also looked through Hu Qingniu's medical books.

"Three taels of ephedra, two taels of laurel branches, one tael of peeled licorice, seventy burnt almonds, peeled tips", after reading the last page, Jing Zhou threw the book back and picked up a new book.

Although during this time, the Jiuyang True Scripture has not made much progress, but Hu Qingniu has a room full of treasured medical books, and he has read seventy-seven eighty-eight.

When he was smiling proudly, in order to practice the sword spectrum to ward off evil and figure out the meridians of the human body, Jing Zhou consulted Lang Zhong and learned medical skills for a period of time.

"Nonsense, nonsense, how can you read this medical book like this!"

At first, Jing Zhou looked through the medical books, but Hu Qingniu not only stopped him, but he was even more proud in his heart, wishing that the person in front of him didn't know what to ask himself.

More than half of this room full of books was written by his own hands, recording his life and feelings. He is conceited of his medical skills, far surpassing his predecessors, and has many different opinions on incurable diseases.

It's just that these others have no way of knowing, so he can only enjoy himself alone, which is a little lonely.

This kid looks through his medical books, can't he get a glimpse of his skills?

It's just that the person in front of him, looking at the speed of medical skills, is faster than drinking water, isn't this nonsense!

Jing Zhou casually closed a medical book, put it back in its place, and said with a smile: "If you don't read a book like this, how should you read it?" Besides, what is recorded above is not something difficult to understand. Is it possible to make a book, and it takes ten days and a half months to study it carefully? ”

"Isn't it hard to understand?"

"This study of medicine is not a practice of martial arts, how can it..."

Hu Qingniu was just halfway through his words, when he saw the person in front of him pick up a medical book and look at it.

"You kid is a big brag!"

"Hmph, boy, hurry up and return the book, the old man doesn't want his hard work to be tarnished by you!"

Hu Qingniu's beard trembled, and at this time, he no longer used the word "Shaoxia", and directly called the person in front of him as "boy". If it weren't for the strong martial arts of this person in front of him, he would have wanted to beat people, let this kid know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!

This is the hard work of most of his life, and there are a lot of medical skills in it, which have never appeared before, let alone ten days and a half months, and when he encounters those whose brains are a little inflexible, give him a few months, and he may not be able to understand what is written in it!

"Raw and cooked Sanhuang soup, raw land, cooked land each half a penny, make atractylodes, fried Sichuan Pu, elm, withered Qin, Chuanlian, Sichuan cypress, ginseng, atractylodes, angelica, Ze Yuan, tangerine peel, parsnip, licorice each a penny, black plum lead."

"Those who are sick of the sun, who are hot and thirsty, and who do not hate cold, are sick with fever. If you sweat and your body is hot, you will be called wind and warm. ”

"The twelve meridians are combined with the twelve meridians and water, and the inside belongs to the five internal organs."

Jing Zhou said a few words in a row, picking up some of the books he had read before.

"You... Do you really remember them all? ”

Hu Qingniu has already memorized the things in these books, how can he not hear every sentence said by the person in front of him, it is from a different medical book!

He suppressed the shock in his heart and asked, "Meridians, the branches and leaves of the viscera, what does the next sentence say in the book?" ”

This old man still doesn't believe him!

He Jingzhou has never told lies!

Jing Zhou said casually: "The viscera are the root of the meridians. ”

"Yin is quiet and yang is restless, yang gives birth to yin and grows, and yang kills yin and hides. What about this next sentence? ”

"Yang qi, yin forming, cold pole produces heat, hot pole produces cold."

Hu Qingniu didn't believe in evil, and felt that this kid was just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and by coincidence, he just asked him what he remembered.

He snorted and said, "What about the aconite soup recipe?" ”

"Three taels of cinnamon branches, two taels of peeled licorice, three taels of boiled ginger, twelve jujubes, aconite cannon, peeled, broken eight pieces, one."

"Hahaha, is what Ben Gongzi said right?"

Hu Qingniu's expression changed, he was surprised and delighted, and asked a few incurable diseases in a row, all of which were answered by the person in front of him one by one.

It was only then that he believed that there were such talented people in the world!

"Alas, old, old, see for yourself."

Hu Qingniu sighed twice, turned around and went out, no longer caring about the person in front of him.

If he himself talks to this person a few more words, I'm afraid he will have to go to Hades in advance!

This man is really angry than people!

In vain, Hu Qingniu is still fighting with Nangu, and now when I look at it, this is still a fart!

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On this day, Jing Zhou was playing with the Yitian Sword that he had just gotten in front of the courtyard, this magic weapon, there was no man who didn't love it, and Jing Zhou was also among them.

The sword is three feet seven inches long, weighs seven catties, two taels and three coins, and the hilt of the sword is engraved with two seal characters "Yitian".

The blade is like frost and snow, and the cold is pressing. The scabbard is decorated with colorful orbs, which is gorgeous and dignified.

Holding it in his hand, it is not long, not short, and the weight is just right, as if it was tailor-made for him.

He held this Heavenly Sword, and he couldn't help but want to shout: "This thing is destined for me!" ”

"The people of the Emei faction, good people, actually kept the sword for Gongzi for me for so long!" This sword, Jing Zhou is the more he looks at it, the more he likes it.

At this time, a sudden sound of horses' hooves came from outside the valley, and after a short time, he had reached the outside of the hut, and only one person said loudly: "Fellow martial artists, please see Mr. Xian Hu and ask him to treat the old man." ”

Jing Zhou looked up and saw a dark-faced man standing outside the door, holding three horses in his hands, two of which were each lying on one person, and the blood stains on his clothes were blurred, obviously seriously injured.

The people who came to this Butterfly Valley, as long as they were not from the Ming Sect, Hu Qingniu would not be able to treat them, and it was useless for these three people to ask for help in every possible way. In the end, Zhang Wuji couldn't stand it, so he took Hu Qingniu's medical skills and prescribed the right medicine to cure the three people.

These three people are the ones who were injured by the mother-in-law Jinhua and came to find Hu Qingniu's bad luck. She wanted to see if Hu Qingniu could be cured.

If she doesn't save her when she dies, if she really treats these people, she will definitely avenge Mr. Yinye.

Sure enough, as soon as these people left on the front foot, Granny Jinhua arrived on the back foot.

"Boy, who are you Hu Qingniu, why are you here?"

After listening to a cough, a mother-in-law supported a beautiful little girl and stood a few feet away. The mother-in-law held a white wooden cane in her right hand, dressed in cloth, like an old farmer, holding a string of rosaries in her left hand and shining.

Jing Zhou danced the sword flower, and then said to the old woman: "Childe is waiting for you here!" ”

"Oh, you're waiting here for my old woman, do you know who I am?"

"Dai Qisi, the former Ming Sect Apologetic King." Seeing the person's dress, Jing Zhou didn't have to think much to know that this person was Jinhua's mother-in-law.

Hearing Jing Zhou say her name directly, Granny Jinhua didn't cough anymore, instantly straightened her waist, and asked solemnly, "Who are you?" ”

For many years, since Granny Jinhua concealed her identity, no one has ever seen through her, and everyone in the world has disappeared from the Purple Shirt Dragon King, but they don't know that the Purple Shirt Dragon King is Granny Jinhua.

After the young man in front of her revealed her identity, how could this not surprise Granny Jinhua!