The four treasures of the study room used when prescribing the medicine just now were still there, and he stepped forward and wrote a poem with a splash of ink:

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance."

While he was writing the poem, several other people watched from the sidelines.

Mr. Huang read it again and repeated the last two sentences: "I know that it is not snow, but because there is a dark fragrance." Well, great! It's simple and natural, and there is no trace of carving."

Jia Ruoyan was very pleased: "The plum blossoms grow in the corner of the wall, but they are not inferior, but they exude a fragrance from afar. There is not only the ice of snow and the jade clean, but also the dark fragrance of the snow, which is really wonderful. If it is placed in the cultural meeting the day after tomorrow, I will definitely win the first place!"

"If my family's Mr. Xixi can win the first place in the Wenhui, then my Jiafu will have a big face. Haha." Master Jia glanced at Yan Zixiu again, "Someone's coming. Arrange a separate hospital for Mr. Yan. Raise Mr. Yan's monthly salary to fifty taels of silver per month."

……

The next day, the snow was clear.

Early in the morning, Yan Zixiu practiced Na Luo Yan Gong in the courtyard. His kung fu has reached the fourth level, and he has the power of ten thousand bulls. Ordinary people think this number is impossible, but it is recorded in the scriptures that the power of one Naroyan is equivalent to the power of billions of billions of cattle. So he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Suddenly, Jiang Dawei passed by the courtyard: "Oh, it turns out that Dr. Yan is also a practitioner."

"Where, I'm just exercising, I don't know martial arts."

"No, we'll have to get through the tricks." Jiang Dawei is fond of martial arts, so he has to compete in martial arts.

"Brother Jiang, I really don't. In this way, can you teach me martial arts?"

Jiang Dawei wasn't sure if he would be able to do it, so he couldn't force it: "Okay, I'll teach you a set of long punches."

He pulled out of the stance and practiced a set of long punches.

Yan Zixiu had only practiced martial arts, not martial arts, so he read it carefully: "Brother Jiang, I'll try it."

Based on his memory, he practiced it again.

The monk's memory is excellent, and he actually practiced it perfectly.

Jiang Dawei was overjoyed: "It turns out that Dr. Yan is a wizard who practices martial arts. Okay, let me talk about the offensive and defensive implications of each move. You see, from the beginning of the momentum, it is both offensive and defensive, this is blocking, this is ...... fighting."

Yan Zixiu cultivates the samadhi of compassion, the first of which is non-hostile. But just because you're not hostile doesn't mean everyone else will be hostile to you. Since entering the realm of cultivating immortals, even if you are honest and responsible, there are still many people who want to harm you.

A person who is not hostile can also practice martial arts, which is used to subdue a hostile person. This is the so-called Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, Vajra angry eyes, no hatred in his heart, and Weide can subdue the enemy.

"Come on, let's practice." After Jiang Dawei finished speaking, he greeted Yan Zixiu.

Two people who are not hostile attack and defend each other.

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, isn't this similar to playing table tennis? Friendship first, competition second. There is no hostility, and it does not hinder the offensive and defensive.

Peng Pahehe, the two of them practiced well for a while. Of course, Yan Zixiu is useless at all, otherwise Jiang Dawei would not be able to stand it.

Peng Pa Peng Bang's sound naturally couldn't hide from Master Jia's son and daughter. When they heard the movement, they immediately stepped on the magic device and rose in the air to watch.

When Master Jia heard the report from his subordinates, he also rushed over to take a look. He thought to himself, yes, this Doctor Yan can actually compare with Lao Jiang a few times, and he has earned a nursing home for nothing. ….

Jiang Dawei and Yan Zixiu fought for a while, and at the same time withdrew their hands and smiled at each other.

"Doctor Yan, no, Brother Yan is really talented. I've never practiced martial arts, but I seem to have practiced it for decades. Admire my brother."

"Where, where, it's still Brother Jiang's guidance."

Miss Jia sneered in mid-air, "You two don't flatter each other."

Master Jia came over and said, "Congratulations to Lao Jiang for accepting a good student."

The two of them bowed their hands together: "I've seen the master." "I've seen the owner."

"Haha." Master Jia was in a good mood, "Doctor Yan, after you have breakfast, please come to the living room for a while."

"Okay."

……

After breakfast, Yan Zixiu arrived in the living room to find out that Master Jia had arranged dozens of his relatives to wait in line for him to see a doctor.

Sure enough, he won't suffer a loss, fifty taels of silver a month, and a smart doctor.

Yan Zixiu didn't care, he took the pulse and diagnosed and prescribed prescriptions one by one, and he was busy for more than half a day before he was busy: "Boss, tomorrow's cultural meeting, I won't be able to treat everyone."

"No problem. Doctor Yan has a good rest, recuperates, and tomorrow it is best to get a ranking and win glory for Jiafu!"

……

On the third day, it snowed again. Early in the morning, as soon as Yan Zixiu had breakfast, Huang Lao braved the heavy snow to pick him up to attend the cultural meeting.

As soon as they left the gate, they saw two figures in front of them in the distance. Snow, red umbrellas, yellow clothes.

"Isn't that Miss Jia and her maid? Where are they going?" Yan Zixiu asked Huang Lao.

"She's definitely going to the cultural meeting. She attends every year, and she doesn't put on a monk's stand. Jiafu's popularity in the town, that is, Miss Jia, is better." Huang Lao lowered his voice and said.

The meeting was held at a place called Yanyu Teahouse. The teahouse has three floors, and the third floor is all wrapped. The space inside is spacious and can accommodate hundreds of people.

The walls of the third floor have many huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and through the transparent glass, you can see the snow outside.

It was warm inside, burned with sandalwood, and the tea table was full of melon and fruit drinks.

From the moment he entered the teahouse, someone greeted Huang Lao at any time. Huang Lao responded with a smile.

Yan Zixiu took a moment to ask, "Old Huang, this has to cost a lot of money, right?"

"It's a matter of saving face, and the rich people in the town are willing to donate money. You see, there's a list of celebrities here. Whoever donates a lot of money to the Wenhui is lined up on it."

Yan Zixiu took a look, and the first place above was Mr. Jia and Master Jia, with two thousand taels of silver.

It seems that this old man Jia wants to compete for the first place in everything.

The second place is Gao Sheng, with 1,500 taels of silver.

Ascension?

Huang Lao saw his doubts: "This is the name of the Gao family's Gao master."

Yan Zixiu shook his head, feeling that the name was straightforward enough. In short, I want everything; Rise is to get ahead.

"Brother Yan, please take care of yourself. It's me today, and I'm going to have to get busy."

"Okay."

Yan Zixiu sat down and saw that Miss Jia had hidden her monk's aura and was moving around with her ring, not knowing what she was busy with.

He tasted the local melons and fruits, and felt that they were a little special, so he didn't feel that he had eaten more.

Suddenly, a young man in purple came over, pointed to an empty seat next to him and asked Yan Zixiu, "Can I sit down here?"

"Of course. You may be seated."

The young man in purple sat down and looked around.

Yan Zixiu looked at him and felt that this person had a handsome face, but he was a talent. Looking at it again, it turned out that he was also a monk, and his realm was the ninth level of Qi training.

After the purple-clothed young man saw Miss Jia in the crowd, his eyes were like glue and he couldn't move away.

Yan Zixiu smiled secretly in his heart.

Suddenly, a crisp bell rang throughout the audience. Everyone fell silent all of a sudden.

Huang Lao stood in the position of the host and said loudly: "Thanks to your love, this year's cultural meeting is still presided over by the old man. The so-called cultural meeting is a grand gathering of friends with literature. First of all, I would like to thank all those who donated to our cultural association. First place, Mr. Jia, tattooed two thousand taels of silver."

There was a round of applause below.

From Mr. Huang's reluctance to read the list of donors, Yan Zixiu could understand his ambivalent feelings, on the one hand, he didn't like these people who were rich and unkind; On the one hand, he can't do without the support of these people.

After reading the name of the donor, Mr. Huang was relieved, and finally reached the stage of his free play: "Ladies and gentlemen, this donation is a total of 7,200 taels of silver, excluding the expenses and the reserve fund for the next session, there are 4,000 taels as the lottery for this meeting. Among them, the jackpot is 2,000 taels, the second place is 1,000 taels, and the third place is 500 taels. Five encouragement prizes, 100 taels each. Hope everyone

Play your best and try to win the jackpot."

lq.

Miyapila