In the small pharmacy room in the small mountain town of Cheng'an County, a beam of sunlight penetrates the wall in the hollow carved window, and a faint incense fills the whole room, not ordinary sandalwood or musk, but a medicinal fragrance made of a variety of medicinal materials.

The room is not big, no more than ten steps deep.

Not far from the bed was a huge bookshelf that occupied almost one of the walls of the room. There are many books stacked on the bookshelf, "The Book of Rites", "Four Books", "Sun's Pharmacopoeia", Confucianism, medical books and miscellaneous, but on the fourth floor of the bookshelf, there are several unsociable martial arts cheats such as "Iron Spear Gong" and "Small Grabbing Method".

Next to the window is the desk and the four treasures of the study, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, a typical scholar's study decoration, which should be both a study and a bedroom.

A thin boy sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly closing the book with his right hand, and the book in his hand was not a Confucian book, but a book of internal strength and mental law, "Heart Codex".

Jiang Ping, a boy who had just turned ten years old, had an ordinary face, his face was pale and sickly, very weak, not tall, half a head shorter than children of the same age.

Jiang Ping's eyes were staring at the void, and his eyes were unfocused.

"The three hundred and seventy-seventh operation of the Heart Code method, the three hundred and fifty-sixth implementation of the Fengmen acupoint, failed!"

"For three days, an average of more than 120 times a day! My father's words, 'The more you work, the more you will get,' there is not the slightest reflection in me!"

"Am I born unable to learn martial arts!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm working as hard as everyone else! Except for eating and studying, I spend all the rest of my time on cultivation! I can't even complete a big week!"

No one can understand the depression and crux in Jiang Ping's heart.

Every time it runs to the Fengmen acupoint, the true qi that has been accumulated so hard will disperse along the Du Pulse and the Foot Sun Vein, and it will never be allowed to run the Great Zhou Tian. If you can't run the Great Zhoutian, the vitality of heaven and earth will not be able to turn into the true qi of the inner family, and the qi will return to the dantian.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi cannot be transformed into True Qi, which means that you cannot become a martial artist.

The people of Shenwu are proud of practicing martial arts, and they are destined to be despised by others if they don't know martial arts.

In this country where martial arts are respected, the croppers have a master and a special martial arts training ground, practicing some crop styles, although they can't cultivate any martial arts masters, but they can also fight when they meet weaker jackals, tigers and leopards.

Only those who have no talent for martial arts and have the conditions will choose the reading examiner.

Many children, both male and female, more or less worship under the martial arts and practice martial arts, which also makes Jiang Ping envious.

Jiang Ping was unwilling to be a scholar to study and test his fame, so he worked hard to cultivate internal skills without using his fists and feet, nourished his body, and worked hard to change his body and fate.

His father, Jiang Buqi, is a physician, and his medical skills are highly respected in Cheng'an County.

The Jiang family is not a native of Cheng'an, Jiang Ping was born soon after the Jiang family moved, and he has only one heir, no brothers and sisters. In this country, there is no family with three or four children. If there are too many children, you won't suffer if you fight.

Jiang Ping shook his head, as if throwing away the sorrow in his heart.

Next to the bookshelf, there is a picture of a shepherd boy herding cattle, he lifted the painting to reveal the wall, tapped it twice, and the stone slab of the same color as the wall slid upwards to appear a dark grid. The dark grid is one foot high and two feet long, and there are more than ten books in it, such as "Huoyang Gong", "Zixia Gong" and so on.

"Father said that these books are all good martial arts cheats, even if they are rare in ordinary sects, they must be treated carefully every time, and there can be no sloppiness. ”

Jiang Ping took out the "Four Books" on the bookshelf, prepared pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and put a cloth bag on the house.

Chenshi is the time when Jiang Ping goes to study at Mr., which is set by Jiang Buqi, and neither martial arts nor Confucianism can be left behind. Jiang Ping didn't want to study, but Mr. Jiaoshu was his father-in-law, and he didn't dare to be slack and disrespectful.

If you read well, you may not be able to become an official, but if you practice martial arts, you can continue your life.

When he was about to go out, the voice of his father Jiang Bu gave up sounded behind him.

"Come here, eat the medicinal food. ”

Jiang Ping lowered his head and turned around and walked over, not daring to look at Jiang Bu Wai.

Jiang Bu gave up for forty years, dressed in a green shirt, his figure was long and thin like a bitter bamboo, and his goatee shook when he spoke. The expression is meticulous, the corners of his mouth have never been raised, and in the county seat, there is also the title of a cold-faced judge.

In Jiang Ping's memory, his father didn't seem to wear clothes of other colors, and he wore a green robe all day long, and for some reason his father liked cyan.

Jiang Ping lowered his head and ate the medicinal food prepared by his mother, and ate it cleanly, not daring to leave anything behind.

The prescription is made by Jiang Buqi according to Jiang Ping's physique, and every time it takes energy to practice, there are several unique medicinal materials in it that cannot be bought on the market at all, and Jiang Buqi risked the danger to go into the mountains and work hard to pick.

Cheng'an County is surrounded by mountains on three sides, collectively known as Lu Ji Mountain, I don't know how many miles in the vertical and horizontal, there are many fierce beasts in the mountains, it is very dangerous.

After the meal, Jiang Ping consciously stretched out his hand, and Jiang Bu put his middle finger and index finger on Jiang Ping's wrist.

Jiang Buqi asked, "How is the cultivation of the Heart Classic?"

"Like "Heyang Gong", the true qi is pushed to the Fengmen acupoint, and the whirlpool of the Fengmen acupoint disperses the true qi from the meridians and the sun meridians of the hand, and it can never rush over to run the big Zhou Tian, and the small Zhou Tian is unimpeded, barely retaining some true qi. Jiang Ping replied seriously.

"Got it, go study, remember to come back when you are young. Jiang Buqi put his hands behind his back and turned around and went to the backyard.

The whole medical hall is not big, the front hall and the back hall, the back yard, the front hall is a place for their family to rest, dry medicine and medicine, and the back yard is a huge nursery, which is planted with all kinds of rare medicinal materials.

Jiang's Pharmacy is very special in Cheng'an County, ordinary medicinal materials are not sold at all, all that is sold are some uncommon herbs and pills, ordinary diseases are not treated, and some uncommon diseases are treated.

Mother Jiang looks as usual, and helps Jiang Bu to grab medicine and make medicine for Jiang Ping every day.

After Jiang Ping left, in the corner of the backyard, several huge medicine racks were lined up, and many unknown medicinal materials were placed on them. In the center of the courtyard, there is a huge stone jar, the bottom of which is lifted by stones the size of city bricks, and a lot of charcoal is piled up around it.

Jiang lowered his head and fiddled with the medicinal herbs, and poured the weighed medicinal herbs into the stone jar. Jiang Buqi brought water from the well and poured it into the stone jar.

Jiang does not abandon and Jiang.

"The breath in Ping'er's body is very similar to the true qi, but it is not after all, I suspect that it is the vitality of heaven and earth. Once our true qi enters Ping'er's body, it will also dissipate completely, and I don't know what will happen. His vitality and physical fitness are getting weaker and weaker, if it weren't for the hanging of medicinal herbs all these years, if he continues like this, it will be difficult for him to live to adulthood. Jiang Buqi's face was a little tired.

"The acupoint vortex that Ping'er said is really unheard of, we martial artists, the acupoint is connected to the meridians, how can there be any whirlpool? ”

Jiang's face was sad, and his brows were deeply furrowed: "Naming Ping'er Jiang Ping is to hope that he will be safe and sound." I don't expect him to become a profound martial artist, I just want him to live safely for a hundred years. However, with his current physical condition, I am also worried about ......"

Jiang has only one son, but he has been plagued by illness all the year round, and when he thinks of this, tears can't help but fall.

Jiang Buqi nodded: "Only by absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth and turning it into the true qi of the inner family can we nourish Ping'er's body and prolong life." Over the years, Ping'er's inner family heart methods have been all good exercises, but they still can't complete a big Zhou Tian operation, and it seems that they still can't do it. If there is no improvement within a year, I will steal and rob and steal, and I will also find a suitable practice for Ping'er. ”

Jiang Buqi's eyes were sharp, he glanced at the stone jar, turned around and walked into the inner hall and took out a sword: "The medicinal materials for cooking medicinal soup are still lacking, I need to go to the mountains." If I can't come back in time, you go to the old martial artist's house and buy Bai Yuzhen, if he doesn't agree, ......"

The stone jar is made for Jiang Ping's body to boil medicinal soup.

Jiang looked at him and nodded, his eyes sharpened.

Cheng'an County is not big, there are only three main roads, although the sparrows are small, there are many shops on both sides, and there are all kinds of high-rise wine shops. Close to the mountainous area, many foreign merchants came to buy medicinal materials and leather goods, which made Cheng'an County a little richer.

There are only a dozen students in the county school, most of them are some undesirable children, and there are a few like Jiang Ping who can't practice martial arts. There is only one gray-haired man in the county school, Mr. Wu, who had previously worked as a county magistrate in other places, and after returning to his hometown, he got a job as a gentleman in the county school.

Jiang Ping's teacher is not this old Mr. Wu, but his quasi-old father-in-law, Zhao Cheng, the county master. Before Mr. Wu came, Zhao Cheng was also the teacher of these students, and Mr. Wu only unloaded his burden after he came, and only Jiang Ping was left among his students.

In the early years, Jiang Buqi first came to Cheng'an County, and killed more than ten bandits who came to Cheng'an County to rob, and became famous for a while, and caught up with Zhao Cheng's pearl Zhao Wenjun had a strange illness and was rescued by Jiang Buqi, and the county master Zhao Cheng wanted to marry an in-law, and Jiang Buqi did not object.

As the two children grew older, the news that Jiang Ping was too weak to practice martial arts gradually spread, and the county magistrate Zhao Cheng didn't say anything, but Mrs. Zhao couldn't help it, and cried to Zhao Cheng several times that her daughter was going to marry a sick man in the future.

Zhao Cheng was also depressed in his heart, Jiang Buqi's appearance, talent and martial arts were all first-class people, such a son would never be bad, who knew that the family affairs that he impulsively set back then would become like this. If you say it, you can't take it back.

For the sake of his daughter, in desperation, Wu Bucheng can no longer be unsuccessful, he and Jiang Buqi agreed, directly accepted Jiang Ping as a disciple to learn the Confucian way of governing the country with him, and he couldn't become a martial arts master, at least he was an official.

Therefore, the people of the whole city knew that the daughter of the county lord was a sick bride, and they sighed one after another. Although the bride-to-be is also ten years old, she is a famous beauty embryo in the county, and many people envy her.

On an early spring morning, the sun is warm.

Jiang Ping squinted at the road ahead. Both sides of the acquaintance greeted him warmly, although he did not practice medicine, but he knew herbs, and when he was busy, he often helped his mother to pick up medicine for patients, and never made a mistake.

"Jiang Xiaoxianggong, are you going to study again?"

"With the county master personally taught, he will definitely be able to become a big official in the future!

"It's clear that the little daughter-in-law will go, hahaha......"

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