When Zhang Xuanqing and Liu Shenwei returned to the hospital, the time was up.

In the early summer season, the afternoon is not so hot.

There were three or five patients in the hospital, standing in line in front of Sun Simiao, waiting for him to see a doctor.

Sun Simiao saw a doctor and grabbed medicine this day, and she was tired enough. Seeing Zhang Xuanqing and Liu Shenwei coming back, there was something wrong with their eyes.

Liu Shenwei didn't notice these at all, he hadn't recovered from the excitement of listening to Zhang Xuanqing's "talk", and when he saw the master, he immediately looked excited, and said what Zhang Xuanqing said in the restaurant in a vivid voice, and he didn't even care that Sun Simiao was diagnosing people's pulses.

Sun Simiao's brows furrowed, and he snorted: "Nonsense!" and then said to the patient: "Brother Liu, I'm sorry, the disciple has no form, it's really time to beat him." ”

Brother Liu is a farmer in his fifties, dressed simply, with a simple smile, he shook his head again and again and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Shenwei Xiaodao is still young, and old decay is not in the way, not in the way." ”

Sun Simiao nodded at this time, and reprimanded Liu Shenwei: "Why don't you go and grab the medicine quickly, I'll clean you up later!"

Liu Shenwei's little face was bitter, and his two eyes secretly aimed at Zhang Xuanqing, as if to say: Brother Dao Chang, help.

Zhang Xuanqing spread his hands and said that he couldn't help.

After several patients were diagnosed and sent away one by one, the hospital calmed down.

Sun Simiao stuck his beard, called Liu Shenwei to him, and asked, "Shenwei, let's talk about it now, why did you go for so long and come back." ”

Zhang Xuanqing avoided the two of them far away, and he was quite embarrassed to say it, so he simply pretended to recognize the medicinal materials in front of the medicine cabinet.

In fact, it's not pretentious, in modern time and space, he chewed a copy of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" in the library, still with pictures and illustrations. Now that he has decided to study medicine with Sun Simiao, he naturally has to make plans early, and it is also good to recognize more medicinal materials.

Liu Shenwei had no choice but to be honest and tell what happened outside at noon today, and even Zhang Xuanqing's "Immortal Inheritance" was retold in a good way.

At the beginning, Sun Simiao was still twisting his beard, and the old god was listening, thinking in his heart how to beat his apprentice.

But later, his hand twisting his beard became heavier and heavier, and he didn't feel that he had twisted off a few of his beards.

It wasn't until he finished listening to Liu Shenwei that Sun Simiao glanced at Zhang Xuanqing in surprise and asked, "Brother Zhang Dao, what are you ......?"

Zhang Xuanqing couldn't be dumb anymore at this time, and shook his head with a smile: "But I made up a story randomly, I can't take it seriously, I can't take it seriously." The same answer to Liu Shenwei.

Sun Simiao couldn't help but think of the short poem made by Zhang Xuanqing yesterday, and wanted to ask in detail, but it can be seen that Zhang Xuanqing didn't want to say more, so he had to hide his doubts in his heart.

Time flashed into the evening.

In ancient times, there were generally no entertainment programs, and they all went to bed early, and after dinner, Zhang Xuanqing, Liu Shenwei, and Sun Simiao went back to their respective rooms. However, before returning to the house, Zhang Xuanqing prepared a bottle of lamp oil and a lot of paper.

He wants to write down all the traditional Chinese medicine books after Sun Simiao that modern society has seen!

Sun Simiao and Liu Shenwei treated him well, providing food and clothing, although it should be very simple for him to make money in this world, reselling some watches, mirrors and other goods, it is not a problem to get money. But compared to money, he always felt that it was better to give the other party's favorite medical skills.

Of course, there is also a reason why he doesn't want to bring the things of the modern plane to this plane.

Although Zhang Xuanqing didn't go to school much, what he came into contact with the most was Taoist principles. Whether it was a few years of learning martial arts with an old Taoist priest when he was a child, or later becoming a charlatan, the four words he knew the most were as follows: and the light and the dust.

The mirror is not light, and all the light will be darkened, so first cover up its light to be the same as the dust of the other, and do not want its light, then there will be no time for darkness.

To put it simply, the higher you climb, the heavier you fall, and it's far less down-to-earth.

He can bring those things here, and he can even make those things in this world while learning knowledge in modern times.

But what's the use of that?

This is a world where imperial power reigns, and the emperor feels that you are a threat, and if he says kill you, he will kill you.

Yes, he can still get gunpowder, guns, and then what can he do?

Hit the emperor and claim the king?

The more you have, the more afraid you are of losing, so it's better to be a charlatan who has money to play and has no money to cheat money.

It can be said that Zhang Xuanqing has no lofty ambitions in his life, and even if he once had, it has disappeared with the experience of these years.

The more you experience, the lighter you see.

And the most important point, he copied more medical books from later generations, even if there were some mistakes in them, Sun Simiao could be inspired and add some medical skills. Then Sun Simiao will be able to save more people.

"Well, that's right, I'm so tall and majestic, indifferent-minded, and compassionate!" Zhang Xuanqing nodded affirmatively when he thought of it, as if encouraging himself: he wouldn't admit that he just wanted to learn more from Sun Simiao.

Although he has a good memory and some theoretical knowledge, no one teaches him, but he can't implement it, and he doesn't dare to use it indiscriminately.

After going through the traditional Chinese medicine books that he had read in his mind, Zhang Xuanqing first determined three books: "Treatise on Warm Epidemics", "Differentiation of Warm Diseases", and "Essentials of Treating Temperature".

In ancient times, before the Ming and Qing dynasties, there was no concept of warm disease, starting from Zhang Zhongjing's "Treatise on Typhoid Fever", Chinese medicine once believed that all fever diseases were caused by cold. It was not until the Ming and Qing dynasties that the "warm disease school" appeared, and Chinese medicine was divided into two schools: the "warm disease school" and the "typhoid school".

For a whole night, Zhang Xuanqing was copying books, "Treatise on Warm Epidemics", "Differentiation of Warm Diseases", and "Explanation of Temperature Treatment", and he copied "Treatise on Current Diseases", which is still a medical book of the school of warm diseases.

It wasn't until the next day that it was slightly bright, and he rubbed his somewhat sore wrist and put down the brush.

When you close your eyes, you will feel a sense of coolness, and your eyes, which have become astringent due to the dim lighting, will be quickly relieved. Even the wrist is no longer uncomfortable.

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Xuanqing opened his eyes, and he was more and more surprised by the changes in his body.

He felt that his body was much stronger than before, but there was no significant change.

The strength did not increase, the speed did not increase, and it seemed that only the ability to relieve fatigue became stronger.

Well, you can only relieve fatigue.

Moreover, tonight lasted longer than last night, and although he had copied books all night, he still did not feel much sleepy.

Standing up and moving his body, Zhang Xuanqing thought that he hadn't practiced martial arts for a few days, and he couldn't help but want to punch again.

Although he once thought that the old Taoist priest gave him all the fancy, it was also good to exercise and exercise, better than "The Eighth Set of Radio Gymnastics - The Times is Calling"?

Squeak-

Pushing open the door, Zhang Xuanqing stepped out of the house, and then was suddenly stunned.

I saw two figures in the courtyard, an old man and a young man, rising and falling, leaping and flying, tossing and turning in the courtyard, jumping vertically and horizontally, but did not make a sound.

At this time, although the sun had not yet risen, the sky was already bright.

In the early morning breeze, Sun Simiao and Liu Shenwei were fluttering, and their robes were dancing, which was really a bit of a fairy posture.

Zhang Xuanqing looked stunned: Are these two still martial arts masters? I forgot to move for a while, and just watched there in a daze.

Soon, Sun Simiao was the first to discover him, a step back to retract his fist, his anger sank into the dantian, and he let out a long breath, and two faint white exercises erupted from the end of his nose.

It's not autumn or winter, and the possibility of haqi can be ruled out.

Zhang Xuanqing was even more stunned, but Sun Simiao had already walked over, nodded and smiled at him: "Brother Dao, why did you get up so early today?"

As soon as he spoke, Liu Shenwei also discovered Zhang Xuanqing and wanted to stop his fist.

Sun Simiao waved his hand at him and said: "Shenwei, don't stop, you have just practiced the sense of qi, it is the time to consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan, you must not mess up the movements and hurt the vitality." Don't even speak, otherwise you will mess up the qi and damage the fundamentals. ”

Liu Shenwei blinked, signaling that he knew, and the movement continued, his breath was long, and his body was still flexible.

Zhang Xuan reacted at this time, and asked in amazement: "Brother Dao actually knows martial arts?"

Sun Simiao shook his head and said with a smile: "Where is the martial arts, it's just the Taoist Qi Practice, combined with the five poultry operas of my doctor's family." It's just a set of pull-ups to exercise your body. ”

Is pull-up so awesome?

Zhang Xuanqing didn't know, but he noticed another key word: "Qi Sense, True Qi, Internal Strength?" recalled the two white exercises when Sun Simiao collected his skills, although they were light, they seemed to really have the style of a martial arts master.

Sun Simiao was a little puzzled: "Brother Dao, don't you know? By the way, looking at Brother Dao's breathing, it seems that he has not practiced the method of practicing qi, but how did you ...... before?" said and looked at Zhang Xuanqing's hair that "turned from white to black".

Zhang Xuanqing chuckled in his heart, not because he was afraid that Sun Simiao would find something, but because he listened to Sun Simiao's meaning, after practicing qi, he could really turn gray hair to black?

At this time, he had a stomach full of questions to ask, but he didn't know how to speak, and finally only changed to one sentence: "Brother Dao, can you instruct me to practice the art of qi?"

The other party is not related to him, it is good to be able to take him in, and he does not avoid himself when he instructs Liu Shenwei's medical skills, which is already a generous move, and he makes a request again, is it a bit of an inch?

However, he didn't expect that Sun Simiao just groaned for a while, nodded and smiled: "Actually, this is not a precious thing, if Brother Dao wants to know, you and I can discuss one or two, don't dare to give advice." ”

Zhang Xuanqing was so excited in his heart, good man, this Sun Simiao is a good person, if he is a woman, he has to make a promise!

Suddenly, he thought of the four medical techniques that he had just finished writing in the room, and beckoned to Sun Simiao: "Brother Dao, please come with me." ”

Sun Simiao was puzzled, followed Zhang Xuanqing into the room, and came to the bookcase.

Zhang Xuanqing pointed to the four piles of paper full of handwriting on the bookcase and said: "Since Poor Dao came to Huayuan County, he has been taken care of by Brother Dao, and I can't think of anything to repay, only some medical books that I have read before, which are slightly different from the popular medical books in the world today, and Brother Dao has never seen them." I saw that Brother Dao was obsessed with medical skills, so I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, silently wrote down those medical books, and gave them to Brother Dao. Although there may be some nonsense among them, I think it can also be of some help to Brother Dao. Now these four books are just poor Dao Silent tonight, and there are still some that have not had time to be silent, and can only be a few more days. ”

"Oh, Brother Dao was silent all night?" Sun Simiao picked up a stack of papers in surprise, and said while reading: "Brother Dao is too polite......