This pot of medicinal soup was boiled early, but this time he encountered some unknown medicinal materials in Song Qingshu, and Hu Qingniu explained it very carefully.

Song Qingshu listened very carefully, with the experience of his previous life, Song Qingshu's desire for knowledge within his ability was beyond imagination, not to mention that when Hu Qingniu made a plan in his heart, it was very different from yesterday when he explained it again.

After eating at noon, when Song Qingshu was about to say goodbye, Hu Qingniu said, "Wait." ”

Song Qingshu stopped when he heard this, and looked at Hu Qingniu with a puzzled expression.

"You stand here, and don't move. After finishing speaking, Hu Qingniu walked into the study in the side room, and finally found a small book and handed it to Song Qingshu.

I was afraid that the kid would not care, Hu Qingniu said: "You don't care, if you can see through and figure it out, there will naturally be no problem in solving the poison on your body." In fact, Hu Qingniu still didn't say a word, "If you are really proficient, even if it is the poison of the world, what poison can't be cured?"

Song Qingshu happily took it, Song Qingshu took a closer look, and it turned out that Hu Qingniu gave a thin yellow paper manuscript.

A few big characters fell on the above paragraph, "Theory of Pulse".

Song Qingshu was naturally curious to turn the first page, only to see that it read: "The Twelve Classics and the Eight Veins of the Strange Scriptures all flow up and down. Only the veins rise between the lower abdomen, under the hypochon. Wrap around the body, around the waist, like a belt. Chong, Ren, and Du three pulses, the same rise and go differently, one source and three divergent, all with the pulse ......" followed by a review of the mistakes in the ancient medical books, the book "Fourteen Classics Play" said that there are only four points with the pulse, and the book "Acupuncture and Moxibustion Dacheng" says that there are six points with the pulse, in fact, there are ten points, two of which flicker, if there is none, it is the most difficult to distinguish.

Song Qingshu went all the way to read, although he didn't know the meaning, but he also knew that this book was extraordinary, but it was noon, and the weather was hot and dry, so he read the book out of thin air, Song Qingshu still couldn't read it, so he told Hu Qingniu to leave.

Hu Qingniu was afraid that he would not get rid of his childishness and playfulness, so at the end, he also nagged: "You go down and think about it yourself, if there is anything you don't understand, ask me questions tomorrow morning." The implication is obvious, that is, he will be tested tomorrow morning.

Song Qingshu nodded again and again, suddenly thought of something, and then asked Hu Qingniu for some straw paper, pen and ink, and then left.

Back to his thatched hut, Song Qingshu took a nap for less than a moment, and suddenly became full of energy again, and then picked up Hu Qingniu's hand-copied book for him and studied it carefully.

Song Qingshu looked at the content behind it, and saw that each page was densely filled with fly's head Xiaoka, acupoints, and functions were all clearly introduced, thinking that this was all marked by Hu Qingniu one by one, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be in awe.

Although there is a lot of content, at this time, the pen, ink and papyrus that Song Qingshu held before played a role.

When he first came to this world, Song Qingshu was very slow to write with a brush, but after practicing in the morning class on Wudang Mountain for a short time, his writing speed was not much slower than in his previous life.

First of all, put down the twelve serious points. Then Song Qingshu followed the vine and touched the melon, summarized the knowledge points of each of the twelve canons, put it on the paper, and wrote three pages.

Followed by the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, when the knowledge points were sorted out in such a regular manner, Song Qingshu had a general understanding of this "Theory of Pulses".

But time also flies, four hours have passed in a hurry, and it is already about five o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, it was still a little difficult for his head to carry too much at once.

"Hey, pig, are you there?", a clear voice came.

It's Yin Li.

Song Qingshu hurriedly opened the door for her, only to see a little girl wearing a green water skirt, with flying lace woven at the corners of her skirt, with a pretty face holding a bowl of soup in her left hand and a bowl of rice in her right hand, standing in front of the door pretty.

"No, pig, it's time to eat. ”

Yin Li, this little girl is very resentful, since that day Song Qingshu joked that she was a "pig", not a "spider", the little girl called him a pig every day, either the pig is a pig, it is really a child's temper.

Song Qingshu naturally wouldn't play a child's temper with her, and Yin Li came to deliver food every afternoon, which also warmed his heart.

Hurriedly helped her carry the rice bowl, put away the paper, and placed it on the cabinet next to the bed.

There is no dining table in this room, so it can only be done like this, this cabinet is both a desk and a dining table.

The bed is a shelf bed, and Yin Li naturally occupies the position of the bed, for the simple reason that this bed sits softly.

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, found a chair from the side, sat down opposite Xiao Yinli, and began to eat. The bowl of chicken soup not only has pieces of meat on it, but also a few green onions fluttering on it, which makes people appetite.

During the meal, the little girl Yin Li dragged her chin, rested her elbows on the cabinet, and looked at Song Qingshu quietly, her black eyelashes fluttering, her eyes were flowing and watery, and she was like a firefly in the night.

Song Qingshu was a little unbearable every time she was looked at like this, once, he told her not to look at it, she just wanted to look at it, and her eyes were closer, which made Song Qingshu's heart beat half a beat.

Since that time, Song Qingshu's pain has changed, since the enemy remains the same, I have changed, originally Song Qingshu ate quickly, Yin Li ate faster when he saw him, and finished in three minutes, of course, this is also related to the spicy and delicious food sent by Yin Li.

However, Song Qingshu ate quickly, Yin Li was also happy to watch, and when Song Qingshu finished eating, he quickly got out of bed to clean up his rice bowl, and while cleaning up, he also scolded Song Qingshu with a smile: "Look at you, eat so fast, like a pig." ”

Song Qing wrote without waves, saying that he was used to it.

Now the spider must speak with the word "pig.......

When Yin Li cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Song Qingshu wiped the surface of the cabinet clean, and then put the previous small papyrus on top of the cabinet.

But I'm not in a hurry to look at it now, I just finished eating, and my stomach is digesting, and then I use my brainpower at this time, and the efficiency is not high.

Coming to this world, Song Qingshu pays great attention to the word efficiency, whether it is a nap at noon, or not doing mental work after meals, these are implemented in Song Qingshu's life and details.

Yin Li came back after packing up properly, and happened to see the straw paper on Song Qingshu's desk for taking notes, she picked up a sheet, looked at these words, a little incredulous, and asked tremblingly: "That pig, this is what you wrote?"

Song Qingshu let out an undeniable 'um'.

Yin Liyan's smiling Yan Yan's face suddenly fell a little, and his smiling face was tight.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Song Qingshu hurriedly explained: "The words on this papyrus were written by me, and the words on that thin book were written by Hu Yixian. ”

Xiao Yinli no longer listlessly opened the "Theory of the Pulse". The little face "poofed" and laughed.

I saw her little finger pointing to the words on Song Qing's paper and said, "Look at your words, like a pig crawling."

Song Qingshu's old face darkened.