In the evening, Xiao Zhiruo finally escaped from the master's clutches.
Throughout the whole day, except for going to the dining room to get meals for the master and apprentice twice, she spent the rest of the day reading, practicing calligraphy, and practicing Zhuang Kung Fu.
But Master’s food seems to be more delicious than others~
Zhiruo thought of the delicious vegetarian food and subconsciously licked her lips with her little tongue, showing a hint of charm at her young age.
"Ah, Junior Sister Zhiruo is out." Ding Minjun greeted warmly.
"Hello, senior sister!" Zhiruo greeted.
"Sister Zhiruo, thank you for your hard work. You will have to serve Master well in the future." Ding Minjun said with a smile.
Although everyone knows that serving Miejie can get the most out of someone who is close to the water, and maybe he can pass on some of Emei's unique skills. But who makes Miejie have a straight face all day long, has a bad temper, yells at every turn, and sometimes beats people.
Ding Minjun even saw with her own eyes how her master was killing people outside like chickens. She was so murderous that she couldn't sleep for several nights.
In this way, everyone naturally did not dare to get too close to Mie Mie, so they simply took turns delivering meals to Mie Mie and cleaning the room.
Now that Zhiruo has taken on this important responsibility, everyone is finally relieved.
"Junior sister Zhiruo, did master teach you anything today?" Ding Minjun asked.
Zhiruo blinked: "Read, practice calligraphy, help Master clean the room, and eat."
Ding Minjun was relieved now, that's good.
The junior sister only studied at this age, and she can already recite Jingyesi. Although she doesn't want to serve the master, she doesn't want others to gain the master's favor.
"Okay, Junior Sister Zhiruo, let's take a rest early." Ding Minjun said with a smile.
"Oh~" Zhiruo left happily.
…
Night, bedroom.
Xiao Zhiruo was reciting the Analects of Confucius while looking at the door worriedly.
Why hasn't Lele come back? Could it be that he was eaten by those wild beasts?
"Whoosh~"
The yellow shadow flashed, and the little yellow cat flew in directly and jumped on the shoulder of the shit shovel officer: "Meow~"
Good morning!
Zhiruo:.
After a moment of silence, Zhiruo grabbed the two front paws of the little yellow cat and lifted it in front of her.
"Lele, your mother taught me my skills last night and entrusted me to take good care of you!
You see, there is so much chaos outside now. We finally have the opportunity to learn skills, so we must cherish it. Only by studying hard and forgetting food and sleep will we not regret it in the future!
Starting tonight, I will take you to practice that strangely named body refining technique."
In Xiao Zhiruo's opinion, the big cat in the dream could use that physical training technique, and her own kitten would definitely be able to do it too.
Miao Le:.
Where did he get his mother? And he was so sleepless and forgetful about food and drink?
Each of these words fits him well when taken apart, but taken together they have nothing to do with him.
Practicing hard? Impossible! Farewell!
The little yellow cat got up and jumped, huh? Didn't jump!
When he turned around, he found Xiao Zhiruo holding his tail tightly with her two little hands.
"Lele, don't run, it's dangerous outside at night." As she said that, Zhiruo looked outside the door in fear.
"Meow~"
You let go!
"Lele, I was wrong! I will never let you exercise again. Please don't leave." The little girl said pitifully.
The little girl bit her lips lightly, her watery eyes full of anticipation.
"This?" the little yellow cat paused.
This is too cute!
No, he is Lord Tmall, how can he be ignorant because of women!
After a while.
One person and one cat lay on the bed again, getting ready to sleep. Zhiruo happily held the little yellow cat tightly in her arms.
Tmall was just tired and now suddenly wants to rest!
At night, Zhiruo hummed again without realizing it.
But I don’t know why, but the big cat seems to have a bad temper tonight, always stroking herself, and her big claws can make her do several somersaults at once.
Scary!
Go find her child tomorrow to settle the score!
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The second day, Golden Dome, Zen Room.
After teaching the basic swordsmanship and basic palm skills, Jue Jue waved his hand: "Practice and practice martial arts, the most important thing is persistence. Laziness is your biggest enemy in life!
I'm going down the mountain to deal with a group of bandits in the next few days, so you can practice on your own first.
Of course, the way of cultivation is relaxed and relaxed. You can stand in the stance every day and after practicing for two hours, you can go to the Sutra Pavilion to find some books to read."
"You have to know that reading and practicing martial arts are the best practices in a person's life. The former understands people, and the latter makes people unyielding. Only by combining the two can you truly not be stuck in the world or follow the world."
"I understand, Master!"
Miejie nodded happily, picked up the Yitian Sword and left quickly. It was really because he had something to do, not because he had nothing to teach him.
After the master left, Zhiruo felt much more relaxed. She only had to come to the meditation room to clean it in the morning, and the rest could do her own thing.
Even the other senior sisters relaxed, competed, chatted, and joked, and mostly went to Qianshan to do some side jobs to make money.
After a few days, Zhiruo discovered that there were actually two main types of people on the mountain.
One is the ordained disciples like Senior Sister Jingxuan. Most of them are poor, and many of them are pitiful people. Their families were killed, they themselves were insulted, and they were later despised by the villagers.
After being taken in by his master, he devoted himself to practicing martial arts and seeking revenge.
Of course, many of them just want to escape into Buddhism, recite the Buddha's name sincerely, and isolate themselves from the world.
They don't want anyone to know about their past.
The other type are unordained disciples like Senior Sister Ding. Most of them come from wealthy families at the bottom of the mountain. One of them goes up the mountain to learn martial arts, and the other is to make friends with senior sisters who are good at martial arts on the mountain.
If the family business is threatened, he can respond to everything at once.
Of course, since they have money to buy medicine, they don't have to worry about daily life problems. They can study martial arts all day long and make rapid progress.
Unlike those ordained disciples or senior sisters from poor families, in addition to practicing martial arts every day, they also have to worry about how to make money.
A big family like Senior Sister Ding Minjun has even attracted many of her peers to become her small circle, providing money and medicine to win people's hearts.
…
In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhiruo petted the cat while studying medical books.
I don’t know what Lele is busy with at night. During the day, he often sleeps all day long, and usually only opens his eyes to eat when something delicious appears.
After reading for a while and writing down some questions on a piece of paper, Xiao Zhiruo walked up to the management sister in charge of registration.
"Senior Sister Jingxu, there are many places in this book that I don't understand. Can I ask you?"
Xiao Zhiruo handed over a piece of paper with both hands, blinked and asked.
Jingxu took it with a smile, studious children are always liked by people. Of course, a child can ask any profound questions.
After taking the paper, I saw that in just half a month, this little guy had already practiced his calligraphy well and his handwriting was neat.
Looking at the above questions, there are many more.
Symptoms of Yin deficiency include: insufficient Yin fluid, five upset stomachs and hot flashes, hot flashes in the afternoon, red lips and dry mouth, tender red or dry red tongue without coating, dry and lumpy stools, yellow and short urine, and thready and rapid pulse.
What does the vaginal fluid above mean?
Jingxu fell into deep thought.
After a while, Zhiruo asked curiously: "Senior sister, is it that my handwriting is too ugly for you to understand?"
Jingxu:.
Can she say that she doesn't understand this question? Didn't Zhiruo only study for two months? Why did she start studying medical skills?
After pondering for a moment, Jingxu asked: "Junior Sister Zhiruo, why do you suddenly want to read this medical book?"
"Senior Sister Jingxu, I see that the senior sisters are all thinking of ways to make money. Master also asked me to learn a skill in my free time before leaving. I just want to learn some medical skills, so that I can prepare medicines in the future and give them to customers or senior sisters.
We make money by seeing a doctor." Zhiruo answered honestly.
Jingxu touched her little head: "Didn't Senior Sister Ding ask you to be her disciple of the Ding family? She paid quite a lot of money."
Zhiruo shook her head: "Mother told me that you can't take food or money from people you don't know well!"
Jingxu smiled: "Junior sister Zhiruo is really smart. But you are right. The pies falling from the sky are all poisonous. After taking other people's money, you must listen to their words and do things for them.
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But if a person who practices martial arts has lost his spirit and is still busy with affairs, it will be difficult for him to be brave and diligent!"
Zhiruo nodded as if she understood.
Practicing martial arts should be a very distant thing for her. But the master told her to start with two years of basic training.
But now she doesn't feel tired even if she stands for a whole day. Is there something wrong with her body?
"As for this medical skill, I'm not very good at it, and I don't want to mislead others. In this case, you go to Qianshan to find Senior Sister Jinghui. She should be treating the benefactor. Wait until she has finished seeing the patient before asking for advice. Remember to be polite
!" Jingxu asked.
"Oh~" Zhiruo made a long sound, a little disappointed.
She is still a little scared when facing strangers.
After a while, when Zhiruo hugged the cat and left, Jingxu breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, my image as a knowledgeable senior sister is not bad, and so is my junior sister Zhiruo. Who would be a serious person to study medicine?
Those dozens of thick books: properties of medicinal materials, prescriptions, syndrome differentiation, these would take a normal person several years to memorize.
Not to mention, this world is full of wonders, and the disease the patient suffers from is completely different from what is described in medical books.
Most people who want to study medicine may not be able to become a doctor in more than ten years. As long as Emei disciples like them come down from the mountain, many families are rushing to get them. Most people simply don't have the perseverance and patience.
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Front mountain.
Zhiruo smelled the quiet fragrance as soon as she came over. It was obvious that the incense was very popular here.
In the main hall, there was a woman in gorgeous clothes worshiping Buddha devoutly. Senior Sister Ding was waiting on her. Zhiruo took one look and ran to the specially separated "Qingchen Garden" next to her.
The garden is very big and the medicinal smell is very strong.
There are also several elderly senior sisters inside, and their uncles are coming in and out, busy drying medicinal materials. I heard from the senior sisters that these people are not qualified to practice martial arts, and secondly, they have no money, so they can only find something to do when they are old.
Moreover, this pharmacy is actually quite hard. Some medicinal materials are very tedious to handle, and some medicinal materials are even harmful to the body. Of course, compared to cleaning clothes and toilets, this pharmacy is a good job.
This guy is just afraid of competition.
Because she was wearing the pink dress of a direct disciple, no one stopped her, and Zhiruo walked directly into the inner room.
It's quieter here, and there are curtains and partitions.
"Sister Jinghui, are you busy?" Zhiruo shouted weakly.
After a while, a middle-aged nun walked out. She was as tall as the other senior sisters of the Jing generation and had an average appearance. Her only characteristic was that she had an outstanding mind.
Zhiruo felt that her head was bigger than her own.
Most of the ordained senior sisters, including Master, are tall.
I heard from the master that most of the ordained senior sisters of the Emei Sect, in order to improve their combat power, have practiced a physical training martial arts called Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. This martial arts was learned by Master Guo Xiang from a great monk.
Because Master Guo Xiang discovered that the physical strength of the daughter's family was naturally weaker than that of the male, but after learning this Kung Fu, their physical strength would be long and they would be able to take advantage in battles.
For example, the Yitian Sword itself weighs more than a hundred kilograms and is extremely sharp. Most people cannot swing it at all, but Mie Mie can swing it with ease.
"Junior Sister Zhiruo, aren't you taking care of Master? Why did you come to my place? Is Master injured?" Jinghui asked nervously.
Injuries are common when traveling in the world. Now the Emei Sect relies on one person, Miejie. If she were not around, the huge Emei faction might fall apart.
In Mount Emei, there are more than just their Emei sect, Huazang Temple, Baoguo Temple... They have long been eyeing these generous female guests from Emei.
"Sister Jinghui, the master has gone down the mountain. I want to learn some medical skills. Senior sister, there are some parts in the book that I don't understand. Can I ask you?" Zhiruo said obediently.
Jinghui patted her little head: "Okay, come in, have you memorized the books "Ode to the Properties of Medicine" and "Song of Soup"?"
"Back."
"Okay, then I'll test you."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Jinghui was a little doubtful about life.
It seems that she has accepted a great apprentice. If this apprentice becomes a disciple, will he still have his own work in the future?
But fortunately, she had saved a lot of money after receiving medical treatment over the years, and she had long wanted to go back to the back mountain to practice Qigong and rest.
"Come on, let me introduce you to the medicinal materials first. The same medicinal materials are different in age, processing and properties. You must pay attention when giving medicine to customers in the future." Jinghui taught carefully.
"Look at this, it's called Epimedium, and it also has other names: Fairy Spleen, Fangzhangcao, Qizhangcao, Qianliangjin, Dried Chicken Tendon, Coptis Lianzu, Three-branched Nine-leaf Grass, Gangcao, etc.
Zhiruo, what’s the use of telling me?”
Xiao Zhiruo put her little hand on her lips and thought, and then said confidently: "It tastes sweet and fragrant, and is warm in nature but not cold. It can replenish the essence and qi. It is suitable for people with insufficient true yang!"
"Indications: impotence, cold waist and knees. Soak one pound of epimedium and one bucket of wine for three days, then drink it regularly. This prescription is called "Xianling Spleen Wine"..."
Jinghui nodded and was about to introduce other medicinal materials when the noble lady Shi Shiran, who was worshiping Buddha outside, came in.
"Master Jinghui, the medicine you prescribed is so effective. I don't have any itching or pain there now." The lady said gratefully.
Jinghui clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha is also the result of Mrs. Ming's good deeds in daily life."
Mrs. Ming smiled and said: "Master Jinghui is still very skilled in medicine. I wonder how much the consultation fee will be?"
Jinghui smiled calmly: "Buddhists don't talk about money, only fate. Donor Ding, just follow the fate, and sincerity will lead to success."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ming was very satisfied: "Master Jinghui is right. Come, please go to the main hall and add fifty taels of incense and oil money."
"Amitabha!" Jinghui said calmly.
Noticing Xiao Zhiruo next to her, Mrs. Ming was curious: "What is this?"
"This is a poor nun's junior sister, named Zhiruo. Master Zhang of Wudang personally sent someone to deliver it." Jinghui explained.
Mrs. Ming fell in love with this little man as soon as she saw him. He was beautiful and smart, especially his big black eyes, which were pure and moist.
"Come on, it's our first time meeting you. Let me give you a little gift." As she said that, the lady took out a handful of broken silver from her sleeve, picked up Zhiruo's little hand, and put it in her palm.
Zhiruo was stunned for a moment, then looked at her senior sister.
The senior sister smiled and said: "The elders gave it to me. You can't refuse it. Take it."
"Hey, thank you sister!" Zhiruo said happily.
The little Loli clenched the money in her hands tightly. It was the first time since she was a child that she had seen so much money, and the money was still hers!
Lele can finally eat something good!
Hearing the word "sister", the lady was even more satisfied: "My little mouth is so sweet. I will bring you some snacks from the house next time I go up the mountain."
When Zhiruo heard this, she swallowed and spit.
"Gulu~"
Madam and Jinghui looked at each other and smiled, this child is so cute.
