"I forgot, this is what they call it in the military formation. Jinchuang is because this kind of injury is often caused by metal sharp objects. Zhuanzhen is the symptom after the injury. It makes people hunched over on the bed in pain. Usually my father is
So shouted;
"In folk terms, some doctors also call it... tetanus."
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment. No wonder he had just seen Ah Shan wrapped in thick winter coats by his mother and sister, as if he had caught the wind and cold.
Moreover, the man's expression was dull at that time. In addition to the possibility that he had death intentions, there should also be reasons for the spasm and stiffness of the muscles in his face.
"This is an incurable disease. I only have a few days to live. What a pity for a good man." Yan Wuxie shook his head.
Ouyang Rong thought thoughtfully, "Is it tetanus... It should still be in the incubation period..."
In this era without antibiotics, it is indeed a terminal disease...but it is not necessarily true. After all, there are Qi practitioners in this world, and the external alchemy of the Northern and Southern Taoists is also very famous.
When he was taking the imperial examination in Luoyang, he even heard that there were magical magicians overseas who were pursuing immortality, and they were very popular among the dignitaries in Luoyang. Therefore, there might be some kind of miraculous medicine among the Qi practitioners that was beyond his knowledge.
But it is obvious that these forces that control the power of myth cannot waste the panacea on a small official slave.
The only people in the world who would care about the life and death of this unknown person named Ah Shan are Liu Mu and Ah Qing with sad eyes.
But... now there are one-half more people.
"I count half of it."
Ouyang Rong muttered, turned around and walked towards the Xiangji Kitchen in Donglin Temple.
Yan Wuxie hurriedly followed and asked curiously: "Mingfu, what half?"
"Give me half a moldy taro."
"..." Yan Wuxie thought for a while and gave a warm reminder: "Mingfu, you can't eat moldy things."
Ouyang Rong: "?"
In fact, Yan Wuji still didn't understand why Mingfu suddenly stopped going down the mountain and went directly to Xiangji Kitchen, borrowed a kitchen from the monk in charge, and locked himself in there for a while...
Outside the door, the man holding the hunting knife smacked his lips slightly, watching the young county magistrate, who he had always thought of as a refined, easy-going, weak scholar, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, bringing in taro, charcoal, rice soup, vegetable oil, earthen pots, and cotton.
Ah, he turned it all over, then rolled up his sleeves, and operated as fiercely as a tiger, and the man holding the knife heard the young county magistrate occasionally uttering some strange and strange words like "Oh, the dead memories started attacking me again."
Ouyang Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, looked at the rough purification equipment on the table, and couldn't help but frown:
"I still underestimate the difficulty of this thing...it doesn't seem to work..."
Ouyang Rong is not just an old keyboard warrior who "knows a little bit about everything". When he was in college, he took an elective course in the School of Chemical Engineering for credits, and because the teacher was a foreign teacher with blond hair and big boobs, he learned with gusto, especially
Every time she in a white coat bends down on the podium to check the catheter...
No matter what, unlike other LSPs in the class, apart from visually measuring the bust, he actually learned some knowledge.
In addition, he is a full-level human being with strong hands-on skills and a physical dot-connector.
Ouyang Rong was quite confident at first. He originally thought that it would be easy to be more patient, spend some time, and adapt low-purity antibiotics to local conditions.
But after some trouble, he discovered that he still underestimated the difficulty of purification.
The main problem lies in the purification equipment. There are too many bacteria in crude antibiotics, and using them will actually harm Liu Ashan.
"This road is blocked... Sure enough, the novels are all lies. How can normal people climb such a technological tree..."
Ouyang Rong took a long breath and was not discouraged. He decisively turned around and went to get a pen and paper.
Try another approach.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head, dipped in ink and wrote a few prescriptions, and said:
"Can Liulang help me get some medicine, and help me pay for it first."
"No... no problem."
Although Yan Wuxie, who was helping him, couldn't understand what Ouyang Rong was doing, he was shocked by the whole process just now.
When Ouyang Rong recalled Fang Zi, he couldn't help frowning and asking:
"Mingfu, have you...have you ever learned the magic of Mohism?"
"What is the Mohist Taoism? What kind of mechanism technique?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously without raising his head.
"Are you really not?"
"Well, I'm not. It's your turn to answer me."
Yan Wuxie leaned against the door with his sword in hand, seemed to think about it, and said:
"I also heard other people say it when I was drinking. The Mohist Dao Meridian is one of the nine mythological Dao Meridians handed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty. Before the First Emperor asked for the elixir of immortality, it existed alongside the Scholar Dao Meridian and the Taoist Dao Meridian. But by the time
After the Red Emperor killed the White Emperor and took control of the Han family in his commoner body, the Mohist lineage began to branch off and gradually declined, and finally the giant families disappeared in the long river of history."
"However, the Qi training skills and organ skills of the Mohist Taoism were scattered all over the world, and finally gave birth to the ten sects in the world today, and countless sects in the north and south. It can be said that one tree fell and thousands of trees grew. Let the myth of Qi training not only
As for the promotion of children from poor families, it is monopolized by the imperial court and a few prominent families."
The son of the county captain, who had held the knife but had not yet entered the martial arts world, looked at him with longing, "So some people say that the Mo family is not dead. All of us in the martial arts world are actually Mo Xia in white, disciples of the giant."
Ouyang Rong raised his head. This was the first time he had heard of these. He couldn't help but ask: "Nine mythical channels? What about the other eight?"
Yan Wuxie scratched his head, "I only know that the Great Zhou Dynasty holds the military art lineage, the Yin Yang Wang Qi Shi lineage, as well as the three art lines controlled by the three great sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and nothing else.
I see, they should all be from high-ranking sects living in seclusion."
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and decided to hit his soul directly: "Which path does Liulang follow? Is it the Mohist path?"
Yan Wuxie's face suddenly turned red. After a while, he whispered in a low voice: "It would be great if he really reached the level of a Qi Practitioner, and he wouldn't be able to get the knife flying from his hand by his aunt in the Ming Dynasty that day...
…”
Ouyang Rong comforted him: "It's okay, I... I haven't seen anyone who can beat my aunt since I was a child. Of course, it was in the countryside of Nanlong."
Liulang of the Yan family coughed twice, "By the way, before I met Mingfu, I thought Mingfu was a Qi practitioner who was a scholar of Taoism."
"Me?" Ouyang Rong was dumbfounded, "Why is this..." Blind.
"It's very simple, because Bailudong Academy belongs to the Confucian sect, and the Ming Dynasty is a scholar who came from it and became famous all over the world. It is difficult for people in the world who understand the origin not to think that way."
Ouyang Rong recalled it, shook his head, and continued to do what he was doing, "But when I was studying at Bailudong Academy, I followed my mentor and had no contact with this kind of thing."
Yan Wuxie nodded, "Then the Ming Palace should have lost the election. I heard that the three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have potential but formal mechanisms. They will select and cultivate suitable seeds for Qi training from among their disciples. The Ming Palace is very
The seeds of reading have long been spread in Jiangnan Province, so it is impossible for Bailudong Academy to miss the Ming Dynasty."
Just issue a waste card, right? Ouyang Rong laughed: "It doesn't matter."
Yan Wuxie comforted him again: "But it's normal. Ming Mansion, please relax. Such talented people are rare. Just like Jianghu, they are mostly local sects who can truly learn the qi training skills taught by their masters."
There are very few sects, eh."
Ouyang Rong nodded, "But they are just like immortals. Then I would like to see these so-called Qi Practitioners fighting. Are Qi Practitioners really so magical? But when I was in the imperial examination in Luoyang, why didn't I see flying over the roof and walking on the wall?
A master? If he is really there, he is not allowed to show his hands often?"
After experiencing the disillusionment of the Pure Land Palace, he now has deep doubts about the power level of this world.
Yan Wuxie said sternly: "The Ming Dynasty must not underestimate the high-quality Qi practitioners. The reason why they are hard to see is, firstly, because the number of them is really scarce, and secondly, because the world is not about fighting and killing, it is about human nature."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
Good guy, you, a little catcher, haven't even entered the martial arts world yet, but you got the correct answer to the last big question. Do you think it's appropriate for you to quietly get such a high score?
"Ahem, Mingfu, I actually read it from a book on chivalry. It seems to have been written by a senior martial artist."
Yan Wuxie took out a well-threaded book from his arms and said with emotion: "It also records how he met the tsundere senior, the infatuated fox demon, the famous Tianjiao, the female teacher of the academy... and...
Go deeper into their stories.”
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, "Sorry, I read Spring and Autumn Period."
After saying that, after writing the prescription in his hand, Ouyang Rong folded it twice and handed it to Yan Wuxie, "Help me go down the mountain to grab the prescription as fast as possible."
Yan Wuxie looked down and wanted to ask, but suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside. He put away the prescription, turned around immediately, pressed the handle of the knife, and stood guard at the door:
"who?"
Hair and half-thin hair rushed over, the former spoke eagerly from a long distance away, and his first words made Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitch.
"Mr. Langjun, I want you to go back quickly. Your teacher is here to see you!"
"...?"
Thanks to "Cold Rain", "Mo Yihai", "Looking for Flowers in Dreams", "Yun Zishuo", "Shan Mu AD", "It's the Shouqiu Acridine", "Ning Ju", "Peach Blossom Spring"
Reward from the brothers "Hidden Man" and "Qcber"!