Master Ban, Master Xu and others do not expect Tang Xuanming to become the top figure in their industry, but they must at least reach the elite level.
The Mohist giants of any generation knew everything about astronomy and geography, had extensive knowledge and memorization, and were familiar with all the local customs and customs.
They do not want the Mohist giants of this generation to be full of vulgar language and completely incompetent in the etiquette of walking, sitting and lying down. That would be a shame.
It took a lot of effort for Yueshang Middle School to end the day's teaching. In normal times, Tang Xuanming would have been brain-drained. It was normal to feel groggy at this time.
But after getting started with the Ant King method, he had a Vajra body, and the Mohist breathing method made him clear-sighted at all times, and he didn't feel much tired.
With a strong body and a body like a vajra, there is no need to hide in a tent to keep out the cold. He directly jumps onto a carriage, sits on the carriage, and the complex and unpredictable Ant King Technique begins to operate, swallowing the essence of the moon.
The most refined and pure essence is introduced into the body, flowing through the limbs and bones, making the golden light in the body further intensified, and the peculiar veins in the body become clearer and clearer, seeming to be connected into one, forming a magnificent pattern.
Of course it seems easy and can be achieved at any time, but if it is really to be accomplished, there is still a long way to go.
It has been almost half a month since I started using the Ant King Method, but the golden patterns engraved in my body have not changed much and are still the same as before.
When the pure energy of the moonlight became thinner and finally approached nothing, Tang Xuanming slowly opened his eyes. The moonlight became hazy and was already hiding behind the clouds and mist.
He was not depressed either. He looked around and saw that everything was pitch black. Occasionally, he could hear one or two snoring sounds. There were people patrolling at two hidden locations in the front and back of the camp. They would give early warning once someone appeared in their field of vision and they were extremely vigilant.
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In the dark and deep night, they were the only ones who, like Tang Xuanming, did not fall asleep.
After clearing his mind for a while and relieving his thoughts, Tang Xuanming began to practice again, this time using the Mohist breathing method.
The majestic internal force is also of great use to him. The Hundred-step Flying Sword and the Lightning Divine Walk are two secret skills that he decided to practice after thinking about them countless times, and they must be mastered.
To accomplish his goal, end this era, and fulfill the dreams of Master Ban and the Mohist disciples, Qin Shihuang must die.
No matter how great a career that man built, if he stood in front of Tang Xuanming, he would definitely end it all.
No one could assassinate Qin Shihuang in the Xianyang Palace, not Jing Ke, not Ge Nie, not Tang Xuanming, but this did not mean that Tang Xuanming had no chance.
The eternal emperor likes to patrol the world the most. As long as his route is known in advance, the assassination will certainly be possible.
Of course, it would be difficult to arrange people around Qin Shihuang to spy on the news. This emperor of all ages has always been suspicious, and any leakage of information will cause a group of people around him to be replaced, which means countless blood.
"call!"
Pure internal energy flows through the limbs and bones, passing through the meridians and acupuncture points. It has the body of a vajra, and the energy in the body is majestic and abundant. The refining and transformation of energy proceeds very quickly, and the internal energy is accumulated rapidly.
But no matter how fast it is, the decades-long gap with others cannot be closed in a short time.
If you want to have the majestic and powerful inner strength of Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, you will definitely need ten times the effort of ordinary people.
Wei Zhuang and Gai Nieke are both the most talented people in martial arts in this era. They are geniuses themselves, and their efforts are no worse than anyone else.
At least now, Tang Xuanming, who has extremely keen senses, can hear Gai Nie's faint breathing. This figure known as the Sword Master is also practicing silently.
There was also a vague sound of breathing from Gao Jianli's carriage. The seventh sword in the world was not in vain.
The sky was getting brighter, and the Mohist disciples began to skillfully pack up the tents and carriages where they had set up camp, and the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly.
There were also people who were cooking in secluded situations, and any smoke that was about to rise was immediately cut off. Everyone looked cautious, in order to avoid exposing their target.
Cooking smoke is always the most eye-catching thing in the world.
Tang Xuanming no longer breathed, but helped the Mohist disciples pack the tents and weapons around them. After eating briefly and quickly, the group of people embarked on the road that seemed to have no end.
Escape is always the main theme of the Mohist disciples. The entire world belongs to the Qin State. After unifying the world, even escape has no goal.
"A Mohist disciple is sick. Please come with me to check on him."
Duan Murong greeted Tang Xuanming with a straight face, but Tang Xuanming didn't care about his attitude and followed her closely, cherishing this opportunity to practice.
The Jinghu Medical Immortal had already given him many surprises. The eight extraordinary meridians and acupuncture points were all taught by this Jinghu Medical Immortal. During the long journey, no disciple was left behind, just because of Duanmurong's medical skills.
Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to observation, smell, questioning, and palpation. These four words encompass the entire method of medical treatment, but in fact the most important thing is practice.
This was the biggest feeling that Tang Xuanming gained after studying medical skills with Duan Murong. Traditional Chinese medicine in this era did not have the complicated and diverse testing equipment that later generations of Western medicine did.
No matter what the disease is, it depends on a pair of eyes, and even more, it depends on a pulse. With these two, it is necessary to judge countless symptoms, which is simply a kind of torture for doctors.
In Chinese medicine, there is a saying that the older you are, the better your medical skills will be, which is where it comes from.
Countless rumors of health-preserving secrets in later generations were said by old Chinese doctors. This is the reason.
Squatting next to the Mohist disciple, he took a closer look at the pale Mohist disciple, took his pulse by the way, and Tang Xuanming came to a conclusion.
"It's wind chill!"
Duanmu Rong nodded, shook his head, and said: "It is indeed wind-cold, but it is not accurate enough. It is caused by gastrointestinal discomfort due to eating dry food during this period, which leads to physical weakness."
Tang Xuanming was a little unconvinced, but Duan Murong continued to add with a cold face.
"Different causes have different treatment methods. You still have to remember it clearly. He can adjust his wind-cold condition by eating a normal diet.
If you don’t know the cause and blindly diagnose and treat it, it will only be a minor illness like wind-cold. Once you encounter some important illnesses and you cannot determine the cause, there is no way to treat it..."
Tang Xuanming looked a little uncomfortable, but secretly kept these words in his heart.
All diseases have the same origin. If you can master superb medical skills, you can treat those wild and tough men in the tribe, and at least you will have a place to stay.
After treating the patients and placing the Mohist disciples who were weak and cold on the carriage, the group of people set out on the journey again.