Doctor Chen held the piece of paper and left as if he had found a treasure. Before leaving, he told Li Yi that when he returned, he would carefully copy what was written on it and hand it over to Mr. Liu of the Imperial Medical Department in person.
As for the original manuscript, it is just this piece of paper. It should be kept at home and worshiped, incense should be burned every day, and it should be left to future generations...
It seems that for the ancients, money was not the most important thing. Even when they did not have enough to eat or wear, or had no money for the next meal, they would still value reputation and honor more than anything else.
Scholars are eager to join the court and become officials. Which one of them did not initially have the idea of displaying his ambition, making a career, and leaving his name in history?
They may later only want to make money and gain power, but that is a trend in a bad environment, and their original intention cannot be denied.
Dr. Chen put down his dignity and asked him for advice on wound suturing. He even rushed thousands of miles from Qing'an Prefecture to Kyoto, and personally handed this thing into the hands of the imperial physician Liu Jimin, so that doctors all over the world could learn from it, just to leave it in the history books.
A small trace. If someone in future generations has a one in ten thousand chance to think of the name Chen Mufeng when suturing wounds, I am afraid he will laugh out loud in the coffin...
The obsession was so deep that if Li Yi had said half a word "no" at that time, I am afraid that Dr. Chen would have bumped into him and died to make his ambition clear...
When I walked out of Ruyifang, I sighed. A name that lasts forever is far less valuable than a few hundred or even a thousand taels of silver. If someone suffers from typhoid, cold, and diarrhea in the future and cannot go to any other medicine store, he should look for Huichun Tang.
Yes, if you can get something back, it's worth it.
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Li Yi held a sword in his hand and waved it in the yard.
He would spend an hour every day practicing kung fu in the yard, which had become a required course for him every day.
The sword he was holding was Liu Ruyi's treasure. He had been sharpening it for a long time before finally borrowing it from her and using ten pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake as a condition for her to teach him a set of sword skills.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was given to her by Wan Ruoqing. He liked the cost-free business the most. In two days, Liu Ruyi taught him the basic swordsmanship and he had almost learned it. Liu Ruyi only used a branch and did not use his true energy.
When the second young lady was sparring, her sword flew away after two moves, and the branch was placed around her neck.
The evaluation he received was that he only knew rigid moves and did not know how to adapt them. Even if he learned powerful swordsmanship, it would be useless.
Li Yi was also helpless about this. He had no experience in fighting the enemy. That is to say, if Miss Liu Er could accompany him to learn from each other, how much flexibility could he expect from him?
He also knows where his shortcomings are. When it comes to martial arts training, it has never been the case that someone who has learned a powerful kung fu can dominate the world. Without enough experience accumulation, it is like having a treasure in vain, but lacks the ability to open it.
The key to the door.
Free sparring is not in vain. The more you practice with Miss Liu Er, the better you will become.
Uncle Han came over with a cloth bag in his hand and put it on the stone table. There was a clattering sound from the cloth bag. Uncle Han said with a smile: "Uncle, those small wooden blocks are all done."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Han."
Li Yi opened the cloth bag and saw piles of small wooden blocks inside, which had begun to take on the shape of mahjong. The sizes were similar to those of later generations, and the edges and corners around them were polished very smooth, so that they would not hurt the hands when touched.
I counted the number and found exactly one hundred and fifty.
There are one hundred and thirty-six mahjong cards in a deck. If any one of the mahjong cards is damaged, there will be a spare one.
Now that the wooden block is there, the next thing will be left to Miss Liu Er.
Looking at Liu Ruyi who was practicing swordplay not far away, Li Yi walked over carrying a cloth bag.
She practices Tai Chi swordsmanship, and she seems to have hit a bottleneck recently. She often slashes with her sword. Li Yi doesn't dare to talk to her when nothing happens.
"Ruyi, how about we discuss something?"
Seeing Li Yi walking towards this side, Liu Ruyi took back the sword in her hand, glanced at her, and said angrily: "What's the matter?"
Her tone was a little irritable. She had been learning Tai Chi swordsmanship smoothly these days. However, she finally encountered a bottleneck in the past two days and her progress was slow, as if she was stuck in a quagmire.
"You help me carve something on these wooden blocks, and I will teach you the essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship." Li Yi looked at her and said seductively.
Negotiation is also an art. You must first know what the other party needs and then prescribe the right medicine to achieve miraculous results.
Miss Liu Er has a bad temper these days because of this incident, like her aunt's second visit this month. Xiaohuan is avoiding her. She must not be able to resist the temptation, so she can only act as a free labor in exchange for what she needs.
s things.
"Do you know the essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship?" A trace of anger flashed across Liu Ruyi's face and she stared at him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Because she encountered a bottleneck, she was thinking about how to break through while eating and sleeping. Suddenly someone told her that she knew the essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship. Her first thought was not happiness, but anger.
This is Miss Liu Er's logic.
Li Yi was a little puzzled when he saw that Miss Liu Er's eyes began to look evil towards him.
The development of the story shouldn't be like this...
Shouldn't she agree happily and carve mahjong honestly in exchange for the essence of the Tai Chi sword that she talked nonsense about? Why is she looking at herself with such eyes, wait, why is she raising the sword?
"What are you going to do?"
"Wait a minute, I have something to say..."
"Put down your sword first..."
"Don't do it..."
"Help!"
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After a while, Li Yi was forced into a corner by Liu Ruyi. Miss Liu Er probably didn't know that her current posture was called "bidong" in later generations, but she just looked at Li Yi with a joking look.
Li Yi felt that he was really too naive just now. Women are inherently unreasonable animals. If this woman is called Liu Ruyi, she cannot be treated with common sense.
The idea of using the essence of the Tai Chi Sword as a bargaining chip, which even he himself does not know is true or false, has been proven to be unworkable. Looking at Miss Liu Er's appearance, she is ready to take the bow...
There was no rice at home. Ruyi took Xiaohuan out to purchase. Uncle Han had closed the door when he went out. There were only two people at home. Even if his throat was broken, no one would come to save him...
"For Tai Chi, sword moves are not important. Only by remembering the constantly rotating sword intention and forgetting the order of moves can you get the essence of it... When facing the enemy, you can control the sword with your intention. There are ever-changing moves, endless moves, and comprehensive understanding.
, so that you can do whatever you want..."
As a man who can bend and stretch, Li Yi decided to temporarily compromise on Miss Liu Er's banditry.
Although I don’t quite understand what this sentence means, but when Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuji the Tai Chi sword on Wudang Mountain, he probably had this meaning, and it should probably be similar to this. It should be able to scare Miss Liu Er, right?
After dealing with Liu Ruyi for so long, Li Yi has long known that the more mysterious things are, the more likely they are to frighten her. As for whether she can understand anything from them, it all depends on her own understanding...
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Miss Liu Er finally let go of him, and a familiar look of confusion appeared on her pretty face. Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief. In terms of deception skills, ordinary people were far from being able to compare with those monks.
, Daochang Zhang is really a man of God, it is difficult to capture him by yourself...
