The little girl and her ancestors sat on the Arhat bed. The head of the Ji family and the elders of the clan also took their seats one by one. Wei Mian and Ji Xingle went to the side room to bring water shells and tea sets. The Ji family brewed tea themselves, and Wei Mian stood in front of the Arhat and gave it to them personally.
The little guests make tea and serve kiwi fruit.
Leyun drank tea before and after meals. Her stomach could not hold it anymore, so she had to drink it bravely. She tasted two cups of tea in a row and only drank a little bit of the third cup. She could chat and have an excuse not to drink it in her stomach.
Irrigation.
Ancestor Ji asked about the situation of the elders in the little girl's family, and also asked about whether the journey to Qindi was smooth, and whether there were any acclimatization, dietary problems, etc. after arriving at Ji's house. He also asked about the mood of the little girl's two friends, and expressed his special thanks.
The little girl took a detour to Luqi County during her busy schedule.
Speaking of detouring to Ji's house, he finally got to the point. Wei Mian respectfully asked the little girl to ask for a safe pulse for the family's ancestors.
Le Yun smiled: "I felt the old man's pulse before. The pain on the old man's left shoulder will not be relieved unless the hidden trouble on his left shoulder is removed. Even if he takes honeysuckle, chrysanthemum tea, and mung bean porridge regularly, it can detoxify to a certain extent.
Relieving the pain will not cure it."
The two generations of heads of the Ji family and the elders of the clan did not reveal the shock in their hearts, but they could not help but suddenly sit up straight and listen attentively.
Ji Xingle's eyes fell on the little girl. In addition to surprise, there was also deep amazement in his eyes. The little girl could tell where her brother's secret injury was just by feeling his pulse. Her medical talent was no longer the property of a genius, but she was astonished and weeping like a ghost.
A gift that only the prodigies of the world have.
The most shocked person was Wei Mian. At this moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood. The little girl not only knew the location of the ancestor's secret injury, but also knew what he ate and drank. How did she diagnose it?
Ji Xingye's eyebrows moved slightly and he sighed softly: "It is indeed an amazing doctor. The old injuries of the old man for many years cannot be hidden from your eyes. There must be no disease in this world that can escape the control of the little girl."
"You are too old. I am not omnipotent." Le Yun shook her head: "It has been hurt and poisoned for more than twenty years. There are too many uncertainties. It has been more than fifty years. I will not be able to do it at the first time in the future."
It’s hard to tell if it’s been more than a hundred years since the diagnosis was made. If it happens to be beyond the scope of my knowledge, it can only be explained as a mysterious incident.”
"What does the little girl think of the little old man's hidden hurt?"
"You have an old injury on your back and shoulder. Judging from the extent of the injury, it should be a palm injury. The palm was slapped from left to right, and half of the palm was on the shoulder blade. It is quite old. It is estimated to be more than 25 years ago and less than 30 years ago.
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"..." The little girl revealed the exact location of the ancestor's hidden injury. The head of the Ji family almost stood up. He moved slightly and sat upright, listening attentively with the clan elders.
Wei Mian looked at the little girl in shock: "Can you also diagnose the pulse?"
"Yes," Le Yun nodded calmly without pride: "People or things are alive, and the bones, flesh, flesh, pores, etc. in the whole body are also alive. They have their own uniqueness, and the damage to each place will be different.
reaction, subtle changes can be captured when diagnosing the pulse, and based on their different changes, the location of the injury can be determined."
"The little girl is worthy of the title of little miracle doctor. My little one has been stabilizing my injury for several years, but he can do nothing about it." Ji Xingye didn't care about his injury, and pointed to the junior on his side with interest: "Responsible for my health
It’s the kid next to the little girl, do you think my kid’s medical skills are good enough?”
Seeing the old man calling Wei Mian a "kid", the head of the Ji family and others looked calm. They were all children in front of the ancestor, not to mention they were not even old. Even in their prime years, compared to the ancestor
They are all children.
The Ji family is very calm, but Le Yunchao is not calm. Can you imagine how joyful it is to see an old man in his eighties or nineties pointing at another old man and calling him a "kid"?
Le Xiao, who was not calm, wiped his forehead and said with a serious face: "This elder's bones and blood are corroded by the smell of Chinese medicine, and there are a few places on his fingers that are slightly different from ordinary people. At a glance, you can tell that he is an old Chinese doctor who is good at acupuncture.
Judging from the fine shapes on his fingers, he has performed acupuncture on patients a total of no less than 10,000 times. He is experienced and experienced, and his medical skills have reached the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine. He is worthy of his name as a national expert in Xinglin. He should be reserved to others, otherwise
It has long been famous at home and abroad.”
Everyone in the Ji family was secretly relieved that the little girl spoke so highly of Ji Mian, who specialized in medicine in their family, which proved that Ji Mian's years of study were not in vain.
"Young lady Miao Zan, how dare I claim to be a master of the Xinglin Kingdom in front of you? I only have a brief knowledge of Qihuang's art, and I can't even do anything about the secret injuries of the family elders. I'm really ashamed." Wei Mian felt ashamed of his lack of medical skills, and held his hands in shame: "
My ancestor’s old ailment was restored by the help of this little girl.”
"Little girl, look, my child blushed when you praised him." It was quite natural for Ji Xingye to tease his grandchildren.
Wei Mian was made red-faced and thick-necked by his ancestor again, and he looked helplessly at his toes. It was not good for him to be young, and he was always teased by his ancestor.
"Senior, your child is not blushing, but looks good and rosy." Le Yun wanted to cover her face. It's okay for the old man to make fun of his grandchildren. She is an outsider, how embarrassing.
After being silent for half a second, he added: "Senior, I'm very curious, how many generations live in your hometown? The sixth generation or the seventh or eighth generation?"
Everyone in the Ji family had smiles in their eyes, and everyone was silent. Ji Xingye smiled deeply: "Just counting from my generation, we have been living under the same roof for six generations. If we count the brothers from my father's generation together, we are living under the same roof for seven generations. Xiao Baxiang believes
That generation is my grandson, Xiao Ba'er is the uncle in my family, and in the Yanshi branch, he is the grandfather."
Covering her face, Le Yun wanted to cover her face and feel fiercely jealous again. Seven generations live under the same roof. All seven generations of the Ji family are sitting in rows. There are probably a thousand people there. How prosperous it is.
"I'd better pretend that I haven't asked that question. The Ji family is prosperous. I'm really afraid that if I accidentally offend the Ji family one day, hundreds of people will come to me if I raise my arms and they will be beaten to death."
In such a big family, if someone is bullied and shouts, the crowd will respond, and hundreds of people will swarm the family and it will definitely scare the person.
"The Ji family practices martial arts to preserve the long-term prosperity of the family inheritance and will not bully others wantonly. Besides, who dares to touch the little girl? You can knock down a large area with just a wave of your hand without using your fists, not to mention hundreds of people.
A few people are surrounding you, even a few thousand people are just trying to make a scene with a lot of force, but in fact they can't do anything to you."
"Senior, you praise me too highly. For an expert like you, if you close your breath and close your pores, even if I sprinkle a few poisons, it won't work for a while. You can kill me in that little time."
Several times. Senior, could you please let me take a look at the hidden wounds on your back, and we can chat happily later."
"Okay." Ji Xingye agreed readily, moved off the Arhat bed, and took off his coat while standing.
Wei Mian quickly moved a round stool and placed it in front of the Arhat's bed, facing the little girl, so that the ancestor could sit down and make it easier for the little girl to check the injury.
The little girl was about to examine the ancestor's hidden wounds. Head Ji and others quickly stood up and gathered around. In order to make the light brighter, they even brought candlesticks.
Ji Xingye took off his jacket to reveal his tight muscles. He had been tortured by hidden injuries all year round and had always insisted on exercising and training. His muscles and bones were strong, but he was too thin and did not have the muscles to be comparable to those of a bodybuilder.
Considering that the little girl was still a child, he tied his clothes around his waist, sat down on his side facing the Arhat bed, and turned his back towards the little girl.
The head of the Ji family and others stood in a row, holding candlelight for illumination. Wei Mian stood close to the Arhat bed, waiting to fetch and hand things to the little girl at any time.
Le Yun moved off the Arhat's bed and put on her shoes, took off the backpack she was carrying across her body, took out the jade box containing the medical needle and put it on the Arhat's bed. She opened it, took out the needle cover and the medicine bottle from the box, and first took the medicine to the old man of Ji's house.
A layer of medicine was applied to the area on the back where the shoulder blades connected with the ribs, and then a needle was inserted into the area. Seventy-two needles were inserted in a row to create a circle.
Everyone in the Ji family stared quietly. After a while, they saw a patch of skin slowly turning red in the middle of the place where the little girl had circled it with a needle. It was a small patch at first, and then slowly widened.
A shape like a palm appears, without fingers, just the shape of the palm.
The palm print is not complete, but an expert can tell at a glance that it is a right hand print, or that of an adult man.
He had treated his ancestor's injuries with his own hands back then. Naturally, he knew what kind of injuries his ancestor had after being assassinated and what they looked like. At that time, his ancestor was not injured at the beginning of the assassination. It was not until three days later that a black figure appeared behind his back.
palm print.
Several elders of the Ji family worked together to seal the ancestor's acupuncture points and force out the poison. It took seven days to force the poison out of the body. However, they did not expect that the poison was still lurking in the ancestor's body. It is no wonder that the cold poison has appeared inexplicably over the years.
He had a seizure, and despite all kinds of examinations, he only found out that his ancestor's body was poisonous, but he didn't know where the poison came from.
The black handprint on the ancestor's back disappeared on its own after the poison was forced out, and the Ji family also disappeared for real. Unexpectedly, more than 20 years later, the handprint reappeared, and the mark was as clear as before, which shows how domineering the poisonous palm is.
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Everyone in the Ji family first held their breath, and then slowly and deeply took a deep breath, suppressing their hatred for the assailant in their hearts and not letting their emotions be exposed.
The palm print was light red at first, and soon the color deepened little by little, from very light red to deep red, to red, and finally to jet black, shiny.
When the color of the palm prints stabilized, Le Yun was very sad: "There are people who can practice the legendary Mian Mian Palm to a small degree, and they are also ruthless people."
"Isn't it an iron sand palm?" Ji Yele looked at the palm prints on his brother's back in surprise. The more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became. The palm prints were so red and purple that they looked like iron sand palms.
"No," Le Yun shook her head and pointed to the palm print on the old man's back: "Iron sand palm is poisonous and is also fire poison. The palm print should be red. Even if it is serious, the middle will turn black and the edge will still be red. This hand print
The color of the edge is dark purple with a little red. This kind of palm is the black-bone cotton palm from a long time ago. It is a cold poison palm. There will be no traces at the beginning of the palm. It will take at least three to five days to appear.
The poison had already entered the bones when the palm print appeared."
"I have heard about Huamian Palm. Huamian Palm appeared in the three southwestern provinces before the middle of the Zhu Ming Dynasty. Then it disappeared and never reappeared. Even the Guwu family thought it had been lost long ago. I heard that Huamian Palm is extremely difficult to practice.
Training with ten people often results in nine deaths and one disability." Ji Xingye was very calm. There is a record of the Mianzhang in the ancient martial arts family. It is not a secret skill, but a record of famous martial arts.
Everyone in the Ji family has also read the classics of the Ji family, so they naturally know about the "Hua Mian Palm". Because the Hua Mian Palm has disappeared for hundreds of years, no one thought that it would come up.
"The legend goes like this. To practice cotton palm, you have to soak your hands in poisonous water. It takes at least ten years to get started. You may be poisoned at any time before you master it. It is not an exaggeration to say that nine out of ten will die and one will be disabled. Generally speaking, practicing cotton palm
People who practice palming only use one hand, and the other hand is non-toxic. After practicing Huayian Palm, it will be dark purple with red infiltration, and when it is practiced to Dacheng, it will be jet black without a trace of red. With one palm, there will be only a light color.
A few shallow traces of finger bones are like the marks left by a skeletal hand without flesh and blood."
"The little girl is very knowledgeable, and her hunting skills are beyond the reach of my generation." The head of the Ji family said with emotion. Even they, as ancient cultivators and ancient martial arts families who have been passed down for thousands of years, only know certain skills by their names.
, but the little girl was able to talk about it eloquently, which shows how knowledgeable the master behind her is.
"There are many things that I have only heard of by name." Le Yun turned her gaze to the black bone palm print and touched her chin: "Senior, the poison from the Huamian Palm on your body is implanted in the bones. It is useless to just remove the poison from the flesh and blood.
You need to start from the source, remove the bones and scrape the poison, and replace a piece of bone. After the bone replacement, your activities will be limited for at least six months. Do you and your seniors in your hometown need to discuss when to have the surgery?"
"Must the bones be scraped and replaced?" Wei Mian and the family elders looked at each other and asked hesitantly, "Is there any other way?"
"No more now," Le Yun spread her hands: "Although the poison invades the bone within half a month after being hit by the palm, it will not be too serious. If you know that it is a cotton palm, you can prescribe the right medicine to draw out the poison. The poison and the bone are integrated.
If you can't draw it out, the elders' shoulder blades were fractured when the palm was hit, and the poison seeped into the interior from the gaps and lurked deep in the bones. These elders will have a difficult time every autumn and winter."
"Isn't it just scraping the bones? What's all the fuss about? In ancient times, Guan Yun was famous for scraping the bones to heal injuries. Why not imitate the ancients for once." Ji Xingye really wanted to teach the junior a lesson. If it wasn't just scraping the bones, what's there to worry about? Yes, there is a saying that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It is better to suffer once than to suffer once a year.
"Old ancestor, scraping the bones is nothing. The problem is to replace the bones. Where can I find a bone that is completely suitable for you in such a short time? When I find the matching bone shape, the little girl may not be free." Wei Mian spread his hands and changed the bones.
It's not as simple as cutting meat, you must first find the bone source. As for plastic bones, practitioners like the Ji family must not use them. The place where fake bones are replaced will become a dead zone, which poses huge hidden dangers.
"Bone, there are some ready-made in the wall of the Ji family's house. Cut off a section of elm branches and split the wood into bones. The bones may not be any worse than human bones when they are spliced together."
