After Lin Zichen finished speaking, Kong Wanchuan raised his head slightly and showed a proud smile.
Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are generous and kind-hearted, but this does not mean they are weak or afraid of getting into trouble. Lin Zichen's performance makes Kong Wanchuan extremely proud. This is my student, Kong Wanchuan. If you accept Lin Zichen, you will have no regrets in this life!
Hearing this, Yan Song glared angrily, clenched his fists tightly and even trembled a little: "Huh, there are no rules. Mr. Kong, in your home, can all disciples interrupt at will?"
Kong Wanchuan chuckled and said: "There are no master disciples in my family, only teachers and students. Please don't bring your charlatanism to me!"
"You..." Yan Song took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions and said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Kong, I have learned a lesson today, but since it has already happened, I think your disciple is really quite capable. Can you let my disciple learn a lesson?"
One or two?”
Yan Song obviously didn't want to suffer the loss of being dumb. On the surface, he came to Yanjing to celebrate Kong Wanchuan's birthday, but he actually had his own purpose. Not only has his purpose not been achieved, but he finally found the person who hurt Yan Jiayong. How could he just let it go?
After hearing what Yan Song said, Kong Wanchuan also understood that if he didn't give an explanation today, it seemed like he wouldn't leave.
"Haha, Elder Yan, you in Jingyue Hall belong to Jianghu, and Kong is an academic. If you want to learn from him, please find a suitable opponent!" Kong Wanchuan said.
Lin Zichen had just entered his school. Although he was said to be extremely talented, Kong Wanchuan was also afraid of what Yan Song would do. If Lin Zichen suffered a loss, he, as a teacher, would inevitably be negligent in his duties.
"Oh? Haha, I can't believe that even the great masters of traditional Chinese medicine are sometimes afraid." Yan Song put his hands behind his back and walked up, "Mr. Kong, if this is the case, I'm afraid this matter will spread in the world soon. You
Although you are not a member of the martial arts world, your reputation...hehe, I am really worried about you."
"Reputation? Humph, when did I, Kong Wanchuan, get my reputation from a competition? I have always relied on being sincere to patients and taking saving lives and healing the wounded as my own duty. You don't want the reputation you mentioned!" Kong Wanchuan said coldly.
However, Lin Zichen said: "This...do you want to learn something? Haha, I'm somewhat interested, let's talk about it."
Kong Wanchuan was stunned, thinking that Zichen was still young and vigorous, and if it was better than the general theory of Chinese medicine, but Yan Song had been traveling for many years, and coupled with the profound knowledge of Chinese medicine, what should he do if he came up with an unfair competition?
Yan Song said: "Oh? Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. I like it. It's very simple. Our Jingyue Hall is famous for dispensing medicines. I will choose a disciple to compete with you, just for dispensing medicines."
"No, what you have been practicing in Jingyuetang all year round is dispensing medicine. Zichen has just joined my sect, this competition is unfair!" Kong Wanchuan said.
Yan Song shook his head and smiled: "Mr. Kong is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He is expert in all aspects of traditional Chinese medicine. I believe your disciples are also involved in all aspects. What? Don't you dare?"
"Haha, it's not that I don't dare, it's just..." Lin Zichen shrugged, with a relaxed look on his face, "Your disciple is not worthy of competing with me, so come on!"
As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Lin Zichen with wide eyes. Not only Yan Song, Yan Jiayong and his subordinates, but even Kong Wanchuan was a little surprised.
What? Comparing with Yan Song? Although Zichen has some abilities, he is too confident. You must know that Yan Song can bear the title of King of Medicine. He has excellent talent and many years of proficiency in dispensing medicine. I am afraid that in China
There are few people who can compare with him.
Yan Song looked at Lin Zichen coldly, "Boy, you are too arrogant. Compete with me? Hum, I can make you compete to death!"
What Yan Song thought was not wrong. The world of martial arts is completely different from that of academia. Whether it is a sect or a medical school, challenges or kick-outs can happen at any time. Being able to make a name for yourself in the world of martial arts is almost impossible.
He climbed up by stepping on one person after another, even those who died in the competition.
"Haha, since you are so confident, I will help you, boy, let's compete in poison!"
"What? Yan Song, this is my home, Kong Wanchuan. This kind of competition is not allowed. You are not welcome here. You can leave!" Kong Wanchuan said.
Yan Song nodded: "Haha, if Mr. Kong issued an order to expel guests, I, Yan Song, would not stay shamelessly, but... Lin Zichen, if you don't dare to compare, just cut off one of your fingers, and you can repay me.
It’s my family’s account!”
Wu Shuang'er pulled Lin Zichen's sleeve. Lin Zichen turned around and saw that pretty little face and shook his head. He knew that Shuang'er didn't want him to take risks, but he, Lin Zichen, didn't know a word about fear.
How to write.
He patted Wu Shuang'er's hand and said: "Yan Song, I think you and your son are really similar. They both look brainless. When did I, Lin Zichen, say I don't dare anymore? To compare poison to poison,
How do you compare?"
"Haha, you really have some courage. It's very simple. You can choose any materials. Within two hours, each of us will prepare a medicinal material and give it to the other party. If we can, we will detoxify the other party. If we lose, haha, we will die!"
Yan Song showed a sinister smile. If you hurt my son, Yan Song, I will make your death extremely painful!
Hearing this, Kong Wanchuan was shocked. Although he had long heard that competitions in the world of traditional Chinese medicine sometimes involve life and death as a bet, he had never seen it with his own eyes. What he heard today made his hair stand on end.
"Zi Chen, no," Kong Wanchuan shook his head, "the teacher doesn't allow you to agree."
Lin Zichen smiled: "Teacher, if I don't accept this competition today, the Yan family and his son will definitely come to me again in the future. Why not solve it once and for all to avoid trouble in the future!"
Later, Yan Song and Lin Zichen agreed to start dispensing medicine in the courtyard of the villa. They stood on each side, and the official medicine fight began.
Lin Zichen and Kong Wanchuan discussed it for a while, but there seemed to be no good results. Kong Wanchuan knew a lot of poisons, but he studied more about detoxification, but he didn't know much about preparing poisons.
In contrast, Yan Song has everything he needs. Over the years, he has been studying poison preparation while preparing medicine. He has learned almost a hundred methods of preparing various poisons, and he carries many medicinal materials with him, so he can start preparing them right away.
At this time, hearing the movement in the yard, Huo Qing immediately ended his practice and rushed down. However, when he arrived in the yard, he was a little dumbfounded when he saw the scene, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Master, what's going on?
Why are you setting up an arena?"
Wu Shuang'er told the whole story, and Huo Qing said angrily: "Master, why are you so careless? Why do you compare with him? I'll just kill him."
Lin Zichen raised his head and glanced at him: "The world of Chinese medicine naturally has its own rules. There are competitions between medicines, needles and doctors. What do you know? Don't make trouble!"
"But... this is poison. What if that old bastard uses some indestructible poison and it's going to be over?" Huo Qing said worriedly.
"Then you go, Yan Song's strength has entered the Nayuan realm, if you are not afraid of death, go ahead!" Lin Zichen said impatiently.
"Well……"
After asking Kong Wanchuan to no avail, Lin Zichen began to recall on his own. Daoxuan Tianzun naturally had some knowledge about poisons in his thousands of years of memory. Soon, he chose a poison called Baihua Tian Poison Gu.
Daoxuan Tianzun once personally experienced this kind of poison. He started to react an hour after being poisoned. His whole body became hot and he developed a red rash, which was unbearably itchy. However, as long as he scratched his skin, it would ulcerate and expose his flesh and blood.
The method of detoxifying Baihuatian poisonous poison is actually very simple, that is, wine, but the usage is very particular. You must drink high-strength white wine within ten minutes of being infected with the poison. The alcohol can drive away the poison before you can be cured. However, if you miss the time
, it’s hard for gods to save you.
Daoxuan Tianzun didn't know the solution at first, but when his strength broke through, he was completely reborn and reshaped his flesh and blood, and he escaped from the disaster. Afterwards, he himself said that this time he had escaped from hell.
Lin Zichen said: "Teacher, I need a few materials, green lady bug, wolfsbane, a sprig of wormwood on the snow, and flowers and grass, do you have any?"
Kong Wanchuan thought for a while and said: "These are all poisonous medicinal materials. I don't have many here, but I do have some. It's just the potpourri..."
As he said that, Kong Wanchuan showed a troubled expression. The other ingredients were fine, but this flowerweed... let alone medicine, he had never even heard of it.
"Haha, that's enough, Huo Qing, follow the teacher to get the medicine!" Lin Zichen said with a smile. For him, it is enough to have other medicinal materials, because he has already obtained the Baihuacao from the mountain stream of Biyin Mountain.
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"Yes, Master," Huo Qing turned around and said seriously, "Master, let's go get it."
Watching Kong Wanchuan and Huo Qing leave, Yan Jiayong sneered: "Dad, we must kill him this time. Humph, he won't be able to compete with you in dispensing medicine!"
Yan Song smiled: "That's natural. Since my father entered Jingyue Hall, he has been taught by the hall master to prepare poisons. I have practiced more poison preparations in this life than ordinary Chinese medicine. If he doesn't die, where will my face be!"
Yan Jiayong nodded: "This time he is seeking his own death. Dad, don't let him die too happily or torture him to death!"
"Hmph, that's natural. If you dare to hurt my Yan Song's son, I will make him suffer all kinds of torture. This Guimen Powder is a formula made by the hall master himself. Keep it so that he can endure the pain that no human being can bear!"
Having said that, Yan Song began to concentrate on the preparation. There were more than ten kinds of materials in front of him, and he knew the characteristics of each one by heart. The preparation, order, dosage, and preparation strength were all very important. If there was a slight deviation, the medicinal properties would be in the world.
Therefore, there must be no distraction during the configuration process.
On the other side, Huo Qing also took the materials Lin Zichen asked for. There were only four kinds of flowers and herbs in total. When they were placed in front of him, they couldn't compare with Yan Song in terms of formation.
Looking at the medicinal materials in front of Lin Zichen, Yan Jiayong smiled contemptuously: "Haha, just these kinds? Compared with my dad, it's just child's play, but it's entry level!"
Huo Qing on the side heard this and felt bad. There are so many materials, why does Master only have four? He lost to them just from the beginning.
"Master, how come my master only prepares such a small amount of medicine? Look over there, they are almost setting up a stall. Why don't we get some to boost our momentum?" Huo Qing said.
Kong Wanchuan looked at the several medicinal materials in front of Lin Zichen, shook his head slowly, and said: "Sometimes the fewer types of medicinal materials, the more difficult it is."