Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 1: An Old Chinese Doctor Protects His Grandson (Too many foreshadowings, please comment after finishing this book)

The killer was dressed in hard attire, with a bamboo hat on his head, holding his long knife at an angle, and walked towards Yi Busi step by step.

The doctor didn't want to cover the wound with his hands, and retreated tremblingly, his gray hair made him feel desolate and helpless at the moment.

The doctor said weakly: "Who are you? Does the old man have any grudges against you? I cured you, but why did you come to kill me?"

Bloodstains slid down the blade, gathering on the sharp edge before dripping.The light of the knife is like snow, and the cold iron is like ice.It shows that a knife is a good knife, and a good knife kills well.

The killer laughed and said: "My name is Liu Sanke. You don't even know if I tell you. I disemboweled and murdered the magic doctor. I have killed countless people. How do you know me?" He said with a sneer.

Yi Busi smiled sadly and said: "That's just an operation to cure the disease and save people, not a sorcery to kill people. I have been upright and open-minded throughout my life, and I have killed people, but I deserve it. Since they didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, how can they say 'as many as a cow's hair'?"

Liu Sanke sneered: "Isn't 180,000 much?"

The doctor thinks a little bit without thinking, and is speechless when he wants to argue.

At this moment, on the other side of the island, at the other end of the bridge, a young man's clear and clear singing sounded, cheerful and frivolous, very pleasant to hear.

The lyrics are mature and prudent, showing all kinds of situations in the world. The song goes: The world laughs, the grievances are over, the world laughs, the smile is lonely, the heart is too high to reach...

The young man shouted from a distance: "Immortal! I'm back, let's see what medicine I got today?"

Doctor Bushi shouted urgently: "Little bastard! Run away! It's dangerous here."

The more open-minded people tend to be the more affectionate and righteous, how can they be obedient?Shaking off the back basket, he picked up the hatchet and ran towards Yi Bu Si without fleeing.Concerned and shouted: "Grandpa! I'm here to save you, who dares to touch my grandpa?"

Liu Sanke looked at the murderous young man rushing towards him, dismissed the doctor and said: "Do you know how it feels when your relatives die in front of you? You said that if you kill your grandson in front of you, will it be wonderful?" ? Are you venting your anger?"

The young man jumped up and down, raising his knife and slashing at him.

Liu Sanke said: "Second-rate martial arts, you don't know what you can do." Raising his hand and slashing his sword, he wanted to cut the young man into pieces.

Yi Busi flew out the knife in his palm, and tried his best to kill regardless of his own injuries.

The young man is weak, the old man is weak, and the two fight back desperately. It seems that they are very powerful, but the killer is still standing still, and the block is easily and effortlessly.

The grandparents and grandsons tried their best, but it was not enough to overturn the defeat.

The young man saw the right time, and rushed out with a blow of "swinging legs", but was easily caught by Liu Sanke in the bamboo hat, and the young man couldn't move.Liu Sanke's feet were restrained, and a little slack appeared, which gave the grandfather and grandson a slight advantage.

Yi Busi stabbed him in the back, but Liu Sanke parried away with his backhand.

The young man raised the knife and cut off his head.

Liu Sanke retreated extremely quickly, barely dodging.

The bamboo hat fell off, revealing a hideous and terrifying face with scars on it.

Liu Sanke flew up and kicked the boy, the boy spat blood, flew out backwards, hit the table and chair with his head, messed up and fell unconscious.

Yi Busi yelled anxiously: "Yang Fan! Fan Er!" Picking up the boy, testing his breath with one hand, and pressing heavily on the back of his neck with the other.

The doctor didn't think about it, and the old man burst into tears, grieved endlessly, and shouted for Fan'er.

Liu Sanke walked behind Yi Busi without saying a word, gesticulating with a long knife as if looking for a position to strike, but in fact he was waiting for the old man to resist desperately, so that he could get the pleasure of playing cat and mouse.

The doctor didn't want to see death as home, and he didn't care about the danger behind him. Liu Sanke slowly stabbed the old man from behind until he strangled the grandfather and grandson together.

After checking the noses of the two people, it was confirmed that there was no survivors, so they left with a breeze in their sleeves.

Outside the window, the fragrance of bamboo is wafting, and the shadows of bamboo are whirling.

Yang Fan's face on the bamboo bed was pale, and his slender eyelashes seemed to be unopened, opening and closing again.

There is a beauty mole on Junxiu's face, which makes him look more attractive and adds a touch of playfulness to Junqiao.

Perhaps because of excessive bleeding and dry mouth, Hu Qing's small mouth moved lightly, like a newborn baby waiting to be fed, which was very pleasing.

The girl in plain clothes supported her back with her hands, and held water to her lips.

Yang Fan's Adam's apple twitched, his face softened a little, but he still couldn't sleep.

The girl changed the blood-removing cloth and left straight away.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly woke up.

The bamboo house is still the same bamboo house, but it seems to be a little different.

Close your eyes, your mind goes blank.

With a flash of inspiration, countless pictures kept flashing in my mind.

TV, computer, airplane, rocket, hospital, scalpel... snowy night, ancient clothes, sword, bamboo house, medical books, pulsatilla... The completely different elements are intertwined, and the completely different memories are fused together, making the boy frown and frown Eyes, dull pain.

who I am?where am I?Suddenly like a dream.

Yang Fan opened his eyes again, he was clearly familiar with the scenery, but he couldn't remember where it was.Suddenly.

The attic is vaguely visible, and the knife marks are chaotically crossed.

A hemp rope was tied to the beam, hanging alone. In my memory, there should be a bamboo basket hanging here. There is always food in the basket, and the most important thing is eggs.

A kind old man suddenly appeared in front of him, took out two eggs from the hanging basket, and said to himself with a smile, "Fan'er! How about grandpa frying poached eggs for you today?"

In the blink of an eye, only the broken rope remained in the hanging basket, but the old man disappeared.

Just who is that old man?Who is Fan'er in the old man's mouth?
The boy turned his neck slightly, and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

Dilapidated bookshelves, Tunza's medical books.

The old man appeared again, he looked at himself with a radiant face, nodded with a smile, sitting in front of the desk without letting go of the book, the way the old man caressed himself was so loving.

The young man remembered that this place was Wanzhu Island in Qingzhou, and the bamboo pavilion here was his home.

His name is Yang Fan.

And that old man is called Yi Busi, a miracle doctor who was eccentric in his youth and withdrawn in old age.

They are two grandparents, one surnamed Yi and one surnamed Yang.

It was a windy and snowy evening, and the shivering Yang Fan was picked up by an old man to protect him in his arms. Since then, the wind has not been so strong, and the snow has not been so cold.From then on, the old man treated him as his own son, and Fan'er treated him as a close relative.

Once Yang Fan asked his grandfather: "Grandpa! Why don't you let me take your surname? Do you not like me?"

He was both happy and caught off guard at the child's precocious maturity, he stroked Yang Fan's head affectionately, and said, "Then you and I will be named Doctor from now on, and you will be called Bufan."

Yang Fan said in a milky voice, "The doctor is extraordinary? Do you want me to be an extraordinary person?"

Yi Busi laughed loudly: "That's right, it's just that I want you to be an ordinary person and do extraordinary things."

Yang Fan: "Ordinary people, extraordinary things?"

The doctor didn't think or explain, and continued: "However, you have to promise me that you can't use the name Yi Bufan before your strength reaches the realm of a peerless powerhouse?"

Yang Fan shouted in shock: "All the people in the world who can reach that level are the proud sons of heaven, how could I..." Before he finished speaking, Yi Busi slapped Yang Fan on the back of the head: "If you deny yourself, what are you doing?" Let others affirm you?"

Yang Fan pouted in frustration: "If you don't like me and your surname, just tell me why you set your goal at the end."

The old man sighed, and said leisurely: "I asked you to be called Yang Fan, but I just hope you can live an extraordinary life. Surnamed doctor...is a dangerous thing"

Yang Fan was cute in a daze, recalling the past.

"Are you awake?" A crisp voice came in with the sound of the curtain being lifted, interrupting Yang Fan's memory.

The woman's clothes are simple, but she can't hide her beauty.Yurong has red lips, willow eyebrows and peach eyes, so handsome.

Yang Fan said weakly: "Thank you!"

If you saved me, thank you for saving my life; if you didn't save me, thank you for your care.

"It's nothing to do with a little effort." The woman said lightly.

You say you don't care about it, but I have to worry about it.

Yang Fan: "I don't know the girl's name?"

"Qinglian."

Severe coughing and weakness forced Yang Fan to close his eyes.

A hand rested lightly on Yang Fan's, delicate and smooth.

I don't know if it was because of coughing or shyness, but Yang Fan's face was slightly red.

Yang Fan frowned and said weakly: "Thank you for your kindness of life today, Miss, and I will repay you in the future."

Yang Fan opened his eyes, and a smiling male face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Yang Fan thought: I'll go...why come in so silently?

Looking closely at the man, he really has good facial features, starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, a graceful body, a slender forehead, and a personable demeanor.

Then look at the hand that he held... The man's hand is as white as jade, slender and flawless, how handsome is it?
The man had a serious expression, leaned over and rolled Yang Fan's eyelids. Yang Fan had no choice but to let him manipulate him. The man said solemnly and deeply: "It's nothing serious, just rest for a few days."

Yang Fan and the woman named Qinglian coughed dryly at the same time.

Yang Fan whispered softly: "Thank you!"

"My lord!" Qing Lian whispered softly, "Are you sure you know medical skills?"

Yang Fanxin said: "The deep feelings are pretending to be deep."

The man was not embarrassed, and smiled slightly: "My surname is Zhu and my name is Qingshan, this is Qinglian."

Yang Fan replied weakly: "Yang Fan."

Zhu Qingshan didn't listen carefully, and asked again: "Can you be more detailed."

"Yang Fan! Seventeen years old, unmarried and single."

Zhu Qingshan: ...

Qinglian couldn't help but sneer, turned her head and covered her mouth and laughed.

Zhu Qingshan thought to himself: Could it be that he saved a fool?Or did you say that your brain was broken?
Zhu Qingshan still patiently said: "Young Master Yang! It's like this. We passed by here the day before yesterday and smelled a strong smell of blood, so we followed the breath all the way and saw you lying in a pool of blood with an old man. The old man I hugged you in my arms and pressed you down, your back was bloody and bloody. Although you were also bruised, luckily the old man blocked your vitals. At that time, it took a lot of effort to pull you out from under the old man. You really are... ...Grandpa and grandson love each other deeply, and it is difficult to part with each other. I don't know..."

Yang Fan's eyes were blurred, and he called lightly, "Grandpa!"

Zhu Qingshan asked, "Then I wonder if Mr. Yang can tell me what happened?"

Yang Fan was weak and closed his eyes, and said two words weakly: "I'm so hungry!"

After a while, Qinglian came to eat, simple and unpretentious, one porridge and one dish.

Chronic hunger requires nutrients, prolonged illness requires movement.

Yang Fan drank the jujube porridge and closed his eyes contentedly.

Zhu Qingshan sat on the edge of the bed, showing concern in his mouth, "Don't be sad, the dead are dead, and the living are excited."

Yang Fan hummed twice.

Yang Fan wanted to ask, is it out of grief or indignation, or hard work?Just too tired to speak.

Zhu Qingshan: "You take care of yourself, so that you can recover as soon as possible. Tell me about the situation then, I believe the Yamen will definitely arrest the murderer and bring justice to you, and the court will definitely uphold justice for you."

A slight grunt came from Yang Fan's mouth.

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian looked at each other, feeling a little confused.

Zhu Qingshan said: "Help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. You go and ask someone to buy a coffin!"

Qinglian nodded and stepped back, the whistle sounded, and there seemed to be flickering footsteps.

A goshawk came from the south and bowed down with a long cry.

Hearing soft footsteps, Zhu Qingshan asked without turning his head: "How?"

Qinglian said: "Inns from all over the country collect information and report that 120 people have died of accidents, poisoning, assassination, or vendetta, all kinds of things, and so on."

Zhu Qingshan sighed, and said leisurely: "Good things take time to get a clue, and there will be waves after the unrest."

Zhu Qingshan looked at the sleeping boy and slowly shook his head.

The hinterland of Qingzhou is naturally the hinterland Qingqing.It is connected to the demoted state in the north, and it must pass through the army; it is connected to Chuanzhou in the west, and it is adjacent to Kyoto, and it is accessible by land and water. "Tianfu Kyoto, Qingzhou outside the world" refers to the unique advantages of Qingzhou.

Pleasant scenery and beautiful mountains and rivers are not boasting, but facts.

But in the face of such a beautiful river and mountain, and the beautiful sky, Zhu Qingshan was full of sadness.

The case of Huajiajun's conspiracy to demote the state seems to have convincing evidence, but it is actually full of doubts.The reason for this private visit on Weibo is to search for clues and restore the truth. I never thought that doctors were killed for no reason.

After finally saving a surviving medical child, it is natural to stay for a while to check it out.

"My lord! Look!" Qinglian's voice revealed surprise.

Following Qinglian's fingers, Zhu Qingshan saw a strange calligraphy hanging on the wall.

Neither words nor paintings, neither poetry nor words.

It's a strange symbol, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian wouldn't be able to understand it if they didn't see the annotation below.

Multiplication formulas:

One gets one.

One two is two, two two is four.

One three makes three, two three makes six, three three makes nine.

……

...Nine nine 81.

Zhu Qingshan thought while reading, and then simply took out a pen and paper to check the calculations.

Qinglian looked at Zhu Qingshan whose expression was changing, and asked with concern: "My lord! Why are you frowning?"

"Nothing! Let's take a stroll around."

Qinglian asked curiously: "My lord! What is the meaning on that copybook that you value so much?"

Zhu Qingshan's tone was respectful, "This is arithmetic, it's a good knowledge."

(★★★★★ Tell me why I don't like other people's comments in the book:
★I think that if you haven't finished reading a book, you should not evaluate it hastily.

★This book pays tribute to too many legendary figures, such as Kong, Yuan, Zhong, Cao... For example, my friend's late grandfather of the Volunteer Army.In life, even if we are a successful person, we should not be negligent. In fact, everyone around us is his own protagonist.The same is true for novels. While the protagonist grows, the people in the novel world should also grow.

★I have read several Jindian novels here, but I can't read any more. It's not that the writers are not good, but that there are too many comments.

After looking at it, I found that the comments above were more interesting than those written by the author, so I scrolled down, well, people are still fighting.

Seriously, I don't like commenting on paragraphs in books.

It's a bit like being swiped while watching a TV series, or mosaiced when watching a literary film.makes me feel uncomfortable.

★The biggest disadvantage of comments is that they can affect the writer's mood and writing rhythm.

★The point is, let me see the comments, and I always want to reply to them.

If you really want to comment, please leave a comment after the chapter, preferably after reading the entire book. )
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