Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 100
Yang Fan scratched his head embarrassingly, and said in embarrassment: "I'm hungry again!"

Cheng Qing smiled like a flower, "You idiot, if you are hungry, you can catch crabs by yourself. Do you want me to come?"

Yang Fan wondered: "Why am I willing to let you do it, I just let you know in advance that I want to eat crabs today, but you can't eat them."

Cheng Qing wondered, "Why?"

Yang Fan said seriously: "Crabs are cold in nature and have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Pregnant women eat them easily to bleed, and if they are not careful, they may cause miscarriage."

Cheng Qing took Yang Fan's arm and said with a smile, "Then I just don't eat."

Yang Fan smiled brightly, took off his shoes and rolled up his trousers, and while he was busy, he said with a smile: "I'll catch a crucian carp for you to nourish your body."

The beautiful environment is probably rich in products. After a while of busy work, it didn't take long to pick up a lot of crabs.

Seeing that the river was clear and the fish were swimming freely, shaking their heads and tails, they took off their clothes and took off their belts to dive to catch fish.

Cheng Qing bowed his hands into a small trumpet, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, he yelled, "Come here, look at this handsome naked man."

Qi Fan and Tong Tong came over after hearing the news, laughing and laughing.

Yang Fan twisted his waist and swayed his hips, walked towards the river in a pretentious manner, suddenly turned his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt to be looked at, it's embarrassing for anyone who is ugly." After saying that, he jumped into the river with a "plop".

He has a healthy body and a vigorous posture.

This beauty is the visual sense brought by the face, but "healthy" is an attitude that is not afraid of prying eyes.

Qi Fan looked at the crabs tied together by straw ropes, then at Yang Fan who was thumping in the water, and said to Tong Tong: "Let's go pick up firewood, today is a lucky day."

Tong Tong blushed, reluctantly looked away, and followed Qi Fan to get busy.

The fish were thrown ashore by Yang Fan, and laughter came from Cheng Qing's mouth.

Qi Fan lit the bonfire, Yang Fan changed into dry clothes from the carriage, and he hung the embarrassing shorts on the back of the carriage. Everything seemed to be what life should be—serious and boring.

The self-driving tour in the rivers and lakes is Yang Fan's monotonous life, and his life is a tour with a different scenery every day.

Tong Tong asked with a blushing face, "I want to help you, but brother Qi Fan said that you can do it yourself, and that you will be angry if I help rashly, is it true?"

Yang Fan smiled and said: "It's not that you're angry, it's just that some things are meaningful when you do them yourself. The ingredients are rare, and you can live up to the delicious food by cooking it yourself for your wife."

Tong Tong was dumbfounded, and asked: "There are no tools in the wilderness, how can I make it delicious?"

Yang Fan smiled lightly, squatted down and pulled out a large grid from under the carriage, where all the pots and pans were gathered together; and pulled out a small grid, where oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were placed neatly.

Tong Tong opened his mouth wide in surprise, looked at the poor horses in front of the carriage, and thought to himself: "No wonder you need two horses, and one of them can't be exhausted? How many people are they pulling? They obviously pulled a family."

Yang Fan was busy working alone, serious and focused.

Cheng Qing stared at Yang Fan intently, smiled foolishly, and murmured: "A serious man is so handsome."

Tong Tong also rested his chin and added, "He's different."

Cheng Qing: "What?"

Tong Tong: "He is handsome whether he is serious or not."

Cheng Qing nodded involuntarily.

Qi Fan said: "The key is, if you get to know him a little longer, you will find that he is very serious in everything he does."

If you think about it carefully, it really is.

Yang Fan practiced kung fu diligently and conscientiously.

Yang Fan fought and thought carefully.

Yang Fan patched his clothes with a good look.

Yang Fan cooks with all tastes.

Even when his wife is pregnant, he can take care of every aspect of everything.

Such a man... is hard to find even with a lantern.

Cheng Qing looked at Tong Tong and Yang Fan with pride and sourness, helplessness and contradiction.

The iron pot is elevated and boiled slowly.

Yang Fan turned his head and said to everyone: "Look carefully, don't let the fire get smaller or bigger. I'll go for a walk on the mountain, pick some wild vegetables and spices, and see if there are any good medicinal materials, so as to nourish Qingqing's body."

Cheng Qing nodded, she knew that Yang Fan would not agree with her climbing the mountain, if she raised this opinion, not only would she not get the opportunity to climb the mountain with Yang Fan, but she would be lectured by Yang Fan.

Tong Tong suggested, "Shall I go with you?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, "If you want to keep up with me, you have to practice martial arts more frequently, otherwise you won't be able to help us, and you will hinder me. If there is anything you don't understand, please ask Qi Fan and Qingqing, or come and ask me .”

Tong Tong let out an "oh" and asked, "Then how should we start?"

Yang Fan: "When you can do [-] push-ups in one breath and squat for an hour, then your foundation will be considered qualified." After speaking, Yang Fan turned and left.

In this martial arts world, these requirements are not harsh.

"There are many beggars, Shaolin Guang, Gods of heaven and earth cannot be credited; Shuangxiu sword, Leimen fire, Tangmen in the Western Regions love each other; Five poisons, Shennong tripod, Asura Martial God is in Muchen." Yang Fan hummed the wild song sung by Feng Qingyang. Tune, turn left and right and run towards the dwarf hill.

Cheng Qing smiled and said: "It's really amazing, I will remember it after listening to it once, my husband is really a genius."

Qi Fan: "I suspect that you are not boasting, but showing off."

Cheng Qing asked curiously, "Why did you say he turned left and right?"

Qi Fan was not sure: "Maybe he is practicing some kind of martial arts!"

Needless to say, after seeing Feng Qingyang's "Water Drifting" and thinking of "Lingbo Microsteps", Yang Fan no longer confines himself to thinking, but seriously researches and explores, which also caused Yang Fan to think about it at this time. Weird way of running.

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After overturning two mountains and installing a bamboo basket, the harvest was very rich. Needless to say, mushrooms and wild vegetables, Yang Fan also picked white peony, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Paeoniae Alba has the effect of anti-fetus and invigorating qi, which is just suitable for Cheng Qing's tonic.

It is said that medicine is three-point poisonous, which is true, but if Chinese medicine is regarded as jackals, tigers and leopards, it is really a manifestation of ignorance.It seems that the world has overlooked a problem. There is another technique in this world, which can graft Chinese medicine and human body together, which can maximize the efficacy of medicinal materials and reduce the harm of toxicity, and that is diet therapy.

Yang Fan smiled and walked forward with his head down.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw a lobelia.

Yang Fan naturally knew the medicinal effect of this lobelia, but his eyes were not shining because of the medicine.Because he knew that if he crushed lobelia and spread it around the car, it would have the effect of repelling mosquitoes, and it would make his pregnant wife have a good dream. How could it not make people happy?

Yang Fan couldn't help being startled by the tinkling sound, fearing that it was Cheng Qing and the others who were attacked.

He listened with his ears up, but luckily it was in another direction. After confirming the direction, Yang Fan searched for it.

Lowering his body and throwing himself into the bushes, Yang Fan looked carefully and saw three masked men besieging a woman not far away.

Among the three masked men, there is a first-class mid-term in the middle, and two first-class early-stages on the left and right.

And that child is muscular, well-dressed, and of first-class mid-term strength, taking advantage of the trees in the forest to deal with the masked man hard.

Yang Fan jumped out and said loudly: "Let go of that girl! Let me do it." Lu Jianbuping roared, and stepped aside if he was not good at martial arts; Yang Fan thought he could do it, so he came out to make a difference.

This was originally a joking deterrent, intended to drive away soldiers without fighting.

The leading masked man winked, and the other masked man stabbed at Yang Fan with a sword.

Yang Fan avoided a sword and said: "Brother! If you don't bring such a thing, you should say a line before you do it. Then there are some tricks who don't want to talk, and you don't want to find a chance to be in the top position? Those who don't want to say lines are not good actors, don't want to A soldier who is a general is not a good soldier."

The black clothes said: "Scratch!" He missed the stab, and changed the thrust to chop.

Yang Fan said: "It's wrong for you to do this. A few elders bullied a girl, and even hurt innocent people. They are ignorant of human life. You are a murderous move, obviously intending to kill me." While speaking, he stepped back. Shen was tripped by a tree branch, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards. A long sword was not allowed to stab. Yang Fan took advantage of the momentum of wrestling and rolled backwards twice. A beautiful move of "get out" helped Yang Fan avoid the danger in the nick of time .

The beauty of getting out of the way is also the tumbling of life.

Why do you fall in such a realm?
Yang Fan would definitely explain it this way: "I ran two mountains in a short period of time while practicing 'Lingbo Weibu', and I was already in a state of hunger. Can your feet not be soft? Whether you are soft or not, I don't have much strength anyway. And I just wanted to scare away the bad guys, but I didn't expect to be murdered to silence them."

Although the woman's sword skills were sharp, she couldn't stand the long-term physical exertion. Although the sword was fierce, she just wanted to take the opportunity to turn the situation around and look for a chance of life.

But I don't think that the little boy with a bamboo basket on his back and an unstable foot will be her lifeline.

The man in black who was chasing Yang Fan saw that the weak Yao Nong couldn't be killed even after a few strikes, he also became angry, jumped up fiercely, and slashed at Yang Fan's head.

"Let me tell you, I'm actually a master. You're like a sword. Be careful that I'll kick you to death." It was so embarrassing. No one answered his words from the beginning to the end.

The only thing people say back is two words: scratchy.There is only one purpose for people's identification: to kill you.

Seeing that Yang Fan was about to be cut, Yang Fan quickly kicked out to block the frontal saber.

The masked man in black naturally snorted and kicked the weapon with his foot, either looking for death or not wanting to live.

The man in black increased his strength, trying to close his power with a single blow.

The tattoo on his wrist was faintly visible, Yang Fan's eyes turned cold, and his murderous intent flourished.

With a sound of "ding", the expected scene of cutting off the leg with a knife did not appear, the person was intact, the foot was unharmed, and the sword burst out of the gap instead.

Only then did the masked man in black notice that the shoes were iron shoes, pure.

How could Yang Fan give him another chance to awaken, and immediately kicked the black-clothed masked man's wrist, his hand broke and the sword flew, without any suspense.

A carp stood upright, Yang Fan quickly rushed to the enemy, bumped his knees against a stick, and stroked to feed the birds.

While leaning on his knees, he muttered: "I made you get tattoos, I made you not be a good person, and I made you kill me."

The masked man in black yelled "incessantly, desolately and melodiously", the painful one was "bending his knees and throwing himself to the ground", and finally "rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth".

(End of this chapter)