Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 8 The world is round and it will turn

Hangover sleep soundly, the next day in a blink of an eye.

The inner and outer coffins are displayed in the left wing room, and the cool breeze is cool and solemn.Under the curtain, the mourning cloth swayed, and white wax and green smoke curled up from the incense table.Melon and fruit sacrifices are placed under the card; roasted chicken flake wine is a tribute to the ancestors.

The new incense is not short, presumably someone just sacrificed it.

At that time, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian were sleeping soundly, presumably it was alcohol to help them sleep, and there was no tendency to wake up early.

Yang Fan had already been exercising for an hour wearing iron shoes "Wu Mi", and after sweating profusely, his thighs were sore.

The iron shoes "Wumi" are 5% higher on the inside. Although they are as ordinary as cloth shoes, they actually have a mystery inside.

"Wumi" was carefully crafted by my grandfather and Yang Fan according to the records in ancient books. The shoes weigh 75 catties and the size is 41. The cold iron is mixed with mithril. It will change color when exposed to poison, and it will return to normal after being exposed to the sun.The name was chosen by Yang Fan himself, which means: There is no place to find it when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

When Grandpa heard this, he slapped him on the back of the head, and said: If you break through the iron shoes, you can't find it. It's all about flying kung fu.

Yang Fan practiced martial arts for three days fishing, two days drying nets;Wumi was naturally abandoned under the bed by him, and the dust had long been covered.

He is eager to learn by nature, but he is afraid of pain, suffering, and tiredness, and he is not enthusiastic about martial arts. If his grandfather did not discipline him well, his kung fu would be even more unsightly.

After this catastrophe, Yang Fan suddenly grew up.

On the third day when my grandfather went west with the crane, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found "Wumi". The shoes he never wore were never taken off or changed again.

Yang Fan held up a goshawk and said to himself: "Why are there goshawks flying around the island every day these days? There used to be, but there weren't so many of them, and they weren't so stupid. They were always on their heads. It’s spinning around. That’s fine too, for Da Ya Ji, this eagle meat is really delicious.”

Yang Fan doesn't know etiquette, whether it's a happy event or a funeral, he doesn't care about it, and he has no one to teach him.Therefore, on the incense table in the mourning hall, Yang Fan gets up a stick of incense every day, one stick of incense before meals, and one stick of incense before going to bed.

If it wasn't for Zhu Qingshan's saying that people have the first seven days, it would be best to bury them after seven days, Yang Fan would have buried the coffin under the willow tree long ago.But when Yang Fan asked the two about the details of the funeral, no matter whether it was the dignified Zhu Qingshan or the graceful Qinglian, they both faltered and couldn't tell the reason.When Zhu Qingshan asked why he didn't invite monks to recite scriptures and Taoist priests to practice, Yang Fan just shook his head lightly and said: Grandpa doesn't like it.

In line with the principle of "Respect is filial piety, and thoughts are love", everything is kept simple and simple.

Seeing Yang Fan busily busy in the kitchen, Qinglian couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

After a few days of getting along, Zhu Qingshan's affection for Yang Fan increased day by day, and he felt like he hated being late for acquaintance.As for Qinglian, under the offensive of delicious food, how could she not like Yang Fan?

Zhu Qingshan asked curiously: "Why haven't you written any letters these days?"

Naturally, Qinglian didn't know, and said, "Maybe it's because there's nothing serious these days."

Zhu Qingshan: "This is the best."

Qinglian said: "In the past few days, the secret guards reported that Yang Fan would suddenly play hide-and-seek with children and find them out one by one."

Zhu Qingshan's Yinwei is good at hiding and assassinating, and his average strength is first-class mid-term realm.

Zhu Qingshan: "Oh? Were they careless, or did Yang Fan notice it?"

Qinglian: "Everyone said that Yang Fan often looked at the direction where they hid, so I don't think the hidden guards were careless, but Yang Fan noticed it himself."

Zhu Qingshan was amazed.

Zhu Qingshan has observed Yang Fan's martial arts before, and his martial arts are quite complicated, with southern fists and northern legs, ghost feet and dragon hands, ambiguous and specious.Needless to say the realm, even if you are considered a master in the early stage of first-class, it is also an ordinary master.How can it be easy to find out his subordinates who are good at hiding and assassinating?
The more Zhu Qingshan knew about Yang Fan, the more curious he became; the more curious he was, the more he realized that he didn't know enough about him.

"It's time to eat." A loud voice came from the front hall.

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian came one after the other, without Yang Fan's greeting, looking at the table full of dishes, they smiled so much that their teeth could not see their eyes.

Yang Fan: "Would you like some wine? I made a dish of Beggar's Chicken for you today. It would be perfect if paired with some wine."

Thinking of Yang Fan after drinking last night, Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help but look at each other amusedly.

Yang Fan doesn't drink well, he blushes with one cup, shakes the sky with two cups, and shakes the ground with three cups. After drinking, he doesn't help anyone and goes back to the room by himself.

From then on, Yang Fan had a nickname in the dictionaries of Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian - three cups down.

Although Yang Fan's alcohol capacity is poor, his wine quality is excellent.After being drunk, he doesn't fight or fight, doesn't go crazy, doesn't vomit or scream, and always says that he is drunk, sometimes he talks loudly, sometimes he composes songs and poems, which is very cute and interesting.

The situation last night was like this: After three cups, Yang Fan was stunned for a while, then stood up with three steps and two steps, and said loudly: "Do you know why the ground is easy to shake when people are drunk?"

Zhu Qingshan interjected: "Why?"

Yang Fan: "Because the world is round, and it will rotate."

Drunk talk, how can it be taken seriously?Nonsense, only added Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian chuckled.

(End of this chapter)