Start with Tianlong Murong family, fight against the heavens

Chapter 9 Mr. Wuzhen, Uncle Zhang Ping
Murong Ji remained silent, thinking of a solution. The best option was to talk to his uncle.

"Mr. Qian, can you come back with me?"

Qian Yi was stunned for a moment, "It's OK, but..."

"No need!" A voice suddenly came from outside the door, Li Qingluo.

Li Qingluo came into the room with two maids, looked Qian Yi up and down with an arrogant look on her face.

Her background and strength are enough to give her the confidence and temperament to look down on others.

"If you can save my nephew, then do your best. If you are lying to me, then you can stay and be used as fertilizer for the flowers."

Qian Yi's face didn't look very good, but in the face of power, he had to bow his head.

"Money is not a problem." Li Qingluo turned her head and gestured, and a bag of gold leaves was poured onto the table by the maid.

"Please do your best, sir. My money is not that easy to take."

After Li Qingluo left, the room was silent for a while. Murong Ji smiled awkwardly, "Please forgive me, sir. My aunt is not..."

Murong Ji's expression froze. He thought that Li Qingluo was not a good person for using people as fertilizer.

Qian Yi shook his head with a grim face, picked up the gold leaves on the table, counted them, there were 33 in total, that was a huge sum of money!
He took out three and put them aside, then took out a pen and ink, wrote a prescription, and handed them to Yan Jizhong, "Go buy some medicine!"

When Yan Jizhong came back, it was already afternoon.

Murong Ji watched the master and disciple busy at work, and he felt like a puppet, allowing them to manipulate him.

A few days later, Li Qingluo went back.

Murong Ji, two capable maids and four or five guards were left behind.

Qian Yi began to practice medicine from door to door. This method of traveling medicine is really hard to describe. Most of the patients were from poor families, and some could not even afford to buy medicine.

If it weren't for Li Qingluo's bag of gold leaves, the master and disciple would probably have starved to death.

After half a month, Murong Ji's health showed obvious improvement. He practiced sword skills in the yard, which was the Murong family's inherited sword skills.

Qian Yi looked over through the window and smiled. This kid didn't have the arrogance of a rich family. He was willing to follow them around the streets, help run errands, and was a studious person.

It’s only been a few days and I’ve already learned a lot about medicinal herbs.

You can tell whether you like some people or not after just getting to know them. Qian Yi chuckled. No one can dislike such a child. "You won't succeed if you practice like this."

Murong Ji looked resentful, "Sir, do you know these?"

"Not knowing doesn't mean you don't understand. For some things, the methods are the same. Don't try to achieve everything in one go. You have to do it step by step. As long as you gain something every day, that's enough."

Murong Ji stopped in his mind and began to pay attention to the sword-practicing moves and so on.

Maybe he really has no talent for sword-fighting and doesn't know how to do it.

With no other choice, he could only study the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, but unfortunately, he still couldn't get started.

He sighed and handed the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to Qian Yi, "Sir, can you help me take a look? I can't get started."

Qian Yi took the book from the window, looked it up and down, frowned slightly, and sighed, "Martial arts secrets like yours are really a headache."

"Don't you understand, sir?" Murong Ji raised his eyebrows, wondering if he was bragging.

Qian Yi ignored him, used pen and paper to deduce the method of guiding Qi, and drew a meridian map.

He frowned and said, "This technique is connected to the heart meridians and blood, and it exercises the Shaoyin Heart Meridian of the little finger. If it is developed to the extreme, it will be extremely powerful. However, the introductory chapter deliberately omitted a few acupoints!"

Murong Ji's eyes lit up and he listened carefully to Qian Yi's words.

"What's the name of your technique?" "Small Wuxiang Gong."

Qian Yi frowned and thought carefully, "Wu Xiang Gong, it is small and has no form. This skill is called Wu Xiang, and a small word is added, indicating that this skill is only the initial stage of the Taoist advanced internal skills."

"It is true that it can be used to apply Taoist Kung Fu, but it is inevitable that it will not fit in with other Kung Fu and cannot reach its full potential."

Murong Ji was stunned. Xiao Wuxiang Gong is the initial stage of the Taoist internal energy method?! That means...

He thought of the other two techniques. If the three techniques were combined into one, it would be the Immortality and Eternal Youth Technique, right? !
Qian Yi thought about it carefully and groaned for a long time, "But this is enough. This technique has a solid foundation, which is not bad for you."

"You shouldn't lead directly from Tongli acupoint to Shenmen acupoint. There is another acupoint in between, Yinxi. You missed an acupoint."

After returning the book to Murong Ji, he continued to do his own thing. Suddenly, he thought of something, "Young Master, since you have learned the divine skills, you should do something for the world. Even if you don't want to, don't do evil."

Murong Ji was startled, and looking at Qian Yi's face with great solemnity, he bowed and saluted, "Don't worry, sir, I am not a bad person. I am willing to lend a helping hand to others while ensuring my own safety."

Qian Yi smiled and nodded, "In that case, let me say a few more words."

"Please give me some advice, sir."

"Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, medicine, martial arts and other schools all emphasize a deep-rooted foundation. Only with a solid foundation can one go a long way. Young Master, what do you think?"

Murong Ji's heart moved, and he realized that Qian Yi was telling him not to rush his practice and to lay a solid foundation. "Disciple, remember this."

Then his eyes rolled and he took out two other books, one was "The Change of Stars" and the other was "The Sword Techniques of the Murong Family".

It wasn't that Murong Ji trusted Qian Yi very much. During the past half month of contact, he knew how bad a man who worked so hard to treat poor people could be.

When a person has a higher goal in his heart, he will not care about the mud under his feet. Such a person knows what he can do to go further.

"Please give me some advice, sir."

Qian Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, pointing his finger, "You!"

After staying in the temple for three months, Murong Ji's old injuries were basically healed, and the rest just depended on time to heal.

Over the past three months, Qian Yi taught him three basic skills.

Qian Yi was packing his things, and Murong Ji felt a little sad. "Sir, are you not going to stay for a while?"

"No, our master and disciple also have things to do."

Murong Ji was about to speak when Qian Yi handed him a bamboo tube and a piece of paper. Murong Ji took it in astonishment and asked, "Sir, this is..."

"This is Rehmannia pills, a tonic. Cultivation is hard, so don't be greedy."

Murong Ji was a little stunned. He knew this thing. The earliest record of the prototype of Liuwei Dihuang Pills was in Qian Yi's book "Xiaoer Yaozheng Zhijue".

"To nourish the kidneys? I'm still young, right?"

Qian Yi gave him a look, and Murong Ji understood two words from it: idiot.

Without explanation, Qian Yi packed his bag and left.

Murong Ji followed the two out of the temple gate. Just as he was about to say something about meeting again, Qian Yi suddenly turned around and said, "Young Master, I am not a martial artist, but there is someone who is a master. You can go visit him when you have a chance."

Murong Ji was stunned, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Wuzhen, Uncle Zhang Ping. He should be in Tiantai Mountain now." After saying that, he stuffed the letter in his hand into Murong Ji's hand.

Qian Yi left, leaving Murong Ji standing in a daze in front of the temple.

Uncle Zhang Ping, why do you sound familiar?
(End of this chapter)