[Comprehensive martial arts] Take the house to cross

Ye Zijing took Song Daxia and his son to the clan's hometown. This time, Song Yuanqiao was the one who called the shots.

Ye Zijing and Song Qingshu listened to it, feeling that they had learned a lot.

Established a cooperation plan with the Wudang faction, the smiles on the faces of the clan elders are very sincere, and they strongly invite the Song family father and son to stay for lunch, and their family will cook wild pork at noon!

In the end Song Yuanqiao refused.

After talking about the matter, because the clan elders were getting old, Ye Zijing sent them out of the village.

Walking on the country road, Ye Zijing looked at Song Qingshu's bright and clear appearance beside him, and asked hesitantly, "The poison on your body?"

She had wanted to ask for a long time, but she never had the chance.

Song Qingshu smiled at her: "Is the snake venom? It has been removed."

Ye Zijing's expression was a little tangled, she wasn't asking about snake venom...

Seeming to know what Ye Zijing was thinking, Song Qingshu showed an obvious smile: "Just kidding."

He explained: "We haven't found an antidote for this poison, but the grand master said that this poison will not hurt the body, and it can only last for three to five months at most. After three or five months, I will return to normal. "

"Then you won't be able to use your internal strength for three to five months?"

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what kind of poison I have?"

Ye Zijing paused, only to realize that she had slipped her tongue, and hurriedly explained: "I don't know what kind of poison you have, but the general effect of this poison can still be guessed."

In fact, Ye Zijing felt that her internal strength seemed to be able to alleviate Song Qingshu's situation. If he took action, at his current level, he would be able to return to normal within half a month at most.

But Ye Zijing still didn't say that.

Song Qingshu didn't care about her hesitation, and continued: "It doesn't matter if I can't use my internal organs. I can read books, practice calligraphy, and learn Taiji sword from Taishifu."

Song Qingshu chuckled: "Don't worry, you won't be bored."

Ye Zijing was speechless, also, this kid is not in a hurry, what is he worrying about here.

Ye Zijing sent them all the way to the entrance of the village, and when he was about to say goodbye to them, Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands at Ye Zijing and said, "I have a heartfelt request, I hope Doctor Xiao Ye can agree."

"You said."

"Could you go to Wudang with the two of us? My third junior brother was injured two years ago and he hasn't recovered yet. I would like to invite you to take a look."

Song Yuanqiao also had no choice but to avoid the conversation between Ye Zijing and his son Song Qingshu along the way, and Song Yuanqiao heard it all.

In addition, Song Yuanqiao himself guessed that Ye Zijing's grandfather was a hermit with excellent medical skills. In order to prove this, he asked the clan elders specifically. The clan elders were full of praise for Ye Zijing's medical skills. Knowing that this was just a business bragging, they thought that Ye Zijing's grandfather was really good, and they thought highly of Ye Zijing.

For two years, the situation of the third junior brother has been in everyone's mind. To put it bluntly, he is just a dead horse treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor when he says this.

Ye Zijing had heard about the Three Heroes of Wudang, and it seemed that she was seriously injured and was not able to perform well. Although the specific situation is not clear, but it has been so long, and Song Daxia has been so worried, the injury must be difficult to treat.

Ye Zijing was a little hesitant about whether she should go or not. Go ahead. If the cure doesn't work, the slap in the face is not a blow to the patient.

After thinking about it, seeing Song Yuanqiao's earnest face, Ye Zijing finally nodded.

Ye Zijing went back to pack up some things and talked to the clan elders, and then went to Wudang Mountain with the Song family and his son.

Wudang Mountain is huge, and the Wudang School is very majestic. They walked straight from the foot of the mountain, and it took nearly half an hour to reach the top of the mountain. Ye Zijing forgot about her foot injury again. It was Song Qingshu who noticed that Ye Zijing's walking posture was not right before he realized it.

Song Qingshu carried Ye Zijing on his back without saying a word: "You have an injury on your leg, why don't you make a sound!"

The young man's face was so serious that Ye Zijing was so frightened that she didn't dare to refute, and felt a little wronged in her heart. Didn't she do it to see his third uncle? She didn't think too much about it at the time.

Moreover, Ye Zijing also has her own thoughts. The Wudang faction has a large number of people and is one of the six major sects in the world. If she really cured Yu Sanxia, ​​the Wudang faction owed her such a big favor for her future walks in the rivers and lakes. Also helpful.

Seeing that Ye Zijing didn't speak, Song Qingshu's heart softened first, and his tone became much softer: "Whatever happens in the future, you must speak up."

"En." Ye Zijing replied in a low voice.

Song Qingshu was young and not too fat. Ye Zijing lay on the child's back, and could clearly feel the child's bones. The roots were distinct. She had such a thin body, but somehow gave her a sense of peace of mind.

"Don't move!" Song Qingshu, who was carrying Ye Zijing on his back, blushed, couldn't help it, and spit out these two words.

Ye Zijing was not honest at all on his back, and she just didn't know what she was doing, but the person who was touched said: It's very itchy.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ye Zijing blushed and coughed in disguise. Although she knew that Song Qingshu couldn't see her, she hid her head behind Song Qingshu's back and stopped talking.

After a while, Ye Zijing looked up, they had already arrived at Wudang Mountain.

From the bottom of the mountain all the way up, Ye Zijing saw a lot of young boys, wearing uniform costumes, humming and haha ​​practicing martial arts in the open space. In the square related to martial arts training on Wudang Mountain, Ye Zijing alone saw four of them. Not to mention those places that have never been seen before.

"The grand master is in retreat, so I won't take you to see him. Do you want to take a rest first?" Song Qingshu asked.

Ye Zijing looked at the young boy who was not blushing and out of breath, and wondered from the bottom of her heart, could this person really be unable to use her internal strength, why did she not feel tired at all after walking such a long distance with someone on her back? Yes, Ye Zijing also asked.

Song Qingshu put Ye Zijing off his back, and replied: "For those who practice martial arts, a strong body is the foundation. What is your weight? Even if your weight is twice your current weight, I can still not blush or get angry." Panting for you to carry on your back."

Ha ha.

Ye Zijing sneered in her heart, she didn't hear anything, only heard the sentence 'the weight is twice as much as it is now'.

Dare to curse her for being fat?

Ye Zijing said: "I don't need to rest, I'd better hurry up and visit your Third Martial Uncle, I have to go back when it's getting late, my foot is inconvenient, I have to trouble you to continue carrying me back. "

Just when Song Qingshu was about to say that if he couldn't go back, he would stay here, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Doctor Xiaoye's tone, and his keen intuition told him that it's best not to refute the other party now.

Following his intuition, Song Qingshu said: "Okay, whenever you need it, just call me."

As he said that, Song Qingshu directly picked up the person again: "Let's go, I'll take you to Third Master Uncle."

When he spoke, Song Qingshu had already walked quite a distance, as he himself said, he was not tired at all.

Yu Daiyan lives in a relatively secluded place, one is because he is afraid that the ignorant disciples in the teaching will bump into him, and the other is also to allow Third Master Uncle to have a quiet environment to recover from his illness.

On the way, Song Qingshu told Ye Zijing about his third uncle's current situation, how he was hurt by the third uncle, and also described some of his past deeds and personality to her.

"It's been two years since the third uncle was injured. At the beginning, with the encouragement of his father and all the senior uncles, the third uncle was quite optimistic, but now..." Song Qingshu sighed.

"When you follow me in later, I will introduce you to the third uncle. I will say that you are my friend and bring you to meet the third uncle. When the time comes, you should be smart."

When they arrived at Wudang Mountain, Song Yuanqiao was called by his disciples to deal with matters. He didn't follow him because he was busy with business, and secondly, he didn't dare to come to see his Third Martial Uncle for fear that Yu Daiyan would think too much.

Ye Zijing was speechless: "But I'm here to see a doctor. What's going on just watching from a distance, I have to at least understand the basic situation of your third uncle."

"You don't have to worry about this. The third uncle takes medicine every afternoon. The medicine has an analgesic and sedative effect. After taking the medicine in the past, the third uncle would fall asleep. At that time, you can feel the pulse of the third uncle. Just take it easy and you'll be fine."

Ye Zijing thought about it and agreed.

Wudang Sanxia Yu Daiyan, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, looks a little rough, but he is also a very handsome uncle upon closer inspection.

He is very close to Song Qingshu, and it can be seen that he likes this nephew very much. He is also very kind to Ye Zijing who Song Qingshu brought over. On her body, Ye Zijing didn't feel any sadness or loss at all.

After chatting for a while, a disciple came in with a bowl asking for medicine.

"Uncle Third, you should rest first, Ye Zi and I will not bother you." Song Qingshu said with a wink.

"Okay, bring your friends over to play when you have time. Third Uncle has nothing else here, but there are a lot of books. Aren't you worried that you don't have any books to read? You can read the books here by Third Uncle."

Song Qingshu smiled and agreed: "Okay, I will definitely come over, and then you don't want to despise me, third uncle."

"Good! Hahaha!"

Amid Yu Sanxia's laughter, Ye Zijing and Song Qingshu left the room.

"Aren't your third uncle very optimistic? Why do you say..." Ye Zijing asked suspiciously.

Song Qingshu sighed.

"The reasoning is the same. Father is afraid that Third Martial Uncle will be sad, so he will have to secretly treat him if he asks a doctor. Third Martial Uncle is also the same. No matter how uncomfortable he is, he always has a smile on his face. I am not careful either. Just found out."

Ye Zijing nodded in understanding.

Two quarters of an hour later, the little boy who brought the medicine came out: "Senior Brother Song, the master has already fallen asleep."

"Okay." Song Qingshu agreed, and brought Ye Zijing in.

Yu Sanxia had already been moved from the wheelchair to the bed, and he was lying there quietly at this moment, looking a little fragile so that people dare not touch it.

Ye Zijing shook her head, shook that fragile thought out of her mind, and began to feel his pulse.

For half the salary, Ye Zijing said, "I need to see his injuries."

Song Qingshu didn't speak, but lifted the quilt carefully, and helped Ye Zijing expose Yu Sanxia's arm.

After a long time, Ye Zijing said, "It can be cured."

Song Qingshu's eyes widened, he suppressed his excited voice, and said in a low voice, "Can it really be cured?"

The voice was full of unbelievable surprises.

He also taught himself medical skills behind his back, hoping that one day he could cure Third Master Uncle's illness.

I don't know why, he has learned everything since he was a child, as if he has learned everything before, and he learns everything very quickly. The grand master said that it is a good thing that he has Su Hui, and his father and uncles also love him a lot. expect.

He also felt the same way. He thought he knew something about medical theory, so he naturally knew how difficult it would be for Third Master Uncle to heal his injuries. However, if he was given time, three, five or seven years, He is confident that one day he will cure third uncle's illness.

However, the time is still too long.

He can spend three to five years studying, but for the third uncle, every day is a torment.

He will be happier if he can cure Third Master Uncle's illness sooner!

"Can you really cure it?" Song Qingshu couldn't help asking again.

Ye Zijing nodded firmly, and gave Song Qingshu an affirmative answer: "I can cure it."

Ye Zijing added: "Although he can't become a martial arts master like before, he can still walk and move freely like a normal person. With reasonable exercise, maybe his martial arts will recover by a few percent."

"That's great." Song Qingshu was so happy that he didn't know what to say, he just wanted to hold Ye Zijing around a few times to express his excitement.

Even though he didn't hug her around, he still held Ye Zijing's hand, looked at her with burning eyes, and said solemnly, "Thank you!"

Song Qingshu has always been calm and measured, it is hard to imagine that he is still so excited.

Ye Zi moved a little, but didn't break free. Seeing the child's happy face, she finally gave up struggling and said, "Don't be too happy."

Ye Zijing said: "Although I can cure your third uncle, the treatment process is not something that can be done in a day or two. It will take two to three months to prepare."

Ye Zijing ramblingly talked about a lot of things, but Song Qingshu kept smiling all the time, saying: "It's nothing serious, I've been waiting for two years, and there are still a few months left?"

"Let's go, let's tell father and all the senior uncles the good news!" After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu carefully tucked the corners of Ye Yu Sanxia's quilt, and put his arms into the quilt. After tidying up, he pulled Ye Zijing hand out the door.

The little disciple who brought the medicine was still waiting outside the door. Song Qingshu patted him on the shoulder and told him to take good care of the third uncle.

The little disciple repeatedly nodded in agreement.

After Song Qingshu walked away, the little disciple who watched them leave opened the door gently and walked in.

The room was a little dark, the little disciple walked to his master softly, saw that his master was asleep and the quilt was neatly covered, so he nodded, then he turned around and walked to the table, and simply wiped the table, Put the oil lamp on the table and light it.

A small oil lamp makes the whole room much brighter.

The little disciple looked around and saw that there was nothing wrong. Finally, he glanced at his master who was motionless, then walked to his usual chair and sat there quietly meditating, meditating...

woohoo~~

In the dimly lit room, there was the sound of the little disciple's small breathing after falling asleep.

On the bed, the person who was motionless from the beginning to the end, quietly gathered a teardrop at the corner of his eye at this time, the teardrop became bigger and bigger, and finally fell under the action of gravity, and slowly flowed down the cheek to the ear, unconsciously time, disappeared...