Leaning on the fence to watch the birth of the moon

For someone whose tuba is now Ouyang Moxian, when he regained consciousness, for a moment he even thought that he had fallen into an unlucky situation that would make life worse than death - his whole body was paralyzed?vegetable?

His consciousness is clear, his thinking is clear, he knows who he is, he can remember that he was feeding chickens the moment before he fell into a coma, and he can even recall the texts he recited in elementary school. It should be said that his memory has never been as good as it is now.However, not to mention the limbs and torso, even the existence of eyelids and lips cannot be felt.

Mo Xian couldn't help suspecting that he had become that long-known ghost now, with nothing to rely on.

But this idea only lingered in his mind for a moment, before being dispersed by a stream of heat.At the beginning, Mo Xian couldn't detect where the heat was coming from, he just thought that if he could feel the heat naturally, he should be alive.All of a sudden, the heat flow dissipated, and the veins it passed through clearly depicted the limbs and bones.

If he could make a sound, Mo Xian would moan in comfort. At this time, it was more comfortable than taking a hot bath, but for some reason, he still couldn't move.

After a while, Mo Xian wanted to moan even more, but this time it was not because of comfort, but because of pain.At this time, all parts of his body were numb, itchy, sore and swollen, as if he had exercised too much, and all the muscles and bones were twisted.This feeling is even three points more uncomfortable than simple pain.

I don't know how long he was tossed by this uncomfortable feeling, but Mo Xian suddenly felt his right leg move, and the uncomfortable feeling of the whole right leg was relieved a lot.Mo Xian was overjoyed immediately, and tried his best to move himself.

It's just that his eyelids couldn't be opened no matter how hard he tried, and his mouth couldn't even utter the syllables like "um ah", so he couldn't see his real situation at this time, and he couldn't call for help from the outside world.Just relying on the still not very sensitive skin touch, he guessed that his actions seemed to have broken something dry and hard outside the skin.

After an unknown amount of time, the uncomfortable feeling finally disappeared, and Mo Xian was also a little out of breath from exhaustion.At this time, he finally heard some sounds in his ears, but they were indistinct and indistinct.

Just as Mo Xian turned his head to the direction of the sound, he was so tired that he fell asleep.

In the dark room, the ghost doctor finally felt relieved as he looked at Mo Xian who had fallen asleep.

Mo Xian fell asleep for a whole year, and the ghost doctor took care of him for half a year. Although because of Mo Xian's special condition, he didn't even need to take a bath or feed. The people in the martial arts who seek medical treatment convey internal power to the magic thread.These are not laborious for the ghost doctor, but they are laborious for the ghost doctor.

Half a year later, that half of handsome right cheek was also thin, with dark circles under the eyes, and matched with the other half of burnt left cheek, it seemed more and more worthy of the ghost doctor's name.

But now that Mo Xian is awake, he can finally relax.

The ghost doctor relaxed a little too early, Mo Xian's hands, feet and limbs recovered really quickly, he was able to sit up by himself the next day, and he was able to walk normally by touching things by himself on the third day.However, it took six days for his ears to return to normal hearing, fourteen days for his throat to speak, and it took a month for his eyes to reopen. However, his vision is obviously not very normal, and he can only see the world like piebald spots.

At the beginning, Mo Xian felt that his recovery was too slow, but after hearing from the ghost doctor that he had been in a coma for a year, he suddenly didn't feel that slow - he couldn't move for a whole year, and his muscles didn't atrophy. Being able to walk on the ground is too unbelievable.On the contrary, the recovery of vision was slower, which Mo Xian felt should be done.

But the ghost doctor didn't think so. Originally, he thought that Mo Xian could move, so he immediately rushed him to make a big meal to comfort himself.Now... the ghost doctor is really afraid that he will chop his own fingers into the vegetables, so he can only wait depressedly.

"Can there be no medicine to speed up the recovery?" Mo Xian asked with a frown, his voice had already finished changing before falling asleep, but when he woke up, his voice changed again.Although it didn't become ugly, the tone was low and cold, it didn't really sound like my own voice, but rather someone was dubbing it.

As soon as Mo Xian finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of "Pa!", but it was the ghost doctor who put a mask on his face.

"Put it on! Put it on! Put it on quickly!" the ghost doctor urged, his tone impatient, even a little out of breath.

After waking up, because of his eyes, Mo Xian hadn't seen what he looked like, but when he washed his face and bathed, he touched his skin and knew that his skin had indeed improved a lot.But he didn't know exactly what he had become.

"Still ugly?" Hearing the ghost doctor's words now, Mo Xian only said that he had failed. He didn't expect much at first, so now he doesn't feel very disappointed, just curious.

Mo Xian didn't hear the answer, but heard the sound of gnashing of teeth.

"Not ugly." The cold and hard words were thrown back, and the ghost doctor said fiercely, "From today on, no matter whether there are outsiders or not, you will wear a mask for me, otherwise...be careful and let me see it, I caught you!"

"Yes, Master."

So Mo Xian put on the mask obediently, and from today onwards, the ghost doctor began to teach Mo Xian internal strength and medical skills - because he dared not take off the mask during the day, and at night he couldn't see his fingers in the dense forest, and he was busy with martial arts. In addition, he had to cook to support himself and his master, so Mo Xian gradually forgot about the fact that he had changed his face. It was not until several years later that he finally came out of the mountain that he really knew his true face...

As far as internal strength is concerned, when Mo Xian was in the Jieyun Sect, what he formally learned was only a superficial method of breathing.Although the Seventh Senior Brother had secretly taught him relatively advanced mental methods, at that time the Seventh Senior Brother himself was just getting a glimpse of the way. Although the two of them taught him diligently and earnestly, he was still confused.

Although Mo Xian yearned for the legendary Plucking Flowers and Flying Leaves, and Tashui Wuhen, he was even more afraid of the same legendary obsession.

Now that there is a famous teacher and a famous doctor - he can be rescued from a madness, so of course he is studying harder and harder.

Naturally, the ghost doctor will not teach it immediately.Mysterious formulas, but carefully pointing to Mo Xian's acupoints and meridians.No matter where the ghost doctor points, Mo Xian can tell the name, the meridian it belongs to, what will happen if he is hit, or what disease this acupuncture point can heal, etc. without thinking.

"Most of the people with advanced internal skills in this world also understand some medical principles. They often know where their illness is and where their injuries are when they leave their inner breath."

Mo Xian was taken aback, and asked strangely: "Master, if this is the case, why do you still have so many patients?"

"Hand out."

"Ah?" Although he was puzzled, Mo Xian still stretched out his hand obediently. The ghost doctor instantly pulled out a ruler from behind. I have already suffered two feet.The place where I was beaten at the beginning was numb, and the place where I hadn't been beaten for a long time swelled up, and there were two high blood purlins, which were burning and painful.

"Master, can you explain why you hit me?" Mo Xian covered his hands, gritted his teeth in pain.

"Because you are stupid! I said 'knowledge in medical theory', and I didn't say they are proficient in medical theory? No matter how strong their internal skills are, they are just warriors. Minor illnesses and injuries can be suppressed with internal force, and serious illnesses and serious injuries still rely on medicine, otherwise Then wait to die."

Mo Xian moved her lips, wanting to ask something, but her palms were still hurting, so she finally held back and didn't ask.But even though he was wearing a mask, his lips were exposed, so the ghost doctor naturally saw his little movement.

"I know what you want to ask. What you want to ask is why your master—I, is not only proficient in medical theory, but also excellent in martial arts, right?"

Of course, what Mo Xian wanted to ask was not this, he just wanted to ask if he could put some medicine on his paws.But seeing that the ghost doctor is now in high spirits and complacent, of course he doesn't dare to tell the truth, but nods his head like a dog.

"Hahaha!" Sure enough, the ghost doctor laughed heartily, "I, Jiang Lingjiang, am not comparable to ordinary people, not to mention martial arts, medicine, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, conspiracy and cunning, I am also proficient in everything." I don't know, it's a pity..."

Mo Xian resisted the urge to bark his teeth, although what the ghost doctor said really made his teeth sour.

"Crack!" The ghost doctor suddenly slapped the table and stood up, "No way! How can I teach a student with embroidered pillows?! I want to..."

"Master, it's almost noon." That means it's almost time to eat.

The ghost doctor froze for a moment, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle, he finally gritted his teeth and stomped his feet!

"I want to eat bamboo shoots."

"I'm going to pick some from the bamboo forest in the south."

"Okay, hurry up and come back."

"Yes, Master."

Although Mo Xian escaped a catastrophe this time because of food problems, as the saying goes: You can escape the first day of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth day...

The ghost doctor still started his curriculum reform, and the first thing to do was Mo Xian's fear of pain.

"Everyone who practices martial arts should not only be able to beat people, but also be able to be beaten. The so-called being able to be beaten not only refers to being able to avoid one's own vital parts when being beaten, but also to be able to hold back the pain, even if the skin is bruised, Even if the bones are broken, the face should not change, and the fighting spirit should be high! Do you understand?"

"Understood." Mo Xian sat upright, "But what I don't understand is, Master, why did you press my acupoints?"——It turned out that the so-called sitting upright was not voluntary~ "Of course, I told you not to struggle and resist."

"What... don't resist?"

"Of course it hurts for a while." Taking out a small bottle from the medicine box, the ghost doctor licked his lips, his one eye shone like a light, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a starving ghost who was choosing where to bite, "If it's a real sword, I'm afraid it will leave scars on your body, so I can only use this. Want to know what it's called?"

"Do not want to."

"It's really inconsiderate." Mo Xian's lack of cooperation made the ghost doctor snort twice, "But I still want to tell you, it's called a thousand cuts~"

"Master, be careful that I am too hurt to make dinner."

"It's okay, I've had enough for lunch, it's okay to be hungry once in a while."

"I'll make you three silk snake soup tonight, okay? As long as you don't come here now."

"For the sake of my apprentice's success, what is a meal of three silk snake soup? Don't worry, I will be very gentle..."

"Don't... hiss..." the voice gasped.

"Hehehe~ Call it out, it will feel better if you call it out, anyway, there are only two of us here."

"Huh...huh..." The panting voice obviously didn't want to scream, but it was too painful to scream.

"It's still a long time, take your time and enjoy it~"

"Ah! Ugh!"

Fortunately, there are no patients these days, otherwise...

After the painstaking training, the inner strength training finally officially started. What was strange to Mo Xian was that the first exercise under the guidance of the ghost doctor almost immediately produced a feeling of qi, and then a hot current started from the dantian, and the lively began to follow. Walk along the meridians.So Mo Xian sat for a whole night, and when he opened his eyes, it was already the time when the rooster crowed.

After going out, he prepared breakfast, just as the ghost doctor came out of the house stretching his waist.

"Master."

"Huh? What's the matter?" The ghost doctor was brushing his teeth with a small brush dipped in homemade medicinal powder——Mo Xian At that time, many people thought that the ancients did not have the habit of brushing their teeth, so they must have yellow teeth and bad breath. In fact, in the Qin and Han Dynasties of China There are various records of cleaning the oral cavity.In the Song Dynasty, there were horsehair toothbrushes and tooth powder mixed with various medicines. Medical books also advocated that people should brush their teeth twice in the morning and evening.

The world Mo Xian came to now has a different history from the beginning to the end, but the clothes and daily habits are similar to Song Dynasty.

"I worked hard last night and found a strange thing."

"What's the matter?" The toothbrush made the ghost doctor slur his speech.

"According to the theories taught by you, master, it seems that my two lines of Ren and Du may have been connected."

"Is that bad?"

"It's not good or bad, but...Master, you already know that my Ren and Du's two veins are connected?"

The ghost doctor didn't say anything, but bypassed Mo Xian and went directly to have breakfast.

"What happened the year I was in a coma?"

"Don't worry, your chastity is still there."

"..."

It wasn't until the ghost doctor Hululu drank a bowl of porridge that he finally gave Mo Xian an answer that wasn't an answer: "I'll tell you when you're about to leave."

Mo Xian waited for this answer, but it took several years.

In the blink of an eye, he was already 20 years old. It has been five years since Luoyaya came to today. The ugly boy who used to be is now a handsome young man—a handsome young man wearing a mask.

The ghost doctor finally wanted to let him go: "Do you know why I left you in the first place?" On the eve of the farewell, the master and apprentice set up a wine table in the small courtyard, and finally sat at the same table for a farewell banquet.

"Because I'm ugly." Mo Xian remembered that the ghost doctor had already mentioned the reason.

"That's a lie to you." The ghost doctor chuckled, "It's not because you are ugly at all, but because you should have a handsome face, but because of a layer of hard skin that hides your true face, it is like a pearl covered in dust. So I looked You and I are happy, although I have ruined my appearance, at least I had a good time, but you have a good life for half a day. But looking at you, I am happy."

Mo Xian curled his lips, this should be the so-called contrast produces beauty.

"However, I found that you are not as happy as I thought. You don't see any pain or sadness, not even a little haze. How is this normal?"

Mo Xian bowed his head to listen to the training, even hesitating whether to say "I'm sorry".

The ghost doctor didn't seem to listen to him, poured himself a glass of wine, and still whispered to himself: "But on the other hand, you're not bad. So I thought, maybe you shouldn't be allowed to To be a handyman, but to be an apprentice. I made the right choice this time, and it is indeed better for you to be an apprentice than a handyman."

Mo Xian was in a complicated mood, especially when he recalled the various means that the ghost doctor had imposed on him in the name of being an apprentice in the past few years...

"Although your medical skills are still not as good as one of my top ten schools, and your martial arts are mediocre, let alone the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." The ghost doctor took another drink.

Mo Xian bowed his head silently. Although the ghost doctor's words were awkward, except for his judgment on martial arts, other things are quite to the point...

In terms of medical skills, Mo Xian is proficient in bruises and bruises on the internal organs, but for other common diseases, he still can't tell what is internal heat and external heat, and what is physical deficiency and cold.

He can't attract the phoenix by playing the qin, but he can startle the migratory birds flying in the sky. The ghost doctor commented that the sound of Mo Xian's qin is between the sound of plucking cotton and pulling a bowstring.

Playing chess, the patients who come to see the doctor now know that the ghost doctor's apprentice Guimian is a stinky chess basket, but Mo Xian has no idea where his stinking is. In fact, both sides of his game are winning or losing. Judgment - The only time Mo Xian saw the ghost doctor cry was because the two played chess for half an hour.

Writing, in fact, Mo Xian's handwriting is not bad, but the ghost doctor said that his handwriting is tangible but not spiritual, at most it is at the level of selling calligraphy and painting on the street, but compared to the other three items, the ghost doctor is gratified.

As for the final painting, I can only say that this is also a skill that requires talent...

Another thing worth mentioning is Mo Xian's current voice. He used to have a cold voice, but after integrating his internal energy, his voice rose a few degrees for some reason, changing from cold to warm.With a quiet and elegant voice, even the ghost doctor has to admit that listening to him can make people feel comfortable.So I asked Mo Xian to sing a song on a whim, but...

Mo Xian used himself as a model, which fully proved that a good voice does not necessarily mean perfect pentatonic.

"Compared with me, you are still much worse than me, but if you are walking in the rivers and lakes, you can handle it enough. In fact, you should have been let go long ago, but..." The ghost doctor took a bite of food, "But I really can't bear to part with you. "

Do we need to add the word "decai" after this sentence?Although Mo Xian thought so in his heart, he naturally couldn't say it.

"I'm also reluctant to leave Master." Mo Xian helped the ghost doctor pour the wine.

"And, what I said at the beginning was that you left to avenge me."

"Your apprentice should follow orders."

"I know you will fulfill your promise, but... is my enemy easy to deal with? I hid here originally to seek revenge, but it is true that good people do not live long in this world, and scourges last thousands of years. Those people Not only is there no good or bad, but the power is getting bigger and bigger, and the days are getting better and better. I don't want them to die simply, but if they want to ruin their reputation and die miserably, how easy is it?"

With a sound of "Crack!", the ghost doctor's wine glass was pinched and shattered.

"Master, I will try my best..."

"Don't get me wrong. I said this not to force you, but to tell some facts. Letting you go out to avenge me may end up not only failing to avenge me, but also taking you in. I will only have you as an apprentice in my life , there is only you as a family member. When I die in the future, I will rely on you to burn paper during the Qingming Festival."

Mo Xian's heart warmed up, and he was a little moved.In fact, he promised to avenge the ghost doctor, but he couldn't really put in too much effort to do it. This is the slippery and self-interestedness of modern people.Hearing the ghost doctor's words now, he felt ashamed and had a fever on his face.

"But I don't want to give up, so I decided to take a gamble. I won't tell you who my enemy is, I just ask you to go to Shuanggui Town, Zhongzhou within one year after you leave here, and then Then live for ten years. Of course, if there are any dangers and difficulties, you can leave, and even come to me."

"That's all? How can I live these ten years? What are your requirements?"

"That's all. You can open a medicine store, open a pawn shop, or even beg for food, as long as you live in that town."

Mo Xian wanted to come, anyway, after leaving this place, he had no other goals other than to see Senior Brother Seven, so going to that Shuanggui town was naturally extremely simple.

But he didn't know that there is a kind of person in this world who doesn't need to speak or move, just a face is enough to bring disaster to the country and the people, but there is such a face under his mask.