Dr. Chen held the piece of paper, and left as if he had found a treasure. Before leaving, he told Li Yi that after returning, he must carefully re-copy what was written on it, and hand it to Master Liu of the Imperial Medical Office in person.
As for the original manuscript, which is just this piece of paper, it should be kept at home as an offering, and it should be worshiped every day, and left to future generations...
It seems that for the ancients, money was not the most important thing. Even if they were not fed enough to wear warm clothes and could not afford the next meal, they still valued fame and honor more than anything else.
Scholars sharpen their heads and want to become officials in the court. Who didn't have the idea of displaying their ambitions, making a career, and leaving their name in history
Maybe they only wanted to make money and gain power later on, but that is the trend in a big bad environment, and their original intention cannot be denied.
Dr. Chen put his face down and asked him about wound suturing techniques. He had to travel thousands of miles from Qing'an Mansion to Kyoto, and personally handed this thing over to Liu Jimin, the imperial physician, so that doctors all over the world could learn it, just to leave it in the history books. A small trace, if someone in future generations has such a 1 in 10,000 chance of remembering the name Chen Mufeng when suturing a wound, I am afraid that he will also laugh out loud in the coffin...
With such a deep obsession, if Li Yi had said no at that time, I am afraid that Dr. Chen would have bumped his head to death on him, so as to show his ambition by death...
When I walked out of Ruyifang, I sighed. What name will last forever is far less than hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. If you have a typhoid cold and diarrhea in the future, and you can’t go to other pharmacies, you will look for Huichuntang Yes, it's a little bit to get back a little bit.
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Li Yi held a sword in his hand and waved it in the yard.
He spends an hour every day practicing Kung Fu in the yard, which has become his daily compulsory course.
The sword she was holding was Liu Ruyi's treasure. After a long time of hard work, she finally borrowed it from her, and used ten osmanthus cakes as a condition for her to teach herself a set of sword skills.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was given to her by Wan Ruoqing, and he likes buying and selling without cost. In two days, Liu Ruyi has almost learned the basic swordsmanship that Liu Ruyi taught him. When the second lady was sparring, she picked up two moves and flew the sword, and the branch was placed around her neck.
The evaluation he got was that he only knew the rigid moves and didn't know how to adapt them, even if he learned the most powerful swordsmanship, it was useless.
Li Yi is also very helpless about this, he has no experience in fighting the enemy, that is, Miss Liu Er can accompany him to learn from each other, how much flexibility can he expect
He also knows where his flaws are. In the matter of martial arts, it has never been that someone who has learned a powerful kung fu can rule the world. Without enough experience accumulation, it is like owning a treasure for nothing, except for the lack of opening. The key to the gate.
The free sparring is not for nothing, if you compete more with Ms. Liu Er, you will always get better and better.
Han Bo came over with a cloth bag in his hand and put it on the stone table. There was a rattling sound from inside the cloth bag. Han Bo smiled and said, "My lord, those little pieces of wood are all ready."
"Thank you, Uncle Han."
Li Yi opened the cloth bag and saw piles of small wooden blocks inside, which had begun to take on the shape of mahjong. The size and size were similar to those of later generations, and the edges and corners around them were polished very smooth, so they would not hurt your hands when touched.
Counting the number, exactly one hundred and fifty.
There are one hundred and thirty-six mahjong cards in a set. In case one of the cards is broken, there are spare ones.
Now that the wooden block is in place, the next thing will be left to Miss Liu Er.
Looking at Liu Ruyi who was practicing sword not far away, Li Yi walked over with a cloth bag.
She is practicing Taiji swordsmanship, and she seems to have encountered a bottleneck recently, and she often slashes wildly with her sword. When she is free, Li Yi doesn't dare to talk to her.
"Ruyi, how about we discuss something?"
Seeing Li Yi walking towards this side, Liu Ruyi took back the sword in her hand, glanced at her, and said angrily, "What's the matter?"
Her tone was a little irritable. These days, learning Taiji swordsmanship was unimpeded, but she finally encountered a bottleneck in the first two days, and her progress was slow, as if she was stuck in a quagmire.
"You help me carve something on these wooden blocks, and I will teach you the essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship." Li Yi looked at her and said seductively.
Negotiation is also an art. You must first know what the other party needs and prescribe the right medicine to get miraculous results.
Because of this incident, Ms. Liu Er has a grumpy temper these days, like her aunt's second visit this month, and Xiaohuan avoids her. She must not be able to resist the temptation, so she can only act as a free labor in exchange for what she needs. s things.
"Do you know the essence of Taiji swordsmanship?" A trace of anger flashed across Liu Ruyi's face, and she stared at him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Because she encountered a bottleneck, she was thinking about how to break through when eating and sleeping. Suddenly someone told her that she understood the essence of Tai Chi swordsmanship. Her first thought was not happiness, but anger.
This is Miss Liu Er's logic.
Seeing Miss Liu Er's eyes looking at him began to become unfriendly, Li Yi was a little puzzled.
The development of the story should not be like this...
Shouldn't she readily agree to come down and carve mahjong honestly in exchange for the essence of her nonsense Tai Chi sword? Why is she looking at herself with such eyes, wait, what is she doing with the sword
"What are you going to do?"
"Wait a minute, if you have something to say..."
"Put down your sword first..."
"Don't do it..."
"Help!"
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After a while, Li Yi was pushed into a corner by Liu Ruyi. Miss Liu probably didn't know that her current posture was called "bidong" in later generations, so she just looked at Li Yi with a playful look.
Li Yi felt that he was really naive just now. Women are unreasonable animals. If this woman was called Liu Ruyi, it would be even more unreasonable.
The idea of using the essence of the Tai Chi sword that he doesn't even know is true or false as a bargaining chip has been proven to be unfeasible. Seeing Miss Liu's appearance like this, she is ready to overlord...
There was no rice at home, Ruyi took Xiaohuan out to do some shopping, Han Bo closed the door when he went out just now, there were only two people in the house, even if he broke his throat, no one would come to rescue him...
"For Tai Chi, sword moves are not important. Only by remembering the sword's intentions of turning round and round, and forgetting the order of moves, can you get its essence... When facing the enemy, you can use your mind to control the sword. It is ever-changing, and the moves are endless. You can do whatever you want…”
A man can bend and stretch, but Li Yi decided to temporarily compromise on Miss Liu Er's banditry.
Although I don't really understand what this sentence means, but when Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuji Taiji sword on Wudang Mountain, he made him forget the moves, probably that's what it meant, and it should be able to scare Miss Liu, right
Having dealt with Liu Ruyi for so long, Li Yi has long known that the more mysterious things can scare her more, as for whether she can comprehend anything from it, it depends on her own understanding...
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Miss Liu Er finally let him go, and the familiar daze appeared on her pretty face again. Li Yi breathed a sigh of relief. When it comes to flickering skills, ordinary people are far from being able to compare with those Taoist monks , Daoist Zhang is really a god-man, and it is difficult to beat a horse by himself...