In the second half of the night in autumn, the moon has gone down, the sun has not yet risen, and there is only a dark blue sky. There was a burst of violent coughing in the back house of Fan's mansion. The coughing sound continued for a long time without stopping. People were startled and struggled to wake up from their sleep. There was a flurry of movement in the garden.
Perhaps it was a matter of weather and weather, not only Fan Shangshu had a cold, but some servants also had a cold, and those with runny noses had been sent to farms outside Beijing, but the rest of the people did not dare to be careless and drank alcohol every day. I read the prescription written by the young master, this prescription is extremely useful, the wind and cold did not spread. The reason why this burst of coughing made everyone in the Fan Mansion mess up was because the sound of coughing came from the Eldest Young Master's room. The Eldest Young Master has been suffering from a strange disease for the past two days and coughed badly, but he refused to let the palace The imperial doctor took the medicine and believed in his own methods, but after a few days, the coughing sound did not subside. The servants of Fan's mansion couldn't help but feel a little worried, for fear that something might happen to this young master who is excellent to the servants.
The eldest maid, Sisi, tied a red ribbon on her forehead, held back her messy hair, and stood in the small kitchen annoyedly, smelling the strong smell of medicine coming out of the room, while shouting to those rough girls, Let them move faster. She was sent to Kyoto by the old ancestor of Danzhou, and her future status is obvious, so in Fan's mansion, her words carry a lot of weight. Those sleepy-eyed little girls know that the young master's illness is troublesome. She was angry, biting her lower lip, how dare she respond.
After watching it for a long time, Sisi still refused to rest assured. She moved a small stool and sat in front of the medicine stove. She held a slow fire fan in her hand, shook the fan gently, and stared at the medicine mist gradually without blinking. The mouth of the stove was raised, and his eyes were gradually reddened by the smoke, so he didn't dare to be careless. Boiling medicine is very particular about heat, and the medicine boiled in front of her is for the young master to take, not for herself to watch, so she is a little worried.
In the bedroom, Lin Wan'er was wearing a home robe with cotton inside and embroidered outside, rubbing Fan Xian's chest distressedly, and asked cautiously: "How about... really try the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor?"
Fan Xian coughed, his face turned red, he waved his hands, and said with a forced smile, "It's not so expensive, and besides, I know my own body, if I can't die, just prescribe some medicine myself."
Lin Wan'er also knew that Xianggong's medical skills were excellent, otherwise she would not be able to cure her lung disease that had lingered for fifteen years, but these days, she always heard that he was coughing badly, and she was inevitably a little worried, so she bit her lips and said, "Even Eunuch Hong can’t even see the origin of this disease...but you say you know it well, look..." She rolled her eyes and said, "Shall I write a letter to Mr. Fei?"
Fan Xian coughed twice again, knowing that his wife was worried after all, sighed and said, "My teacher, it's not that you don't understand. There are more than half of a year wandering around, even if he wants to come back , I don’t know when it happened.” He then said with a smile: “Maybe it will take three or four months, I’m afraid I’ll be a dead person by then... You..." He flicked lightly. Touching the tip of Wan'er's pretty straight nose, she joked, "You will become the most beautiful widow in Kyoto."
Lin Wan'er spat on the ground a few times, and said angrily, "When is it, you're still talking all this nonsense!"
Fan Xian smiled. He was not as nervous as those in his family, because he knew exactly what was going on in his body, and the medicine he was brewing at this moment was just to help him calm down, clear his mind, relax his lungs and clear his senses, and sort out a little. Meridians, stabilize the condition, as for the real root of the disease, you still have to fix it yourself. While speaking, she comforted Wan'er a few words, but carefully put her right hand under the quilt.
Occasionally, his right hand would tremble for a while, starting outside the Kyoto Prefecture, and it has not improved until today.
There was a knock on the door outside the room, Sisi carefully carried the soup and entered the room, Siqi, the eldest maid who slept with her in the front room, got up early, lit up the oil lamp on the table, moved a high table, Put it in front of the young master and young lady's bed, took the medicine bowl over, took out a spoon and stroked it lightly in the bowl to let the soup cool down, waited until the temperature was about the same, and then gave Fan Xian a sip.
Fan Xian drank it, feeling a little bitter, subconsciously licked his tongue, but Sisi stuffed a sugar pill into his mouth very quickly, diluting the bitterness in his mouth immediately. He couldn't help laughing: "I'm a big man, do I need to serve like this?"
Sisi smiled and said, "Young master, when you were young, you were most afraid of taking medicine." Fan Xian thought to himself, the soup and medicine in this world cannot be coated with sugar, of course you will frown after drinking it.
Siqi took out the silk scarf from his sleeve, wiped the corners of Fan Xian's lips, and said seriously, "Master, you are a sick person now, so you can't be brave."
Seeing the appearance of the two big maids, even Wan'er couldn't stand it anymore, she laughed and scolded, "Don't spoil him too much." Having said that, her little hands kept running down Fan Xian's back. Let him be more comfortable.
Although Fan Xian also enjoyed the life of this kind of young master very much, and felt that it would be a good thing if he could still be so comfortable when he was sick, he finally couldn't help but shook his head, reached out to take the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he said with a smile, "I'm a part-time doctor, not a child."
The two maids under the bed looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. It was already late when he saw the sky, and Fan Xian knew that his previous cough had made the maids in the mansion busy for a while, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and ordered: "If you drink the medicine, you shouldn't be coughing anymore. Go to sleep... Let those girls who watch the night sleep too, it's cold in the autumn night, what should I do if I get sick from the cold again?"
"It will be dawn soon, what are you still sleeping in?"
"It's better to sleep more." Fan Xian said seriously.
Knowing that this eldest young master is considerate to his servants, and that under his gentle appearance he is always faithful, Sisi Bingsiqi dared not refute any more, agreed in unison, and went out to arrange chores.
Fan Xian got out of bed, poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth. Seeing this, Wan'er couldn't help but said, "Drinking cold tea when you're sick is not good for your health."
Fan Xian smiled, sat back on the bed and said, "I've said it before, this disease is different from ordinary diseases."
The husband and wife talked for a while. Seeing that he no longer coughed, Wan'er felt a little relieved, and gradually became sleepy, but because she saw that he refused to sleep, she also kept herself from going to sleep. In the end, Fan Xian couldn't stand it. , quietly reached out to help her rub her shoulders, and brushed her fingers on a few soothing acupuncture points on her head, which made her fall into a deep sleep.
Looking at his sleeping wife, Fan Xian knew that she was worried about him these days and was exhausted, so he couldn't help shaking his head. My own illness cannot be cured by taking good care of it, which is different from my father. Fan Shangshu's wind-cold, under his skillful hands, has already shown signs of improvement, and he will recover in about two days, but his father is old, his body is not as good as that of a young man, and recovery is always slower.
With a light wave of his hand, he extinguished the oil lamp on the table five feet away, and the whole bedroom was plunged into darkness, but he kept his bright eyes open and could not fall asleep. Because he has been sitting quietly for too long these days, it is extremely difficult for him to get sleepy.
The tip of his tongue lightly licked the medicine dregs between his teeth, and he was appraising the medicinal materials he had personally selected. It seemed that he could feel the active ingredients in the medicinal materials, which had already entered the lung lobes, and began to help him relieve the discomfort there. He was a little proud, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt on his wife's body, and then reached into the dark compartment under the pillow, and took out a small medicine sachet. Inside the sac were a few large pills that were extremely round but rough at the tentacles. Come.
Although the room was dark, Fan Xian knew that the pills were red, because Mr. Fei Jie had ordered him to take the pills with him since he was a child, in case there was any problem with the nameless kung fu he was practicing. When Ruo's true energy really wanted to break through his meridians, this pill was his last panacea to save his life.
When Fan Xian was very young, when he was still living in Danzhou, Fei Jie had discovered this very serious problem. If Wuzhu left Fan Xian, or the nameless formula that his mother left to Fan Xian, if he practiced all the way, he would indeed cultivate an extremely domineering and vigorous zhenqi. The problem is that this kind of zhenqi seems too domineering and violent. If ordinary people practice, they will be crushed and pierced by the true qi in their bodies before they practice for a long time. Once the meridians are broken, this person will naturally become a useless person.
However, compared with the people in this world, Fan Xian has one strange thing, that is, his meridians seem to be much wider than other people in the world, and it is precisely because of this that he has secretly practiced the nameless overbearing kung fu since he was a baby. Trick, when he was four years old, the true energy in his body was already abundant to an astonishing level, but he didn't explode and die.
However, Fei Jie once said that as the zhenqi in his body accumulates and becomes stronger, one day, the meridian channels that have been formed innately will eventually be unable to hold it, and Fan Xian will be let down. Eat a big pain!
It's just that more than ten years have passed, and Fan Xian has not felt this danger. Although the true energy in his body is domineering, it is still under his control, especially after he was twelve years old. After that, the zhenqi that was running like a storm in his body suddenly stopped, tame Wudu, and did not affect him at all.
So he gradually relaxed his vigilance, and even almost forgot about it. He no longer carried the pills at all times, but kept them at home. Except when he was on an envoy to Northern Qi last time, he was worried about the unpredictable future, so he took a pill with him. , but to no avail.
Trouble always comes when people are least prepared.
After going through the seemingly safe but in fact dangerous journey of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Fan Xian's true energy cultivation and skills were finally integrated into one. He had already broken through the barrier of the ninth rank and started to move towards the pinnacle of martial arts in the world. The true qi has finally reached its peak, and he can even fight head-on with Ku He's first disciple, Langtao, but unexpectedly, after defeating Xie Bi'an, one of the eight generals, outside the capital, the true qi in his body began to be dishonest.
Rising from the snow-capped mountain behind his waist, along the meridians, the two channels of true qi are like two circles, exchanging up and down in his body, but now this true qi seems to smell some signs of the owner of the body , began to become manic, no longer willing to stay peacefully in the meridians, but kept stretching, probing, and stabbing in all directions.
Fan Xian's hands are the place where he has the most perfect control over his zhenqi, but now they have become the gateway for the zhenqi in his body to forcibly overflow. Now his right hand will tremble from time to time. The result of obedient zhenqi two-phase control.
The situation is not very serious, at least it is still within his control. After these days of meditation, he forcibly suppressed the domineering zhenqi in his body with his mind. It was only a two-phase thrust, but it hurt the lung lobe , which led to the non-stop coughing. But if this situation is allowed to continue, one day, he will not be able to control the domineering and violent true energy in his body.
Fan Xian also tried to practice the second half of the nameless formula, but so far he has not made any progress. Sometimes when he coughs badly, he even hates that Uncle Wuzhu who is so incomprehensible that he can't see the end of the dragon. If you give me the star-absorbing Dafa, you must give me a solution, right
He gently squeezed the medicine bag in his hand and frowned. He analyzed the pill left by the teacher a few days ago, just like a tiger to a lion, the teacher gave him an extremely domineering medicine in order to help him cope with the domineering zhenqi in his body, he really didn't have confidence in what the medicine would bring if he took it As a result, there are a lot of May flowers in it, which is... an out-and-out Sangong medicine!
Could it be that I am willing to dissipate the true energy that I have worked hard for more than ten years? Even if you don't know how to release kung fu, most of the true energy in your body will be consumed!
But don't eat... Is it possible to watch that true energy explode into a big blood ball in a few months or a few years? Even if there is no such terrible effect... But the right hand is always shaking, which is not very good-looking. At a young age, I have to act like a Parkinson's disease
To eat or not to eat, that is really a big question.
A few roosters crowed in the distance, waking up the sun and repelling the night, but the people were still asleep. Fan Xian raised his head, only to realize that he had been sitting by the bed for half an hour, and couldn't help laughing at himself. The self who was most afraid of death would show such cowardice and hesitation when faced with such a dilemma.
Perhaps, this is also an opportunity, he comforted himself.
"The shape of the Fuze Huachi is still in ruins, and you should pour the heavenly spring into your body..." He chanted slowly and silently, just sitting by the bed like this, entering a state of meditation, carefully dispelling the true essence that was scurrying around in his body. The qi is drawn into the meridian, and then slowly retracted to the snow mountain behind the waist, and let them shine brightly there, illuminating the melting snow mountain.
Suddenly, with a heartbeat, Fan Xian opened his eyes, put on some clothes casually, pushed the door out, and walked to the most secluded corner of the garden. The small martial arts arena where he used to test poison needles did not need to be searched, and he saw the rockery The strange uncle next to him with a black cloth covering his face.
He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, complaining: "So you still know to come back."