Shi Jingzhi held out his wrist generously: "Jade pendant? Look at it, take a look at it."
Yin Ci pretended to grab the pendant, and placed the back of his hand against Shi Jingzhi's wrist, and checked his pulse again. Now that Shi Jingzhi had eaten and drunk enough and was lying flat to rest, he could check more carefully.
After a while, Yin Ci's expression changed slightly.
"The materials and craftsmanship are excellent. It's worth ten taels of silver alone." Shi Jingzhi sighed, "Have you seen enough? I... cough!"
He actually remembered turning around and spitting blood.
Yin Ci took his hand back and turned his back: "I've seen enough, go to sleep."
Shi Jingzhi grumbled a few words, put away the bloodstained handkerchief, and his breathing soon became steady. Yin Ci opened his eyes slightly and stared into the darkness of the room.
Shi Jingzhi must not be some master pretending to be someone else. His age was not false, he was exactly 27. What was even more interesting was that his pulse was extremely strange. No matter how you looked at it, his body was already at the end of its strength - if he did nothing, Shi Jingzhi could only live for another year at most.
But he didn't look like a dying man.
Yin Ci lived for more than 300 years, and in order to find a way to commit suicide, he read all the medical books in the world. He compared Shi Jingzhi's symptoms one by one, but could not find an answer. Except for the fact that his body meridians were about to collapse, this person could even be considered healthy.
If the cause of the disease cannot be found, then naturally no medicine can be used.
No wonder Shi Jingzhi was unwilling to sell the jade beads, this guy was going to the tomb to get the meat. There is no medicine in the world, so it is normal to put hope on the legendary things.
Yin Ci closed his eyes, and his chest inexplicably relaxed. Since Shi Jingzhi won't live long... Kushan Sect? It's just a master-disciple game, so it's okay to play with him.
If the meat really existed, it would be in his pocket. When the matter of the ghost tomb was settled, Shi Jingzhi would not live for many days, so he could even relax in front of him and not worry about the aftermath.
Early the next morning.
When Shi Jingzhi woke up, he found that his disciple suddenly became less filial.
As a master, I woke up early to teach this kid how to practice martial arts. But Yin Ci was shaken several times by him, and then he opened his eyes reluctantly, and his eyes even had a bit of murderous intent.
Shi Jingzhi: "If you don't get up, I will spit blood on your face."
Yin Ci reluctantly stood up, his tone not as polite as before: "It's only Yin hour."
"You are not young anymore, you must work harder to make up for this shortcoming." Shi Jingzhi showed no weakness and reached out to take off Yin Ci's underwear: "Take it off, take it off."
Yin Ci slowly turned his head and clutched his collar tightly: "Master, could it be that you are really a fox fairy?"
Shi Jingzhi: "Fox... take off your shirt quickly, I will adjust your meridians, and it will be easier to learn the internal skills."
Only then did Yin Ci say "oh" and slowly took off his shirt.
Before Shi Jingzhi stretched out his hand, he took a closer look at Yin Ci's back. That back was firm and beautiful, with the vitality unique to young people, and the skin color was exactly the same as the head, neck and arms. He only saw a few thin scars, and no unnatural seams.
Was he overthinking? Shi Jingzhi shook his head and placed his palm on Yin Ci's back.
Shi Jingzhi knew that dog paddling in the snow was quite embarrassing. He had intended to use his best skills to help his apprentice repair his meridians and gain some prestige. Unexpectedly, every time he put in his true energy, it disappeared without a trace. After a long pause, he continued to put in a few more energy, but Yin Ci's meridians still did not respond at all.
Shi Jingzhi was stunned on the spot. Damn it, he finally managed to trick an honest apprentice, but he turned out to be a swindler!
But he had already acted out the image of a master, so he couldn't just pretend nothing happened and let Yin Ci go back to sleep. He sweated profusely for a while, and when Yin Ci wanted to turn his head back, he pushed it back.
"Master, is there something wrong with my body?" Yin Ci spoke first.
"Well, it's not suitable for practicing internal skills." Shi Jingzhi answered in an unfathomable way, "It's okay, I will help you adjust the direction of practice... I'm hungry, you can make breakfast first, it will be better to teach after you are full."
Yin Ci glanced at the stars outside the window, and his expression gradually became complicated.
Shi Jingzhi: "Don't act like a spoiled brat. We martial artists should get up earlier than the chickens."
"… Fine."
To be honest, Yin Ci was a little surprised.
Shi Jingzhi was only good at internal strength, but his meridians were damaged and he couldn't practice internal strength at all. If he couldn't learn anything, there would be no master-disciple relationship. If this continued, even if he was really an ignorant mountain dweller, he would not be convinced by Shi Jingzhi.
According to common sense, Shi Jingzhi should have taken in another apprentice and let himself be a leisurely cook. But this person not only did not tell the truth, but also looked like he was determined to stick to this path.
While thinking about this, Yin Ci packed up the ingredients that were not used yesterday, made a dish of Emerald White Jade Soup, and heated up two meat buns.
At this moment, Shi Jingzhi, holding a flag, sneaked into the courtyard like a thief. Yin Ci had nothing to do, so he watched secretly.
The man waved the flagpole and began to demonstrate his sword skills. After watching a few moves, Yin Ci's expression gradually became solemn.
That was the sword technique of the assassins of the Chi Gou Sect. To be more precise, it was the sword technique used by the two assassins to attack Shi Jingzhi. Shi Jingzhi made the gestures over and over again, from being awkward to being smooth, and finally even broke down the moves and refined them into three moves. Judging from the movements, Shi Jingzhi was indeed not familiar with sword techniques and lacked the experience engraved in his bones. He probably relied on his understanding.
He imitated the killer's steps, then raised his head, his expression more confident.
Yin Ci was silent. This kid was obviously trying to learn and apply what he had learned. Then again, Shi Jingzhi had such a talent, how did the "Yidu Shi Family" make such a mistake
Breakfast was served. Shi Jingzhi held the meat bun in his mouth and pointed, "Master has selected three sword techniques and a set of footwork for you, but your muscles and bones are not yet open, so you should squat in horse stance for two hours. I will teach you after your foundation is well established."
Yin Ci's face remained calm: "Yes. But..."
"but?"
"I don't like knives. I want to use a sword."
Shi Jingzhi: "…Young man, don't be picky! Go and squat in your horse stance."
Yin Ci: "Does this sword technique have a name?"
Shi Jingzhi glanced at the jadeite white jade soup on the table and said, "This knife technique is called 'white jade green knife'. Remember it well."
Tofu kitchen knife, right? Remember. Yin Ci coughed dryly: "I hope Master can teach me more."
"I'll show you how to do the horse stance in a moment, and then you can squat on your own." Shi Jingzhi smiled, "Master is going to take a nap."
… It’s better to kill this guy, Yin Ci thought calmly.
The devil Yin would not listen to him. When Shi Jingzhi fell asleep, he simply found a comfortable corner in the yard, lay down and closed his eyes to rest. Not long after, Aunt Zhang got up and was frightened by Yin Ci in the yard.
"They also say that old people sleep less, but you, a young man, get up earlier than me." Perhaps because of the impression she had of her good grandson, she was especially kind to Yin Ci.
"The cabbage and tofu soup is warming up on the stove. Please have a bowl, Auntie." Yin Ci smiled and said the name of the dish more bluntly.
"No hurry, now is an auspicious time, I'll put up the door god painting first. It rained a few days ago, and the painting was frozen... Ouch, it's a bit high here..."
Seeing Aunt Zhang looking over eagerly, Yin Ci could only continue to play the role of a good grandson: "I'll do it."
"I heard from Shi Lang that you came from the mountains." Aunt Zhang sipped the hot soup, and her wrinkles seemed to melt in the heat. "Do you have door gods?"
“No.”
"It's better to stick it on. With the protection of the two gods, you will be immune to all evil." The old man said piously.
Yin Ci unfolded the door god paintings. There were two paintings, one of which was a rough general with a leopard head and round eyes, and the other was a white-haired civil servant with an immortal look. The painting was brightly colored, with exaggerated brushwork, and the characters were lifelike. It was obvious at first glance that they were worth a lot of money.
"Those are the two founding heroes of our Great Yun, gods who came down from the stars." Aunt Zhang saw Yin Ci stop moving and thought he was interested in the door god painting. "Is it a good painting? If you want it, I'll buy two for you at noon. I know the painter and can give you a discount. One for each of you, and you can carry it with you to ward off evil..."
Yin Ci said politely, "Thank you, Auntie. But we are in a hurry to get on the road, and we are afraid that it will get dirty and wrinkled, and it will be disrespectful to the immortal."
Aunt Zhang closed her mouth regretfully and continued drinking her soup.
When Shi Jingzhi woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky. Without blushing, he asked Yin Ci kindly, "Have you finished squatting?"
Before Yin Ci could reply, he stretched out his hand and poked Yin Ci's lower back with his finger. Yin Ci did not dodge and was hit by the finger.
"Not bad, you can still stand, it seems you are not lazy." Shi Jingzhi said with satisfaction, and turned to Aunt Zhang. "Did you change the door god painting? It looks really luxurious."
The old lady was very happy: "Yes, it was your little apprentice who helped me put it on."
"Aci may not recognize them, but the general is Sun Wang, Marquis of Lie'an, and the old man is He Cheng'an, the national teacher. The two are collectively known as the founding heroes - the world of Dayun was basically conquered by these two."
Shi Jingzhi saw that the old lady was in a good mood, so he talked a few more words.
"When Taizu passed away, the crown prince was still young. Marquis Lie'an served as regent for ten years. He fought wars everywhere and stabilized Dayun completely without interfering with the imperial power. As for the national teacher... When Dayun was first established as the capital, there were two consecutive years of drought and epidemics. Lord He sacrificed himself to offer sacrifices to the heaven. Until today, Dayun has been blessed with good weather and has never seen a year of disaster."
"You two are both people who have enhanced the country's fortune. It's no exaggeration to say that you are gods descending to earth. If you ask me... Ugh!"
Yin Ci stuffed Shi Jingzhi's mouth with a bun and said, "Master, I hate listening to people talk about history. It gives me a headache."
Shi Jingzhi ate the buns at a steady pace and wiped his mouth: "Okay, I'll take you out to play."
This play lasted the whole day. When the sun was about to set, Shi Jingzhi did not go back to Aunt Zhang, but led Yin Ci to an inn.
Yin Ci looked up and saw the four large red characters "Shunhe Inn". The inn was decorated in a luxurious style, and there was a door god painting on the door. The painting was decorated with gold foil and outlined with gold lines, which was more detailed than Aunt Zhang's. He looked at it for a moment, then turned away indifferently and turned away.
As he turned, Yin Ci bumped into a stranger behind him.
The force of the collision was not great, at most he staggered a bit. Unexpectedly, the man groaned and sat down on the ground, looking seriously injured.
Yin Ci: “…?”