At the same time, Fang Zheng finally opened his eyes and spoke softly. At that moment, the two of them subconsciously held their breath and concentrated, not even daring to fart, for fear of missing something or disturbing Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng said: "Doctors are born upholding the conscience of heaven and earth..."
After a few words, Fang Zheng went straight to the topic, and what he was talking about was the method of traditional Chinese medicine! After just a few words, Song Yuhe's eyes widened, not because these words were so awesome, but because these words got straight to the point of the essence of traditional Chinese medicine! He can clearly distinguish between true and false! And the person who can point out these things is definitely not a layman! As he continued to listen, Song Yuhe's eyes grew bigger and bigger, because Fang Zheng's theory actually included his unique theory, and even his unique technique was revealed. It felt like a thief frantically showing off what he had stolen in front of the owner. Song Yuhe actually felt a little sad...
But soon, Song Yuhe's sadness turned into shock, because what Fang Zheng said was somewhat different from what he said, and these differences were like enlightenment, and many problems that he had not been able to figure out before were solved! Just like a tomahawk struck the sky in his mind, forcing him to take a step further, it split a corner of the sky, allowing him to see a wider world! The feeling of sudden enlightenment and immersion in the world of medicine made him deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself!
Xi Liang on the other side is in more pain. What Fang Zheng said is already very simple, but his foundation is too weak. He still doesn't understand many things, and there are still some things that he half understands. Now that he heard these profound things, the feeling of seeing a treasure but not being able to pick it up almost made him cry. However, he still tried his best to remember. He knew that these things were definitely worth a thousand dollars.
There are two people, one is fascinated by it; the other is a fool who remembers the pain but enjoys it.
The two of them didn't know how long Fang Zheng had been talking. When they opened their eyes, they saw nothing in front of them! The Founder on the pond was gone, as were the lone wolf, monkey, and squirrel. Even the salted fish didn't know who had picked it up... only the little novice monk was still there.
Seeing this, both of them felt a little lost, as if they had lost something important, their hearts were empty and very lost.
"Amitabha, my teacher said that there are not many people here today, so I will talk about this. The next lecture will be held in three days." After saying that, the red boy turned and left. He was not big, but he walked quickly and turned into a line of green. The smoke disappeared up the stairs.
The speed made the two people dumbfounded, but when they thought about the method of walking on the waves, the two people were relieved.
After Red Boy had gone far away, Song Yuhe immediately ran to the edge of the pond and reached out to touch the water. The spring water was cold, and when he touched it to the bottom, there was nothing in the water that could support a person standing on it. Song Yuhe relentlessly circled the water around the spring, touching back and forth, but found nothing.
In the end, Song Yuhe took off his shoes, gritted his teeth, imitated Fang Zheng, and walked in along the path Fang Zheng had walked. As a result...
At the bottom of the mountain road, Song Yuhe shouted: "Hurry up, my feet are almost frozen."
"Teacher Song, I've... Huhu... Huh... the fastest. You know it's cold, but you're still in the water, and you haven't stood firm yet..." Xi Liang was about to cry. Behind him lay a guy covered in water that was almost frozen. It wouldn’t be comfortable for anyone else.
Song Yuhe also had a miserable look on his face. How could he know that the water under water was so smooth...
At the same time, in the backyard of Yizhi Temple, a large fire pit was set up in the kitchen. A group of little things gathered around Fangzheng, and they were concentrating on watching the news played on the mobile phone in front of them. Fang Zheng ran away mid-sentence, not because he cherished his own things, nor because he disliked the lack of people. But just to run back and watch the news...
The morning is over and the results should be out.
Looking at the results, several little things almost jumped up. Seven of the eight Chinese players who participated in the competition in the morning lost to Pu Mingdai. There was another one who was defeated by Park Changming who suddenly appeared. In other words, that person should be more powerful than Park Mingdai, so Park Changming took action personally.
And this scene caused countless voices of dissatisfaction.
"It was agreed that Pu Mingdai would accept the challenge, but why did Pu Changming also show up? This is simply bullying the small!"
"If you can't beat me, you'll call me old. You're really shameless!"
Over there, supporters of Park Mingdai and Park Changming jumped out immediately.
"The rules don't say that substitutions are not allowed midway. What's wrong with our substitutions? We didn't commit a foul?"
"That's right, aren't you clamoring to challenge Teacher Park Changming? The teacher has taken action, but you are saying that the big one is bullying the small ones. It's really funny."
…
A debate war began again.
"I just want to know how the next game should continue? Park Mingdai can't stop us, but Park Changming is a big mountain blocking us!"
Someone finally expressed concern, but there was silence on the Chinese side. Although there are many Chinese masters, the top ones have already lost, and the rest will most likely be meat buns beating dogs, with no return.
Seeing this, pointing to the mountain, Squirrel waved his fist angrily and asked Fang Zheng, "Master, why don't you take action? These guys are too arrogant!"
Fang Zheng said calmly: "Why are you so anxious? Losing is a good thing for China. Chinese medicine has been buried for too long and ignored for too long in recent years. They need such exposure. Lose, they have lost too much, then The sense of national honor that is suppressed deep in people's hearts will be stimulated. When this sense of honor completely breaks out and awakens the national blood in the bones of the Chinese people, it will be the time for the finals."
Saving traditional Chinese medicine will definitely not happen overnight. Over the years, due to suppression from both home and abroad, traditional Chinese medicine has almost disappeared. If you want to save him, you must awaken the nation's sense of honor, inspire the blood in your bones, and make people love their own culture without reasoning with you!
Without loss, you will never know what you love. Fang Zheng simply let them lose it once and it would hurt them.
After a few little things listened, they fell into silence thoughtfully.
But there were still things Fang Zheng didn't say. I'm afraid he wasn't the only one who had the same idea as him. In the vastness of China, for five thousand years, are there really only three masters of traditional Chinese medicine who are trying to steal the spotlight
But even if there were, Fang Zheng would not count on them. Since ancient times: the big hermit hides from the court, the small hermit hides from the world. For those who are truly capable, it doesn't matter whether they serve the motherland or not, but they must fight for the nation! Such people are true heroes. And those who hide away and make a fortune, or live their own small lives like clouds and wild cranes, even if they are dragons from the sky, so what? What is the difference between his meaning to the world and what an ordinary person means to the world? Such a person can only respect his professional achievements, but cannot be respected as a person.
(End of chapter)