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Chapter 12 Nine Mythical Lineages
"What is Jinchuangyuan?"

"Forget, this is what the military called it. Jinchuang is because this kind of injury is often caused by a metal sharp weapon. The scorpion is the symptom after the injury. It hurts people on the bed like a shrimp. Usually my father is so shouted;

"In folklore, some doctors seem to call it...tetanus."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, no wonder he just saw Ah Shan wrapped in a thick winter jacket by his mother and sister, as if he had caught the wind and cold.

And at that time, the man's expression was dull. Apart from his possible intention of death, there should be some reason for the spasm and stiffness of his facial muscles.

"This is an incurable disease, and he will live in a few days. It's a pity to lose a good man." Yan Wuxie shook his head.

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful, "Is it tetanus...it should still be in the incubation period..."

In this era without antibiotics, it is indeed a terminal illness... But it is not necessarily true. After all, there are Qi practitioners in this world, and the North and South Taoists are also famous for their Wai Danshu.

When he was taking the imperial examination in Luoyang, he even heard that there were immortal warlocks overseas who were looking for longevity, and they were quite sought after by the rich and powerful in Luoyang.So there might really be some kind of panacea beyond his knowledge among the forces of Qi practitioners.

But it is obvious that these forces that have the power of mythology cannot waste the panacea on a small official slave.

The only people in this world who will be moved by the life and death of this unknown man named Ah Shan are Liumu and Ah Qing with sad eyes.

But... Now there are one-half more people.

"I count half."

Ouyang Rong muttered, then turned and walked towards the Xiangji Kitchen of Donglin Temple.

Yan Wuxie hurriedly followed, curiously asked: "Mingfu, what half?"

"Give me half of a moldy taro."

"..." Yan Wuxie thought for a while, and warmly reminded: "Mingfu, you can't eat moldy things."

Ouyang Rong: "?"

In fact, Yan Wuxie still didn't understand why the Ming Mansion didn't go down the mountain suddenly, and ran directly to the Xiangji Kitchen, borrowed a kitchen from the monk in charge, and shut it up for a while...

Outside the door, the man holding a quick knife Weiwei ah his mouth, looking at the young county magistrate who had always been an image of a refined and easy-going, weak scholar in his mind, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, throwing taro, charcoal, rice soup, vegetable oil, earthen jars, cotton Ah, it was all turned out, and then rolled up the sleeves, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the man holding the knife also heard the young county magistrate occasionally uttering weird and weird words like "Hey, dead memories are starting to attack me again".

Ouyang Rong wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arms, and glanced at the crude purification equipment on the table, he couldn't help frowning and said:

"It's still a bit underestimated the difficulty of this thing...it doesn't seem to work..."

Ouyang Rong is not just an old keyboard warrior who "knows a little bit about everything". When he was in college, he enrolled in an elective course in the School of Chemical Engineering for credits, and because the teacher was a foreign teacher with blond hair and big boobs, he studied with gusto. Every time she in the white coat bends down on the podium to check the catheter...

Anyway, unlike other LSPs in the class, except for the visual bust measurement, he really learned something.

In addition, he is a full-level human being with strong hands-on ability and a physical connector.

Ouyang Rong was quite confident at first, originally thinking that it would not be difficult to toss a low-purity antibiotic with more patience, time, and local conditions.

But after a lot of tossing, he realized that he still underestimated the difficulty of purification.

The problem mainly lies in the purification equipment. There are too many bacteria in the crude antibiotics, and it will harm Liu Ashan instead.

"This road is blocked... Sure enough, the novels are all lies. How can normal people climb this kind of technology tree..."

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, and was not discouraged. He turned around decisively and went to get a pen and paper.

Another way.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, dipped in ink and wrote a few prescriptions, saying:

"Could Liu Lang fetch some medicine for me, and pay in advance for me first."

"No... no problem."

Although Yan Wuxie, who was on the sidelines, couldn't understand what Ouyang Rong was doing, he was greatly shocked by the whole process of tossing around just now.

When Ouyang Rong recalled Fang Zi, he couldn't help but frowned and asked:

"Mingfu, you...have you ever learned the mechanics of the Mohists?"

"What is the Mohism? What mechanism?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously without raising his head.

"Aren't you?"

"Um, I'm not. It's up to you to answer me."

Yan Wuxie leaned against the door with his knife in his arms, seemed to think about it, and said:

"I also heard it from others when I was drinking. The Mohist lineage is one of the nine mythical lineages handed down from the pre-Qin period. Before the first emperor sought the medicine for longevity, it existed side by side with the scholar's lineage and the Taoist lineage. After the Red Emperor beheaded the White Emperor and took over the Han family as a commoner, the Mohist lineages began to diverge and gradually declined, and finally the Juzi family disappeared in the long river of history."

"However, the qi training technique and mechanism technique of the Mohist Daoist lineage were scattered all over the world, and finally gave birth to ten schools in the world today, and countless schools of all sizes in the north and south rivers and lakes. It can be said that one tree falls and ten thousand trees grow. As for the rising ranks of children from poor families, it is monopolized by the imperial court and a few prominent families."

The son of the county lieutenant, who has held the knife but has not yet entered the rivers and lakes, looked longingly, "That's why some people say that the Mo family is not dead, and all of us people in the rivers and lakes are actually white-clothed ink heroes, disciples of giants."

Ouyang Rong raised his head. This was the first time he had heard of these, and he couldn't help asking: "Nine mythical lines? What about the other eight?"

Yan Wuxie scratched his head, "I only know that the Great Zhou court holds the Dao veins of military strategists, the Dao veins of yin and yang watchers, and the three Dao veins mastered by Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and the others. I see, they should all be hidden masters."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, and decided to hit the soul directly: "Which path did Liu Lang follow? Is it the Mohist path?"

Yan Wuxie's face turned red immediately, and after a while, he murmured in a low voice: "It would be great if I really stepped into the rank of a Qi trainer, and that day I won't be picked up by the aunt of the Ming Mansion... ..."

Ouyang Rong comforted: "It's okay, I... I have never seen anyone who can beat my aunt since I was a child. Of course, it was in the countryside of Nanlong."

Liulang of the Yan family coughed twice, "By the way, before I saw Mingfu, I thought Mingfu was a Qi trainer who was a scholar."

"Me?" Ouyang Rong was dumb, "Why..." Blind.

"It's very simple, because Bailudong Academy belongs to the Confucian school, and Mingfu is born in it and is famous all over the world. It's hard for people in the Jianghu who understand the origin not to think about it."

Ouyang Rong recalled, shook his head, and continued to lower his head to do what he was doing, "But when I was studying in Bailudong Academy, I followed my mentor all the time, and I didn't touch this kind of thing."

Yan Wuxie nodded, "It should be that the Ming government lost the election. I heard that Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all have potential but formal mechanisms, and they will select suitable seeds for Qi training from among the disciples. The Ming government is very It is impossible for Bailudong Academy to miss the Ming Dynasty as the seeds of reading that have long been famous in Jiangnan Dao.”

Send a scrap card directly, right?Ouyang Rong laughed: "It doesn't matter."

Yan Wuxie comforted again: "But it's normal, Ming Fu can rest assured, this kind of talent is very rare, just like Jianghu, it is also a miscellaneous small Xiami local sect that accounts for the majority, and those who can really learn the art of practicing Qi from the teacher There are very few sects, eh."

Ouyang Rong nodded, "But this looks like a fairy, so I would like to see these so-called Qi practitioners fighting. How amazing are Qi practitioners? But when I was in the Luoyang Imperial Examination, why didn't I see flying over eaves and walls?" The expert? If there is one, don’t you often show your hands?”

After experiencing the disillusionment of the Pure Land Palace, he now has deep doubts about the power level of this world.

Yan Wuxie said sternly: "The Ming government must not underestimate the top-grade Qi practitioners. The reason why it is difficult to see is because the number of people is really rare, and the second is because the world is not about fighting and killing, it is the way of the world."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Good guy, this little catcher hasn't entered the arena yet, and he directly got the correct answer to the last big question. Do you think it's appropriate to quietly score this kind of big score?
"Ahem, Mingfu, I actually read it from a chivalrous book, which seems to be written by a senior in Jianghu."

Yan Wuxie took out a book with the pages turned over from his bosom, and said with emotion: "It also recorded how he successively got to know the proud senior, the infatuated fox demon, the famous Tianjiao, the female teacher of the academy... and Dive into their stories."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand, "Sorry, I'm in Spring and Autumn."

After finishing speaking, the prescription in his hand was written, Ouyang Rong folded two pieces, and handed it to Yan Wuxie, "Help me go down the mountain to grab the prescription, as fast as possible."

Yan Wuxie looked down and wanted to ask, but suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, he put away the prescription, turned around immediately, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and stood guard at the door:

"Who?"

The hair and the half-thin came rushing over, the former was eager to speak from a long distance, and Ouyang Rong's eyelids twitched at the first sentence.

"Lang Jun Lang Jun, my lady told you to go back quickly, your mentor saw you coming!"

"...?"

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