The Wizard of Medicine

The Four Treasures of the Study that were used to prescribe the medicine just now are still there, and he stepped forward and wrote a poem with splashes of ink:

"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. Yao knows it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."

While he was writing the poem, several others watched.

Mr. Huang read it once, and repeated the last two sentences: "I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance. Good, great! Simple and natural, without any trace of carving."

Jia Ruoyan was very happy: "Plum blossoms grow in the corner but they are not inferior. They just exude a fragrance from a distance. It is as pure as snow and as clean as snow, and it has a subtle fragrance that is better than snow. It is wonderful. Come on, I will definitely win No.1!"

"If Mr. Xixi of my family can win the No. 1 literary club, then my Jia family will have a great face. Haha." Master Jia gave Yan Zixiu another high-level look, "Come here, arrange for Mr. Yan A single house. Raise Mr. Yan's monthly salary to 50 taels of silver per month."

……

The next day, the snow was clear and the sky was fine.

Early in the morning, Yan Zixiu was practicing Narayan Gong in the yard.His kung fu has reached the fourth level, and he has the power of ten thousand cows.Most people think this number is impossible, but it is recorded in the classics that the power of one Naroyan is equivalent to the power of billions of billions of cows.So he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Suddenly, Jiang Dawei passed by the yard: "Oh, it turns out that Dr. Yan is also a practicing family."

"Where, I'm just exercising, I don't know martial arts."

"No, the two of us have to fight each other." Jiang Dawei likes to practice martial arts, so he insists on competing in martial arts.

"Brother Jiang, I really don't know how to do it. How about this, can you teach me martial arts?"

Jiang Dawei wasn't sure if he would know it, so he couldn't force him: "Okay then, I'll teach you a set of Changquan."

He opened his posture and practiced a set of long punches.

Yan Zixiu had only practiced kung fu, not martial arts, so he read it carefully: "Brother Jiang, let me try."

He practiced it from memory.

The monk's memory is excellent, and he practiced perfectly.

Jiang Dawei was overjoyed: "It turns out that Dr. Yan is a prodigy in martial arts. Okay, let me explain the meaning of offense and defense for each move. You see, from the beginning, it is both offense and defense. This is blocking, this is fighting..."

Yan Zixiu cultivates compassion samadhi, the first is to be non-hostile.But just because you are not hostile to yourself does not mean that everyone will be hostile to you.Since entering the world of cultivating immortals, even if you are honest and responsible, there are still many people who want to harm you.

People who are not hostile can also practice martial arts to subdue hostile people.This is the so-called bodhisattva with low eyebrows, vajra's glaring eyes, no hatred in his heart, and mighty virtue can subdue the enemy.

"Come on, let's practice sparring." After Jiang Dawei finished speaking, he greeted Yan Zixiu.

The two non-hostile people attacked and defended each other.

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, isn't this similar to playing table tennis?friendship first, competition later.There is no hostility, and it does not hinder both offense and defense.

Hey hey hey hey, the two of them practiced for a while.Of course, Yan Zixiu is useless at all, otherwise Jiang Dawei would not be able to bear it.

The bang, bang, bang, bang, naturally couldn't be hidden from Mr. Jia's son and daughter.When they heard the movement, they immediately stepped on the magic weapon and rose in the air to watch it.

When Master Jia heard the report from his servants, he also rushed over to watch.He thought to himself, that's not bad, this doctor Yan can actually make a few gestures with Lao Jiang, and he has earned a nursing home for nothing.

Jiang Dawei and Yan Zixiu fought for a while, then stopped at the same time and smiled at each other.

"Doctor Yan, no, Brother Yan is really talented. He has never practiced martial arts, but it seems like he has practiced for decades. I admire you."

"Wherever it is, Brother Jiang is the best guide."

Miss Jia chuckled in mid-air, "Stop flattering each other, both of you."

Master Jia came over and said, "Congratulations to Lao Jiang for accepting a good student."

The two cupped their hands together: "I have seen the master." "I have seen the master."

"Haha." Master Jia was in a good mood, "Doctor Yan, please come to the living room after you have breakfast."

"it is good."

……

After breakfast, Yan Zixiu found out in the living room that Mr. Jia had arranged for dozens of his relatives to wait in line for him to see a doctor.

Sure enough, there will be no disadvantages, 50 taels of silver a month, and a brilliant doctor is hired.

Yan Zixiu didn't care about it, he checked his pulse and prescribed prescriptions one by one. After working for a long time, he finished his work: "Boss, I won't be able to treat everyone at the Wenhui tomorrow."

"No problem. Doctor Yan, take a good rest and recharge your batteries. It's best to get a ranking tomorrow and win glory for the Jia family!"

……

On the third day, it was snowing heavily again.Early in the morning, just after Yan Zixiu had breakfast, Mr. Huang braved the heavy snow to pick him up for the literary meeting.

As soon as they left the gate, they saw two figures in front of them from a distance.Snow, red umbrella, yellow clothes.

"Isn't that Miss Jia and her maid? Where are they going?" Yan Zixiu asked Huang Lao.

"She must be going to the literary fair. She attends every year, and she doesn't put on airs like a monk. The popularity of Jia's family in the town, that is, Ms. Jia is better." Huang said in a low voice.

The Wenhui was held in a place called Yanyu Tea House.The teahouse has three floors, and the third floor is completely covered.The place inside is spacious and can accommodate hundreds of people.

There are many huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the walls of the third floor, and through the transparent glass, you can see the flying snow outside.

It was warm inside, sandalwood was burned, and the tea table was filled with melon and fruit drinks.

From the moment he entered the teahouse, there were always people greeting Mr. Huang.Elder Huang responded with a smile one by one.

Yan Zixiu took a moment to ask, "Old Huang, it will cost a lot of money, right?"

"It's a matter of saving face. All the wealthy households in the town are willing to donate money. Look, there is a famous name list here. Whoever donates how much to the Wenhui is listed on it."

Yan Zixiu took a look, No. 1 above was Mr. Jia and Mr. Jia, with 2000 taels of silver.

It seems that Mr. Jia wants to be the first in everything.

No.2 is Gaosheng, with a silver pattern of 500 taels.

high rise?

Huang Lao saw his doubts: "This is the name of Master Gao from the Gao family."

Yan Zixiu shook his head, thinking that the name was straightforward enough.In general, I want everything; in promotion, I want to stand out.

"Brother Yan, please do as you please. Today is my host, I have to go to work."

"it is good."

Yan Zixiu sat down and saw that Miss Jia had lost her monastic aura and was leading the maids around, not knowing what she was up to.

He tasted the local melons and fruits, and felt that they were a bit special, so he ate a little more.

Suddenly a young man in purple came over, pointed to an empty seat next to him and asked Yan Zixiu, "Can I sit here?"

"Of course. Sit down, please."

The young man in purple sat down and looked around.

Yan Zixiu sized him up and felt that this man had a handsome face, but he was quite a talent.Looking again, it turns out that he is also a monk, whose realm is the ninth level of Qi training.

After the young man in purple saw Miss Jia in the crowd, his gaze seemed to be coated with glue and he couldn't move it away.

Yan Zixiu secretly smiled.

Suddenly, a crisp bell rang throughout the audience.Everyone fell silent.

Mr. Huang stood in the position of the host and said loudly: "Thanks to everyone's love, this year's literary meeting will still be hosted by me. The so-called literary meeting is a grand gathering of friends through writing. First of all, I would like to thank everyone who donated to our literary meeting. No. 1, Mr. Jia, 2000 taels of silver."

There was a round of applause below.

From Mr. Huang's reluctance to read the list of donors, Yan Zixiu could understand his conflicting feelings. On the one hand, he didn't like these rich and heartless people; on the other hand, he couldn't do without the support of these people.

After finally reading the name of the donor, Mr. Huang was relieved, and finally reached the stage of free expression: "Everyone, this donation is a total of 200 taels of silver. After deducting expenses and the reserve fund for the next literary meeting, there are 4000 taels As the lottery of this literary fair. Among them, the first prize is 2000 taels, No.21000 taels, and No.3500 taels. There are five encouragement awards, each with 100 taels. I hope everyone will play to their own level and strive to win the first prize.”