Chapter 93 Conditions for a new generation of medicine kings
Baicaoshi talked about Mo Feizhan's situation.
The green-headed man became more and more ugly as he heard it, and finally blew his beard and stared at his eyes and slapped his thigh, "This traitor is not doing his job properly, and he spends all day thinking of ways to harm others. It is in vain for my painstaking efforts to cultivate him."
Baicao Poetry sees the green-headed man cursing and spitting stars flying around. It seems that this unlucky senior brother who exists in the population is indeed a character of personal anger. "Master, your apprentice..."
Is it convenient to reveal something? The gossip mind of the direct disciple is at work again.
Unexpectedly, the green-headed man suddenly shouted, "Baicaoshi, kneel down!"
Wait, the unlucky brother made a mistake, the master punished the wrong person. While she was in a daze, the green-headed man said: "Didn't you want to join my lineage of the Qingnang Sect Medicine King Gu? Why, now you regret it?"
In the past, although Baicaoshi has been calling her master lazily, the real ceremony of apprenticeship has never been done. She is also not used to kneeling back and forth. However, she was relieved when she thought that modern Chinese medicine is actually a master-apprentice system, and many ancient skills are passed down by word of mouth. Kneeling down secretly, he called out sweetly, "Master, I am honored by my disciple Baicaoshi. Our sect is called Qingnangmen. It's a very impressive name!"
The green-headed man raised his proud head, "The patriarch of Qingnangmen wrote a book called "Qingnangshu", which is why later generations call themselves Qingnangmen. Until my ancestor discovered the Valley of the King of Medicine..."
Baicaoshi only felt his brain humming, how many coincidences are there in this world?
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Hua Tuo, a genius doctor, wrote "Book of Qing Nang". Later, Cao Cao became seriously ill and invited Hua Tuo. Hua Tuo proposed the method of craniotomy. Cao Cao thought Hua Tuo wanted to harm him, so he put him in prison. There was a jailer who gave Hua Tuo wine and meat every day. Hua Tuo knew that he was going to die soon, so he entrusted the "Book of Green Bags" to the jailer, hoping that the medicine he had studied all his life would be passed on to future generations. However, the "Qing Nang Shu" was lost later.
Is this "Qing Nang Shu" Hua Tuo's "Qing Nang Shu"? She clearly remembered that the green man had said that his surname was Hua. If he is a descendant of Hua Tuo, this world is not just empty.
"Master, is the "Qing Nang Shu" still alive? Is there any record of Mafeisan and Wuqinxi?" Baicaoshi's eyes were burning.
The green-headed man rolled his eyes, "You don't have to care about those things in the sect now. To become a descendant of my Qingnang sect Yaowanggu, two conditions are required: first, clean up the sect, and kill the scum disciple Schisandra chinensis. Named disciple."
Schisandra, a Chinese herbal medicine, the name of the unlucky brother is quite interesting.
It's just, "Why, only after the sect has been cleared are you considered a registered disciple?" She has always regarded herself as a direct disciple.
Green-headed Weng raised his second finger, "If you want to become a direct disciple, you need to activate the second condition, that is, go through the nine miasmas and nine poisons of the Medicine King Valley alone, and get the approval of the Guardian Beast. You are a new generation of Medicine King."
Baicaoshi opened her mouth wide, incredulous. "Nine miasmas and nine poisons, master, the Valley of the Medicine Kings is the cave of dragons and tigers? Also, what is the Guardian Beast of the Valley of Medicine Kings? I don't want to become a new generation of Medicine Kings either. I'm enough to be your disciple."
Green-headed Weng Dingding looked at Baicao Poetry, and said earnestly, "Shi Shi, you know that where elixir grows, there must be spirit beasts guarding it. Therefore, there are more than one guardian beasts in the Valley of the Medicine King. With your current skills and abilities, pass through the Valley of the Medicine King. The test is still too difficult. At least detoxification is your weakness. You can learn from me in a registered form."
"Master?"
All right, just register your name, Baicaoshi doesn't care about those nonsensical things, it's true if you can learn the skills.
"Why are you standing there? Don't you want to make good use of this opportunity for the poison test body delivered to your door? That's a great master, and his tolerance to poison must have reached an unprecedented level. You can just try a few more poisons!"
Baicaoshi feels that the three views have been refreshed again.
What about the great doctors who promised to be sincere, skilled and benevolent?
If Grand Master Mo Feizhan knew that he was being treated as a guinea pig, what would he think?
It's very exciting to think about it.
When the green-headed man appeared in the consulting room, Mo Feizhan's eyes lit up with hope. This is a very strong intuition.
"My master." Baicaoshi explained.
Mo Feizhan directly performed the cross-hand salute, which was the highest salute in the Great Yan Dynasty. "Grandmaster."
After the green-headed man cut Mo Feizhan's pulse, Zhenyilou asked, "Master, can it be cured?"
The green-headed man was sticking to his beard, and was unpredictable, "Huh, the poison-making skills have improved. But, it's okay, Baicao Poetry, remember the recipe."
When Baicaoshi got the prescription, she was about to vomit blood. Where the master prescribes is detoxification, it is clearly highly toxic, and the experiment on mice has begun.
Thank you all for your support, watching the rapid growth of book friends, Yanshui is so happy.
There are about one or two chapters left, Baicaoshi and Zheyu are about to change maps, and the next stop is Wanzhou Kunming Academy.
There will be a wider world, and there will be outstanding students from various countries. What kind of adventures will the poetry-reciting CP have?
PS: Regarding Baicaoshi and Ying Zhexu, Yanshui originally gave them the CP of plants and trees. But some babies say that chanting poems is good for CP. In some places, the front nasal sound and the back nasal sound are not very clear. If you win, you read it as chanting. Yanshui thinks it is very poetic.
What do you think?
(end of this chapter)