"Perhaps there is a person whose talent can be compared with yours! But his character and yours are completely different. You are a good boy." After Qu Yong punched him, Tianyi Lao Taoist sighed infinitely: "It's a pity, if

...If you have time to practice with me for three years, my lineage of true metaphors will definitely flourish in your hands!"

This is the second time that Qu Yong heard these four words, "One True Metaphor," from Taoist Priest Tian, ​​but the Taoist priest did not explain to Qu Yong what they meant.

"I also want to study here with the Taoist master for the rest of my life!" If Qu Yong had not been involved in worldly affairs, he would also like to follow the Taoist master and learn skills in the mountains. He felt that he had opened a mysterious palace, and the things inside were novel.

As for the excitement, he has become crazy obsessed with that feeling like a drug addict. "Taoist Master, this Xingyiquan only comes and goes with just a few moves. It is ordinary and ordinary, but the more I practice, the more I feel the aftertaste is endless. I feel that to be truly

I’m afraid it won’t be possible to understand Xingyiquan in just a few years.”

"Silly boy, you know that the great ways are the same and the great ways are simple," Tianyi said with a chuckle: "Of course, the supreme martial arts is never taught, but figured out by oneself!"

Qu Yong was moved and said: "Taoist Priest, you have really been troubled these days."

"Hey... my child, you are so filial." Taoist Priest Tian was also a little moved. He touched Qu Yong's head, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and said, "More than a month has passed. My child, starting from tomorrow, Ping Taoist Priest

You know the acupoints with acupuncture. Although you are not subject to my medical skills, you only need to pass on one acupuncture. With your understanding and intelligence, you should be able to understand something." The old Taoist said seriously: "Water can carry a boat and it can also overturn it. What do you want me to do?

Make good use of what you have learned. If you use what I teach to do evil in the future, I will personally go out and take back everything in my sect!" His words were extremely harsh!

Qu Yong said: "I remember."

Taoist priest Tian nodded, very satisfied, and said: "Okay, let's go cook. I've been hungry for a long time."

The next day, after completing the required homework, the old Taoist took out a set of silver needles as thin as an ox's hair and said: "What I'm going to teach you today is acupuncture. Our technique is called Fei Jing Qi.

Perform the Nine-Yang Count in first shallow and then deep steps, and cooperate with breathing to wait for the menstrual Qi, so it is called flying through the meridians to move the Qi. If you pass the festival to promote luck and use the Flying Meridian to move the Qi, there are four methods: that is, the blue dragon swings its tail

, the white tiger shakes its head, the green tortoise explores its cave, and the red phoenix welcomes the source."

Next, he explained in detail the treatment method based on the relationship between the five elements between the zang-fu organs and the deficiencies to replenish the mother and the actual purge of the children. This is because the five elements of Xingyiquan correspond to the five internal organs hiding the spirit, and acupuncture martial arts both

They complement each other and are even more effective.

From that day on, Qu Yong had one more thing to learn. In general, there are twelve meridians and three hundred and sixty-five collaterals in the human body, and all the blood and energy are on the face and go to the void. When martial arts novels are written about masters tapping acupuncture points, they will say: "

"This person recognizes acupuncture points very accurately and taps on such and such a point." In fact, this is a layman's imagination. If you really want to talk about acupuncture points, you must understand the meridians. There is a saying: "If you leave the acupuncture points, you will not leave the meridians." It means that a needle pricks

It doesn't matter if you don't hit the acupoint correctly when you go down. The important thing is to hit the meridians of this acupoint correctly.

Especially during fierce fights, everyone is different in height, short, fat, and thin. It is not as accurate to identify the acupuncture points as it is to identify the meridians. This method of flying through the meridians is unique. Qu Yong will prick himself with needles every day when he gets something.

Practice, this is also what the old Taoist said, before the patient is sick, he must be sick first, and the doctor must have the benevolence to endure the suffering of the spirit.

On this day, when Qu Yong was standing at the stake, suddenly a five-step snake glided by. He stretched out his hand, and the silver needle just stuck into its eye. After struggling for a moment, it died. He stayed for a long time, but he didn't expect the silver needle to be like this.

Overbearing, I secretly warned myself to use it carefully, but in the evening I made a bowl of snake soup for Taoist priest Tian. The Taoist couldn't help but taste the fishy taste, and the Taoist ate it very happily.

Qu Yong practiced for a few more days, and finally the two months were over.

Before leaving, Taoist Priest Tian gave Qu Yong his set of silver needles for self-defense, and also gave him a package, "The forty-nine patches of medicine wrapped in white cloth inside are for your father. Listen to me, Pindao."

Since his illness, I have been thinking hard. It is extremely difficult to cure Butterfly Spot. Pindao's Tongbi Ling plus Zhongqi Powder can only play a palliative role to help him get rid of his dependence on hormone treatment. It really needs to be eradicated.

, I still need to think of another way."

Qu Yong didn't expect the Taoist priest to be so concerned about his father's illness. He burst into tears and said, "Thank you, Taoist Master!"

"Chief Tian said again: "Child, the ones in the blue cloth are Dendrobium officinale from Lin'an Tianmu Mountain. They are worth a few dollars. Take them back and don't tell anyone. Sell them quietly to help support your family."

Qu Yong saw that the old Taoist was bringing out everything without asking for anything in return. The old Taoist was sincerely kind to him. He really had nothing to do in return, so he could only kowtow and say: "Taoist Master, although you don't let me call you master, in my heart

, you are my master, no, I should say you are like my grandfather!"

"If you really miss me, you must remember the twelve dignity of our family - Duan, Gong, Ren, Hao, Loyalty, Sincerity, Respect, Justice, Justice, Courage, Faith, and Virtue!" Taoist Tianyi!

Tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't bear to part with this upright and filial child, and said: "Go, child, if you are willing, come and stay for two more days during the winter vacation. I...I..." He said this, already

He choked up, he had been lonely for half his life, and suddenly he took in such a child. He was separated after only two days of getting along, and he really couldn't bear to part with it.

"Taoist Master!" Qu Yong hugged the old Taoist forcefully.

"Let's go, don't forget, Xingyiquan is just a cornerstone for you to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. You have to practice hard all the time, but you can never be complacent about Xingyiquan. Do you still remember Pindao's circle?"

Qu Yong nodded and said: "Remember, Taoist Priest, what is above the circle?"

"That's the way."

When Qu Yong came down the mountain, the pine tree seed had already sprouted. He said goodbye to Tian Taoist, and he clearly felt that the old Taoist was looking at him lovingly from behind. After walking far away, he gradually calmed down his excitement.

Today's Qu Yong is no longer what he used to be. His feet are steady and his eyes are introverted. Although he is rushing, his breathing is steady and long, without any wheezing. This is the authentic Xuanmen technique. Those so-called masters in the world can defeat him with one punch.

, watching the tigers and tigers flourishing, but an expert can tell at a glance from their breathing that the more they practice, the more injuries they get. It would be great to see those so-called boxing champions who can live past the age of fifty.

Qu Yong made a big circle and secretly went to Xiakou Town to buy a lot of things with the money his father gave him when he left. Then he came back in a minibus. When he got home, it was already time for dinner in the evening, and every household was smoking.

, he walked by and greeted every household.

Qu Yong's mother was cooking when she heard the word "Mom". She dropped the shovel and ran out without caring about the greasy apron. When she saw Qu Yong carrying large and small bags, she felt happy and distressed at the same time.

Dad Yong was much calmer and nodded to him, but the corners of his mouth were still a little twitching.

"Dad, I saw a famous Chinese doctor for you. He listened to your situation and prescribed some herbal medicine, which he said can help you get rid of hormones." As soon as Qu Yong entered the room, he immediately took out the white cloth bag and

It can be seen that Master Tianyi is very attentive. In his white cloth bag, each patch of medicine is carefully wrapped in yellow paper, and he puts the medicine on it to get the juice. One dose and two decoctions are taken every day.

Qu Yong's father has seen countless Chinese medicine doctors over the years and has long been disappointed with those famous doctors. "Aren't you wasting money? Now that Chinese medicine is so expensive, how much money can you make from your summer job? You bastard!"

"You brat, I know how to feel sorry for you. This is my son's filial piety. How can you, an old man, be like this?!" Qu Yong's mother refused. It's rare for her son to come home. He brought so many things and bought medicine for his father. How wonderful.

With filial piety, she took the white cloth bag and said to Qu Yong: "Don't worry, son, I will boil the medicine after dinner. If your father doesn't eat it, I will use a rolling pin to stuff him down..."

"What are you doing?" Qu Yong's dad scratched his neck and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't take it. The brat bought it for me. It must be good medicine! Come on, brat, tell me what you're doing these days.

I’m working during the summer vacation, and my skin looks a lot darker!”

"I've lost a lot of weight!"

Qu Yong has indeed tanned a lot in the past two months, but his dark skin shines with a healthy glow. He is not that kind of handsome boy, but he has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, and there is no excess fat on his body. He looks very energetic.

The next day, Qu Yong didn’t go anywhere. He just stayed at home with his parents for the whole day. Qu Yong’s mother didn’t go to work either. She was busy preparing the things that Qu Yong would take back to school, and even bought some special things.

Apple means peace and tranquility.

When Qu Yong was about to go out in the early morning, his mother held three sticks of incense and asked him to pay homage to the Earth God in the main hall, the Stove Lord in the hall, and the Heaven and Earth outside the gate. Then she packed a big travel bag and walked through the main gate.

He walked out to wait for the minibus. Last time, Uncle Li sold the pangolin for tens of thousands of yuan. This was because of the underground trade, so the price was kept low. This time when he went out, his father gave him two thousand yuan, the same sentence.

Well, how can a man not take some money with him when he goes out?

Qu Yong's home is far away from the city of Quzhou. He changed cars several times and the journey took three and a half hours. Looking at the scenery passing by outside the car, he suddenly felt as if he was in a dream. If he hadn't been able to clearly

He felt so much strength in his body that he didn't believe it was all true.

Quzhou Medical College is located on Sanqu Road in Kecheng New District. Qu Yong is studying clinical medicine, which is what people call Western medicine. When he walked into the dormitory carrying a military green travel bag, Boss Cao was playing on the computer and saw Qu Yong.

He opened the door and came in, saying hello: "Brother Xiaoyong is finally here. I'm almost bored to death by myself."

Boss Cao is a nickname, because he is a real rich second generation, and he is very loyal, so everyone calls him boss. He is familiar with various e-sports games, especially CS. He is a good hand at sniping and hitting heads all day long

He was playing endlessly at home, and his mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she sent him back to school early.

"Boss, haven't Bumblebee and Fatty come yet?" Qu Yong casually asked the other two classmates in the dormitory while putting away his luggage. Everyone in their dormitory had a nickname. For example, Qu Yong was called Brother Xiaoyong, Cao

The boss is called Boss because he is rich, and Bumblebee is because his surname is Huang. When he was a freshman, he always talked about Transformers in the dormitory, so everyone gave him such a name. And Fatty, the simplest.

Because he is fat.

"Oh no!" Boss Cao became furious when he heard these two names. He threw the mouse and said angrily: "These two bastards agreed to come to school with me early to play hacker and CS, but here I am, right?"

, they don’t even have a ghost!”

"oh."

"How about..." Boss Cao suddenly said: "Brother Xiaoyong, give me a hand? How about I take you with me!?"

Qu Yong shook his head and said, "It's not like you don't know that I don't know how to play."
Chapter completed!