Chapter 92: No matter how you talk about your mind, no saints can be said about your mind (1)

When the Yao Sheng thought about the possibility that the man was still there, it was a little difficult to calm down.

He looked directly at Song Lanyi, hesitated for a moment before tentatively tentatively, "Has anyone ever taught you your Yin-Yang Way?"

When Song Lanyi heard this, she smiled bitterly, "If someone teaches me, that's fine."

The way of yin and yang is already obscure, and Song Lanyi also took time to read books little by little, and thus achieved such little success.

When the Yao Sheng said that it was impossible not to be disappointed.

But he immediately thought of a more serious problem.

The Medicine Saint frowned, "It's not right for you to continue like this. One way of practice depends on the essence, not the breadth. If you touch all the paths, wouldn't it mean that what you have learned is difficult to concentrate your mind on the same path?"

Song Lanyi also knew about this problem.

But...she has her own ideas.

She couldn't help but speak out, "Teacher, I know your worries. But... do you know what's going on in this dream space?"

The Medicine Saint was choking and couldn't speak.

As a saint, he could not see through this dream space at all.

Only then could Song Lanyi continue, "Teacher, my way is a little strange. It seems to have a complementary effect with this dream space."

The wider the scope of what Song Lanyi learned, the deeper the understanding of some famous scholars in his previous life, the easier it is to accumulate talent, and the more able to summon heroes from other worlds.

The Medicine Saint is still a little unbelievable. Is there such a coincidence in this world?

Could it be that Song Lanyi is still a famous scholar?

After thinking about it, he didn't say much in the end.

The road is always taken out by himself. He is not Song Lanyi himself, and he does not fully understand her situation. Rampantly interfering with her path may only harm Song Lanyi.

Moreover, even if something goes wrong, Song Lanyi is still young and has room for mediation.

The environment became quiet again.

Since the dream, after three times of rooster crowing, Song Lanyi put down the "Medicine Sutra" that had turned to the last page, and rubbed her temples that were swollen and painful due to excessive use of her brain.

She looked at the manuscript next to her and suddenly remembered something. She sorted out a thick stack of manuscripts and handed them to the saint of Medicine.

At first, the Yao Sheng thought it was a reading note. When he opened it casually, he saw a few big words on it - "Medical Common Knowledge Prevention and Control Manual - Infectious Diseases"

“According to the route of infection, it can be divided into the following categories:”

"One, intestinal infectious diseases: cholera, dysentery, typhoid fever..."

"Two, respiratory infectious diseases: diphtheria, rubella..."

The Medicine Saint frowned, looking at the contents, he was a little puzzled at first.

Why is Song Lanyi necessary to write this familiar thing, or in such a plain way?

And behind each disease, we will use the simplest language to talk about the simplest way to prevent and treat this disease.

Just as I watched, the Medicine Saint suddenly became enlightened.

In this era when scholars were prevalent, the atmosphere was good and the language style was obscure. It seemed that only when the obscure writing was, the fewer people knew, and the more professional terms, the more it was said that this was a good book.

However, in addition to many scholars, there are more ordinary people who have worked hard all their lives, have only been decades of years and have no talent.

They have no access to high-end literary works, and they cannot understand these things.

They are at the bottom of the board and have too few channels of contact.

The high-ranking scholars call them foolish people.

There is no trace of them in the daily newspapers.

But it is these people who work diligently at sunrise and rest at sunset, supporting the huge dynasty.

Song Lanyi's most basic and concise medical information that scholars look down upon is exactly what they need.

The Medicine Saint looked at the stack of information and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "I am not as good as you..."

Song Lanyi shook her head, "Teacher, I am not that great either. If you are rich, you will benefit the world; if you are poor, you will be safe. I am weak. The reason why I do these is not so much for the sake of the people of the world, but for myself."

At this stage, Song Lanyi is really greedy for those talents.

But the Medicine Saint shook his head, "Everything is about deeds, no matter the heart, there is no saint in the world. Even if it is me, there is still selfish intention in doing things, but as long as the result is good, that is enough."

Song Lanyi felt that she had learned something.

The Medicine Saint smoothed the manuscript paper in his hand, "What did you think of this thing?"

Song Lanyi had nothing to hide in front of her teacher, "Teacher, I need a lot of talent. I want to publish this thing, do you think it's okay?"

Song Lanyi actually didn't give much hope.

After all, the teacher doesn't look that good.

The Medicine Saint listened to this as... Hey, the teacher is so awesome. Please, please, please put her manuscript in the most famous newspaper so that everyone in the world can see it!

It is rare for a little disciple to ask him to do things, what can he do?

Must be included in the newspaper!

Isn’t his name known as the Medicine Saint yet?

If the group of people in Wenbao dare not publish it, he would personally go to Shangjing from the south!

Yao Sheng put the manuscript down and sweared, "Don't worry, with me here, this is right!"

Song Lanyi's eyelids twitched slightly.

Why does it feel...not very reliable?

But at this time, the Medicine Saint was already in a hurry to go offline.

Before leaving, he vaguely said: "You can go through Shanhaijing boldly. After you pass the first three levels with the medicine path, you can also use the Yin-Yang path to pass the first three levels!"

Song Lanyi thought about this sentence and felt a little itchy. He wanted to pull the teacher back and ask carefully. If he passed the barrier twice, would he have two rewards?

Withdrawing from the dream space, Song Lanyi had woken up from the bed in a blink of an eye.

Because she was still preparing to go to the mountains and sea mirrors to pass the barriers, she did not recite scriptures and write policy statements in the morning, but washed up early and went to the largest martial arts training ground at her mansion.

Butler Wang got up early and opened his eyes, he saw Song Lanyi's figure. His eyes lit up. He was about to go from a saint in the sky to thank the 18th generation of the Song family.

He was about to howl, but the lady finally walked out of the room today and stopped studying!

But then, he saw Song Lanyi pick up a millstone weighing thousands of pounds in one hand. Butler Wang rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

I’m dying for a young age. The lady doesn’t study and becomes a martial artist instead!

Butler Wang carefully moved to Song Lanyi's side and said with his white trembling lips, "Miss, why did you suddenly think of practicing martial arts?"

Practice martial arts?

Song Lanyi is not planning to specialize in martial arts, she is just exercising.

Besides, does she need to practice martial arts?

She has a blood vine and can provide feedback on her physical fitness. She just needs to cheat.

But at this moment, there was a hint of confusion on Song Lanyi's little face, "Uncle Wang, isn't it good to practice martial arts?"

More than just bad!

Anyone who has the conditions at home can learn literature. How could he think of becoming such a martial artist?

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