The whole family of the three surnames had something to worry about. Fang Qingshi served Ji Ranchen diligently and took good care of everything. This made Ji Ranchen feel very satisfied. She had rarely lived such a normal life in her life.
Fang Qinghe went out early the next morning. She couldn't wait. Sister had prepared the shop, and she had to find more people to go into the mountains to collect herbs.
Fang Jing'an gave Shen Liangyu acupuncture. The day of application was tomorrow at noon. Before that, Shen Liangyu had to take a medicinal bath and perform two acupuncture sessions.
Ji Ranchen was busy writing what he had learned throughout his life, while Fang Qingshi found needle and thread to bind it into a book.
The two masters and apprentices were silent, except for the sound of pen falling on paper and thread threading through staples.
"I have memories of the next fifty years." Fang Qingshi said softly.
Ji Ranchen's hand shook, and a drop of ink fell on the white paper, smearing out, and he suddenly became enlightened.
He would feel incredible when he heard this sentence, but it solved all his mysteries just right. Ji Ranchen picked up the ink-stained paper and put it aside, and said lightly: "So you found me, save me." You have Zhu Yuhong and Liangyu, but you still refuse to leave the Li family?"
Fang Qingshi nodded gently: "It was too late when I found the master last time."
Ji Ranchen raised the corners of his lips, a ray of sunlight shone on his thin cheeks, and his voice became a little lighter: "The fate between our master and apprentice is so deep."
"Yes." Fang Qingshi took the scissors and cut the rope, put the bound incense booklet on the table, and gently smoothed out the curled corners: "Master, can you guess the first thing I learned from you? What’s your craft?”
Ji Ranchen chuckled and said, "It's the incense."
"There's no point in winning more by just guessing." Fang Qingshi glanced at Ji Ranchen quickly, and when she saw his smiling face, her heart suddenly felt at peace, and she said softly: "I didn't embarrass the master. The spice business is very big. , the Li family became the richest family in Qinghe Prefecture."
Ji Ranchen turned his head to look at Fang Qingshi, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of her hair, and sighed lovingly: "It took a lifetime of hard work."
"Yes, it's tragic. When I was old and weak, I was sent to a prison to die." Fang Qingshi said aggrievedly.
With a click, the pen in Ji Ranchen's hand broke.
Putting down the broken pen, Ji Ranchen picked up another pen and dipped enough ink into the inkstone: "It's Master's fault for not protecting my good disciple."
Fang Qingshi burst into tears instantly. She came to Ji Ranchen's side, leaned against him, and said in a choked voice: "Master, don't leave your disciple behind this time, okay? You see, I have been practicing for so many years." The shredded chicken wontons are delicious, and I’m a good cook, so I can eat whatever I want.”
Ji Ranchen knew that he couldn't write anymore, so he followed Fang Qingshi's back: "Ah Shi, if you hadn't found me, I would have had no way of living. I would have died quietly in that cave without passing on my legacy. My ability, even if some people think of my old bones, they won’t be able to find them even if they want to collect my body.”
"No, Master has always been with me." Fang Qingshi's regrets about his master, which he had kept in his heart for the rest of his life, and which he could not make up for even after learning cooking skills, turned into a stream at this moment. Endless tears.
Ji Ranchen nodded: "Master has no regrets. Last time I learned how to make incense, and this time I learned poison techniques. Master is blessed to have you three as his apprentices."
Fang Qingshi reached out and pinched Ji Ranchen's sleeve: "Master, I saw Zhu Hengshan and his daughter getting along in Qingwa Village. I was very envious. I want to be with Master like their father and daughter, so that you can enjoy it." The joy of family relationships allows disciples to have something to rely on."
"Silly boy, you still can't see through the things in this world? Be obedient and study the art of poisoning. The secrets of medicine are all in the art of poisoning." Ji Ranchen took a handkerchief and wiped Fang Qingshi's tears: "No.
You must have cried, as a teacher I will look down on people whose tears are worthless."
Fang Qingshi wiped her tears.
Ji Ranchen nodded, picked up a pen and began to draw a map on the paper: "This is where the medical door is located. There are only three people in the world who know about it. This is the master's home. There is a medicine valley where the best medicinal materials in the world are obtained.
It’s endless.”
After drawing the map, he blew it gently and waited for the ink to dry. He folded it carefully and placed it in Fang Qingshi's hand: "That place is the treasure that Master left to you three brothers and sisters and Liangyu."
Fang Qingshi's eyes were red again, and she held back her tears under Ji Ranchen's gaze.
Ji Ranchen narrowed his eyes slightly: "I, Ji Ranchen's disciple, need to be upright and above all clear about grievances and grievances. To get revenge, we must eradicate the roots, and to repay kindness, we must devote all our strength. In this life, you can't escape a dream, but there are seven emotions and six desires.
You have to taste the same thing several times."
Fang Qingshi whispered: "Disciple, I remember."
"Although you are still the wife of the Li family, you can take revenge in three years. After three years, we will be a human guest as happy as gods. With a perfect body and a wishful husband," Ji Ranchen said calmly.
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Fang Qingshi asked in shock: "Master, can you see all this?"
"Xiao Dao'er." Ji Ranchen didn't say, if the emperor had not lost his virtue, if the Shen family had not been robbed, every hair in the door could protect his little apprentice, so why would he let her work so hard?
Bu Muzuan, but also bound by those harmful rules?
"Master, do you think it's okay for me to write?" Fang Qingshi was reluctant to leave Ji Ranchen because he was too tired.
Ji Ranchen nodded: "Let me see how capable you are."
Fang Qingshi sat down, picked up his pen and glanced at Ji Ranchen.
Ji Ranchen began to talk about Zhu Youshu, looking at Fang Qingshi's beautiful hairpins in regular script, with many strokes and strong muscles, and a proud character.
Looking at the firm look on her face, she felt much more at ease. She might have told the truth because she was afraid that she would die suddenly and not know anything about it anymore.
As everyone knows, Zhu Youshu, Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate, Nine Needles of Huiyang, etc., which have been passed down from ancient times, contain too many Tao, Yin and Yang, Five Elements, and Four Seasons that the world does not know at all. These are all used in medicine.
The basic skill is that people only believe what they see with their eyes.
"Master, do you still need to practice internal skills?" Fang Qingshi asked doubtfully.
Ji Ranchen retracted his thoughts: "The talisman in Zhu Youshu, the communication ability of the thirteen ghost gate needles, the borrowing power of the nine Huiyang needles, cannot be learned without internal strength, this skill will make your wooden body stunned
I’m going to learn from my elder brother. If I don’t have thirty or fifty years, I’m afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything.”
Fang Qingshi:......!!!
What Master said is absolutely correct and cannot be refuted.
"Write it all down, and wait for someone who is destined to take over as a teacher and accept the disciples, and pass it on." Ji Ranchen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "It takes a talented person, otherwise the teacher will not always provide guidance, and the learning will be wrong.
It’s all gone.”
Fang Qingshi pursed her lips and asked tentatively: "Master, can I learn?"