It was quiet all night, and it was not until early in the morning that Xue Hong slowly stopped his practice and exhaled a breath: "Huh... Although the Dahuangting has been completed, the further you go, the harder it becomes. To become a land immortal from Zhixuan,
I don’t know how long it will take.”
A divine light flashed in Xue Hong's beautiful red phoenix eyes, and the next moment, a small potted plant placed in the house shattered instantly.
"In the Zhixuan Realm, the mystery at the fingertips is true. In the eyes of ordinary people, I am no different from a god now."
Xue Hong: "If you want to reach the limit of Zhixuan, you need hard work, which cannot be achieved in a day. But if you want to break through the realm of land gods, you need a lot of luck..."
As Da Huang Ting is the supreme Wudang Kung Fu, it is impossible not to have qualifications! If Xue Hong had not started practicing it when he was a baby, he might not have been able to master it even if he was in his seventies or eighties.
For at least sixteen years, Xue Hong has never seen anyone other than him who is capable of cultivating Dahuangting. The same goes for Xue Baochai, the heroine of Red Mansion.
Xue Hong stood up from the bed and patted the non-existent dust on his body: "The fastest way to gain luck is to enter the court, but you don't necessarily have to compete with those guys for power..."
Xue Hong smiled as she thought about her plans over the past three years.
Squeak! The door of Xue Hong's room opened again, and Xue Baochai walked in with three maids, carrying a basin, a towel, a bowl of porridge and several plates of side dishes.
Xue Baochai looked at Xue Hong standing in the room, his eyes widened with a smile: "Brother Hong still wakes up so early."
Xue Hong was a little surprised. Now that it is no more ugly, it is equivalent to about three o'clock. At this time, the sun is just about to rise. Xue Baochai actually got up early and prepared breakfast. With such thoughts, it is no wonder that Xue Baochai is ranked first among the twelve hairpins.
Xue Baochai knew that Xue Hong didn't like having others serve her, and she didn't like strangers touching her, so she asked the maid to put down her things and left.
After Xue Hong washed himself with water, he took the towel from Xue Baochai and wiped it: "Baochai, thank you for your hard work."
Xue Baochai smiled sweetly: "Brother Hong, I still know your habits. You get up at a certain time every day. It has never changed in so many years."
Mr. Xue has always been very proud of the fact that he picked up a precious son like Xue Hong when he went out, but he was not good at all. He was not a womanizer and had a serious mental disorder.
It's okay to say that you are a mysophobic person, but what's the matter with a young man from a big family who doesn't like women! How can you spread your family's influence if you don't like women? How can you pass on your good genes?
Before Mr. Xue passed away, besides hoping that Xue Hong could protect Xue Pan and Xue Baochai, his biggest wish was to see Xue Hong get engaged.
But Xue Hong made a vow from an early age to follow the Tao all his life. Although he did not become a monk, he did not want to marry.
At the beginning, Mr. Xue could talk about Xue Hong by saying, "Everything is low-grade, but reading is good."
As a result, Xue Hong was born a boy at the age of nine and a scholar at the age of twelve. From then on, Mr. Xue completely ignored Xue Hong's study of Taoism. He wanted to take care of it, but how?
It's like a modern genius boy. Although he usually doesn't do homework, doesn't read textbooks very much, and still likes singing, dancing, rap, and basketball, he is the best in all subjects.
Is there anything the parents can say? I can’t say anything.
Xue Baochai and Xue Hong sat down together, holding their chins and watching Xue Hong eating breakfast.
The white, thick and glutinous rice porridge was served with a flawless white porcelain spoon.
Xue Baochai unknowingly wandered into the sky, and his thoughts flew into his long-standing dream.
"Baochai, Baochai..."
The call brought Xue Baochai back to his senses. Xue Baochai said calmly: "Brother Hong, what's wrong?"
Xue Hong: "I've finished eating. Baochai, you should take a rest before dawn."
Xue Baochai: "What about you, Brother Hong?"
Xue Hong: "I made an appointment with Mr. Chen, and I have some things to deal with. It may take some time, as short as three to five days, or as long as ten days and a month."
Xue Baochai was a little surprised. After all, in her impression, Xue Hong could be regarded as an otaku. Except for occasionally taking her and Xue Pan out for outings and handling things, he rarely went out.
Xue Hong gave Xue Baochai a few more instructions and then stood up and left.
After leaving Xue's Mansion, I went straight to a silk and satin shop. It was obviously the Chou Festival, and it stands to reason that silk and satin shops would not normally open at this time, but this shop had the middle door wide open, and the people in the house got up early.
lantern.
Xue Hong walked directly in, and then went straight to the back room of the shop. No one in the shop stopped him.
As soon as they entered the back room, they saw two teenagers about the same age as Xue Hong sitting on the table, holding a sweet potato in their hands and gnawing on it without any appearance.
One of the boys was like a husky having fun, half of his face was covered in sweet potato batter.
When the two saw Xue Hong coming in, they grinned: "Junchen, you are here! Come on, come on! These are the sweet potatoes that have just ripened this year. They are very sweet. Sit down quickly and have a taste together."
Xue Hong looked at the two people with fingers and faces covered everywhere, and did not approach them. He stood there and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I brought back enough seeds, otherwise the two of you would have been killed before we could even promote the sowing."
This guy ate it all secretly."
Three years ago, Xue Hong had just left the government. In order to better understand the structure of the human body, to facilitate the movement of Qi and to create moves, he worked as a doctor for a period of time.
In the beginning, he just provided free diagnoses and prescriptions for the common people. After all, no one could trust an unknown young man or a high-ranking official.
About a month later, Xue Hong became famous because he made no mistakes in diagnosis and would thoughtfully provide the people with the cheapest treatment plan.
Gradually, many wealthy businessmen also began to ask Xue Hong to come to their homes for treatment. However, wealthy businessmen needed a consultation fee of 10 taels to start, and for difficult and complicated diseases, it would cost 100 taels.
At first, many stingy wealthy businessmen were reluctant, but Xue Hong told the public: "The poor have poor prescriptions, and the rich naturally have rich prescriptions. If anyone can't afford it, I can give them the poor prescription for free."
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Once this was said, there was no objection.
And Xue Hong often used the medical fees to help some poor people who couldn't even afford medicine.
Chen Chen was an acquaintance of Xue Hong when he was a doctor. At that time, Chen Chen came to Jinling from his hometown to visit, but soon fell ill due to acclimatization.
At first, when Xue Hong came to the house for treatment, Chen Chen still couldn't believe it. After all, which famous doctor doesn't look like a white-bearded grandfather. As a result, after a few injections by Xue Hong, most of Chen Chen's symptoms were cured. In an instant, Chen Chen was convinced.
Make a friend.
Of course, according to Chen Chen himself, medical skills are still secondary. The main thing is to have a good-looking friend like Xue Hong, who can go out and brag to gain face (??˙▽˙??)!
As for the sixth prince, the process of getting to know Xue Hong was even more interesting. Among all the princes, the sixth prince Zhu Xie was the only one recognized as an outsider who would not compete for the throne.
This world is very strange. Zhu Qizhen actually died of illness in Wala! Zhu Qiyu worked hard to save Ming Dynasty. Zhu Qiyu is Zhu Jie's great ancestor, that is, his grandfather's grandfather.
Therefore, everyone, even the emperor, was happy to let Zhu Xie relax. When an official went to inspect some good place in the south of the Yangtze River, the emperor would let Zhu Xie follow him for a stroll.
One time when Zhu Jie was visiting Jinling, he met Xue Hong who was treating the people. This guy thought Xue Hong was a liar and went to look for trouble.
Naturally, Xue Hong didn't tolerate him. He threw out all the silver needles and directly pricked Zhu Xie into a hedgehog. Several of the accompanying guards were also immobilized by Xue Hong with the silver needles.
After asking about the reason, Xue Hong was angry and funny, so he let Zhu Xie and his party go.
As a result, within a few days, Zhu Jie came directly to his door, taking the prefect of Jinling with him, directly identifying himself and asking to become his disciple.
This left Xue Hong quite speechless. In the end, after Zhu Xie climbed on the wall, knocked on the door in the middle of the night and harassed him in various shameless ways, Xue Hong agreed to give Zhu Xie his skill in flying needle acupoints, but he was not his master.
Finally, a chance encounter led to Chen Chen and Zhu Bie getting to know each other and forming the Jinling idle duo.
One of these two was the sixth prince, and the other was the direct son of the Chen family, a millennium-old family. Their backgrounds couldn't be more advanced. In addition, the two of them didn't do anything to bully men and dominate women, so everyone just let the two of them do whatever they wanted.
Two years ago, Xue Hong came to two people and told them about a plant called sweet potato, which can produce more than 3,000 kilograms per mu, and can reach 5,000 kilograms with careful cooking in some fields. The two of them instantly felt like they had been injected with chicken blood, and they hurriedly asked
Where is this crop located?
Xue Hong told them that it was in Luzon, and drew a picture of its appearance and characteristics and gave it to the two of them, asking them to find a way to get the sweet potato back.