There are injustices in the world, so I show off my reputation as a hero.
Xia did not always exist, nor will it disappear inexplicably. Since the rise of the princes in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the collapse of ritual and music, Xia talents have stood out. It has been passed down to later generations and gradually has many uses.
To assassinate the Qin Dynasty, leave the Yi River, and save the Zhao Dynasty with a golden mallet, they can be said to be the origin of chivalrous figures in the world. In the Qin, Han, Jin and Wei dynasties, if the dynasty was ruthless and abused the people, there would often be chivalrous men wielding swords, beheading the faint king at the top, and executing them at the bottom.
Nie Chen. The world is divided and reunited, and dynasties are changing. More and more knights have become knights, and knights have become knights. They are mixed in the rolling torrent, driving the rise and fall...
After listening to this, Su Mian pondered for a long time and couldn't help but praise: "Xi'er, it's very rare for you to have such an insight at your age. I just hope that before you go on a heroic mission in the future, you will think more about your hard work.
Mother, you can save others from fire and water, but you must also protect yourself from danger.
I see that the black air between your brows has not dissipated, and I am worried that the poison of the 'Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle' may hide something weird. You might as well ask Auntie to take a look, so as not to leave any hidden dangers!"
While talking, Su Mian moved lightly and walked in front of Yang Chaoxi. She first picked up his left arm, put a few fingers on his wrist, and felt it carefully for a long time. Then she picked up his right arm and checked the pulse in the same way.
, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Chaoxi said in surprise: "Auntie is very skilled in diagnosing pulses. If you had been willing to practice more Qihuang techniques when the trail was still in the mountains, you wouldn't have bothered Auntie to take action today!"
Su Mian smiled and said: "It's just a long-term illness that has healed."
He turned to the side and said, "Looking at the pulse is fine. I just don't know what kind of poison was put on the 'Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle'. It can paralyze half of a person's body in an instant, but then it will be over again in an instant."
No harm to life."
Su Juanjuan had supported Carpenter Liu, lured Zheng Liulang and Du Shazhou, and quietly slipped to the back hall to treat the wound. So at this time, only Zhang Zhangyou was left in the front hall of the shop.
Seeing Su Mian open his mouth, he immediately reached down and quickly pulled out a silver needle from Yang Chaoxi's calf. He first put it on the light and roasted it for a while, then put it under his nose and took a slight sniff, revealing a clear look:
"Haha! If it is poison next to it, Xiao Ke may not recognize it. However, this silver needle is shiny and has a quiet smell. It must be quenched 'mandala seed oil'. This oil is made from mandala seeds.
, is both a good medicine and a strange poison. The poisoned area will be numbed quickly, and the poison will spread along the skin, flesh, and meridians until it spreads throughout the whole body. If the amount of poison is not large and there is no antidote, it will self-resolve after twelve hours; but if
If the amount of poison is large enough, or if it falls into the hands of the enemy after being poisoned, it will be a disaster."
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but wondered: "Everyone in the world said that the Tang Sect was the best in the world in using poisons, and the 'Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle' was a notorious hidden weapon. How could it only be tempered with some Mongolian sweat medicine? Could it be that the Tang Sect disciples would show mercy when they took action?
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Zhang Zhangyou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "What you said, Young Master Yang, is wrong! People in the Tang Sect have always acted both righteously and ungodly. The reason why they didn't shoot you on the spot was to save silver needles and to use you."
Come to drag down the "Four Lowly Friends" so that they can be exterminated. If there are twice as many "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needles", your legs will be useless; if there are ten times more, the gods will not be able to save you."
Yang Zhaoxi only felt a coldness rising from her tailbone and going straight to her back, causing her whole body to shiver: "It turns out that the human heart is more poisonous than poison. If Daxia Zhang hadn't taken action today, my four brothers and sisters and I would have
I'm afraid I'll lose all my business in Yingchuan."
With that said, he took out the porcelain bottle that contained the antidote, handed it to Zhang Zhang, and said, "Master Zhang, can you smell the ingredients of this extremely bitter antidote?"
Zhang Dayou took it and smelled it, then handed it back and said charmingly: "Does Young Master Yang want to take the medicine according to the prescription and boil it into a decoction for emergencies?"
Yang Chaoxi scratched his head and said: "Be prepared and be prepared! If one day the six disciples of the Tang Sect are hit with flying needles and harm others, you can use the antidote to save them."
Zhang Zhangyou nodded and said with a smile: "It's hard for you to think about the long term. Haha! This antidote is not complicated. It only requires four coins of mung beans, two coins of honeysuckle, one coin of forsythia, three bowls of water, simmer over low heat until it becomes a thick paste, and let it dry until
Let it cool slightly. Add appropriate amounts of borneol, mint juice, and sesame oil to make it thick, then pour it into a bottle and store it."
After hearing this, Yang Zhaoxi stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, clasped his fists and said, "I would like to thank Daxia Zhang for answering my questions. Just now I have been working hard, but I feel that my body is gradually recovering, and Aunt Su and Daxia Zhang are worried!"
Su Mian smiled hurriedly and waved her hands: "Xi'er, don't be polite anymore. It's getting late, so you two will rest for the night in the room where Qiao Niang takes a nap during the day. How about getting up tomorrow and making tea and chatting?"
When Yang Chaoxi and Zhang Duyou heard this, they immediately said "Naohuo" and then, under Su Mian's guidance, they walked through the back hall and entered a spacious courtyard.
The east side of the courtyard is full of sweet sounds and the candles are shining brightly. It is obviously the residence of the female apprentices in the Chaoyuan cloth shop. There are only two rooms in the west side of the courtyard, one big and one small. The big one has lights and candles. Su
Juanjuan, Zheng Liulang's conversation came from inside, and he was obviously still treating Liu Carpenter's injuries.
The guests did as they pleased. The two of them were not picky and went straight into the smaller room.
The two of them did not hold a lamp, but took off their shoes and shoes in the dim light coming from the window, patted their sore feet, and sat down on a small wooden couch. Immediately, a faint fragrance came from behind.
Turning around, I saw a vaguely square quilt, with a cool pillow made of bamboo strips pressed on it. A silk handkerchief and a round fan were placed on the side of the pillow. The aroma came from there. It was indeed a woman's boudoir.
There are only so many things.
Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but take a deep breath, and felt refreshing. Unexpectedly, his calf hit the wooden couch, and the pain made him tremble all over, and he grinned. Only then did he remember that there were some silver needles on his calf that he had not yet pulled out, so he had to
He turned to Zhang Zhang and said:
"I'm sorry, Sir Zhang... go to the next door to borrow some gold sore medicine and plain gauze. These silver needles must be taken out early to avoid pus and sores."
Zhang Youyou couldn't laugh or cry: "Young Shaoxia Yang can be regarded as a romantic man who has been to the Courtesan's House. Why did he enter a little girl's boudoir and get so carried away? He even forgot about his leg injury!"
While talking, he sat up again, touched the lamp, and lit it. Ignoring Yang Chaoxi's hesitation, he hesitated to speak, opened the curtain and went out.
After a while, I returned to the house again, only to see that Yang Zhaoxi had reluctantly pulled out the silver needle, rolled up the two crotch tubes, and exposed the bloody calf. A cursory look showed that there were at least a dozen black holes. The blood had been flowing since childhood.
The blood dripped out and hung criss-cross on his legs, all the way to his ankles. Yang Zhaoxi had torn off a piece of his robe and kept wiping the blood on his ankles to avoid staining the mat.
Zhang Zhangyou hurried forward, wetted a piece of gauze with wine pulp, and wiped him carefully. After wiping it clean, he asked him to lie down on his stomach on the couch, and then gently dusted the golden sore medicine on the small holes, and then
Wrap it in gauze.
After all this work, Yang Chaoxi finally let out a long sigh of relief and carefully moved to the couch, leaving a two-foot wide space for Zhang.
After he put out the lamp and lay down slowly, Yang Chaoxi finally couldn't help but test it out: "Daxia Zhang has good poetry and prose, high martial arts skills, and is also good at business. He must be something out of the pond! Xiaodao would venture to guess, Daxia
Coming all the way to Luoyang, it must be more than just opening an oil mill?"
Zhang Zhangyou seemed to understand what he was thinking, and immediately smiled and said: "Brother Yang, don't call me a hero anymore, just call me Brother Zhang! Zhang went to Yingchuan Villa at night, and it was indeed not for Ru Shui.
The sword went away. It was entrusted by an old friend to investigate carefully why Yuan Zai wanted to recruit carpenters in Luoyang City. Moreover, some carpenters never returned, which is indeed suspicious.
As for Zhang’s visit to Shendu, he naturally not only wanted to do business in the oil mill, but also wanted to visit an old garden and pay homage to an old friend. After the Jizhou Rebellion, we were separated! There has been no news for so many years, and we don’t know.
Life or death, have you come back to Luoyang to find me..."
Seeing his dejected look, Yang Zhaoxi thought that this old friend was either Zhang's close brother or a close friend and confidant, and he was afraid he would have died long ago. He immediately comforted him and said: "Brother Zhang! Things often go wrong in life. What if?
Your old friend is still here, so he can't bear to see you like this.
Recently, in Luoyang, the capital of God, there have been a lot of knights and gangsters, and they have come to the city with their swords in hand. Xiaodao mistakenly thought that Brother Zhang was also here for the "Martial Arts Conference in the City of God", and was going to Sifangtai to compete with the Central Plains.
The heroes compete for the top spot."
Zhang Zhangyou smiled bitterly: "Wojiao's name is just a vain one, but it's not as real as a petty profit. Previously at Yueyi Tower, Zhang saw Brother Yang's handsome poetry and prose, as well as his talent. He was really envious of him! Zhang spent several years in vain.
But he has great ambitions and little talent. He can only tell nonsense and make people laugh, and he can't even write a memorial poem. I really feel guilty..."
Yang Zhaoxi wanted to say a few more words of comfort, but found that she was at a loss for words.
Zhang's voice gradually became lower, as if he had fallen asleep, or seemed to be lost in memories, and he uttered words like words in his mouth. They were neither poems nor poems, and they were of different lengths, but more like the vernacular spoken by ordinary people:
"The sorrowful clouds are entangled and lingering, stopping in the old garden.
The rain is shaking, the wind is blowing, and the wind and rain are entangled.
The trajectory is tangled and the string cannot be plucked.
The old garden was indifferent to such a sorrow and resentment.
The garden grass and the rain-stained remains were messy.
The rusty iron fence outside the grass is long gone.
Watery, wet vines;
A moss-covered, green swing.
The streets are empty,
My thoughts were spinning over and over again, and I just murmured with my hands behind my back.
The skirt and hairpin still remember the past, the flower crown is lazy, and the new bed makeup is leisurely.
It is not a day when birds are solemn,
The crows under the eaves are the language of warblers.
Willow shadows cross the bank, and green colors tangle at the bottom of the pond.
This year is like last year, only ten years have passed, so it’s unintentional.
If nothing is accomplished, you will be ashamed of yourself;
Tears fell down in front of the kite, and it was hard to speak.
I can't bear the cold wine, the quilt is cold, the moon is hidden and the lamp is dim!
He was hunched over his desk, unable to hold his cup and cup, but he called out to the servant girl.
I sighed long and short when I was drunk, but I was still in the old garden when I woke up.
Only then did I realize that the long-lost longing,
Resurrection..."
Yang Zhaoxi curled up on the couch and listened for a long time. Unknowingly, she burst into tears. Not only were these long and short words not vulgar, but they were filled with deep sadness. It really made the listener cry and the listener sad.
In addition to being irritating, there is actually a charm of "different meanings, both short and long".
When he turned around to look again, Zhang Zhangyou had already fallen into a deep sleep. A glimmer of crystal water hung in the corner of his eyes, but it was still wet...