The black shadow passed through the trees, came to Madam Luoxia and screamed. With trembling hands, she stroked the half-baked cherry blossom tree that was eaten by Zhu Tong, and cursed something in a low voice.
When the moon shone on him, I could see that he was a thin old man, but not dry. He was tightly wrapped in black clothes and his lean body seemed to be full of explosive power. His tiny eyes were flashing with nails.
Such sharp light.
In the next three days, Zhu Tong went to see Matsui Shiki in the morning; every day, he used the butterfly god to drive the purple butterfly to devour a relatively large lesion.
Bai Jiashu uses herbal medicine to nurse Matsui Shi's body. The prescription is changed every day. This is Zhu Tong's request. Matsui Shi's condition changes every day. Fortunately, everyone is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in name. Bai Jiashu knows Zhu Tong's mysterious origin.
, and calmly accepted the miracle that happened to Matsui Shiki.
Zheng Shurong was not so easy to deal with. If it is understandable that the symptoms of Matsui style were significantly relieved, it was not easy to explain later. On the fourth day, doctors from the Kyoto Medical Research Institute came to perform Matsui style examples.
After an examination, it was found that several of the most dangerous lesions had disappeared.
They didn't know that Zhu Tong could also understand some English, so they gathered around Zheng Shurong and asked. The poor nerd was told by Director Li to be careful, but he didn't expect that such a magical thing was happening under his nose, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
, Zhu Tong spoke, of course in Shanghainese which was difficult to understand.
"Tell them that this is a new treatment of traditional Chinese medicine and is currently in the experimental stage. The effect may be repeated, and the results will not be seen until some time later."
Zheng Shurong had no choice but to use this excuse to cover up the past, but after lunch, he pestered Zhu Tong and insisted on becoming his student and learning this magical medical skill.
"Can you endure hardship?" Zhu Tong's first question made Zheng Shurong think about it again and again before nodding and saying, "I can endure hardship."
Zhu Tong nodded in distress. It would be easier for him if he agreed without thinking.
"Learning Chinese medicine without practicing Qigong is ultimately in vain. If you really want to learn it, I will accept you as a student. However, it may not be effective in three or five years."
"As long as you teach me, I will study hard. As long as I work hard and grind an iron pestle into a needle, I don't believe that I can't learn it." Bookworms are bookworms, and Zhu Tong doesn't like students or disciples who can only work hard.
"It takes time to grind an iron pestle, but how many needles can't do it? Dr. Zheng, you can't learn Chinese medicine if you only work hard. Remember, what you just said is wrong. Only by understanding and experiencing more can you learn Chinese medicine.
Learn about Chinese medicine.”
"I know, can we start now?" Zheng Shurong kept Zhu Tong's words in mind. Only when he started did he realize that Zhu Tong only taught him the basic skills of Peng Ma Gong, which he said were basic health-preserving skills; he also needed to learn the basics of traditional Chinese medicine from Bai Bai.
The family tree goes to school.
On the same afternoon, Jingchi Xuemei gave a CD to Zhu Tong, which contained photocopies of traditional Chinese medicine documents from the Jingchi family library at Tianye Ranch.
Therefore, Zheng Shurong had another task: sorting and selecting these books and sorting out all the contents about acupuncture and aromatherapy.
Zhu Tong had discussed with Bai Jiashu many times. The important reason why Matsui style can persist to this day is the magical aromatherapy technique. They once thought about the ancient medical technique of aromatherapy collected in the library of Jingchi family.
Looking at the manuscript that Heji sent back, he was reluctantly rejected; so the little liar got angry and demanded a complete set of photocopies of all the books in the library.
However, photocopying ancient books is a highly professional project that takes a long time. Matsui Shiki has been busy these days, and Ichixuemi took the time to go to the ranch and just came back today; what was sent was only a preliminary compilation.
CD.
"Sir, the cherry blossoms in the garden are about to fade. I have just finished cleaning up my father's tea room. Can I invite you to have a cup of tea?"
Jingchi Xuemei invited in a low voice. Zhu Tong knew that she had something to say, and it was really inconvenient to stay in the room where she lived. Someone was eavesdropping. Zheng Shurong was still sorting ancient books on his laptop, so he stood up and followed Jingchi Xuemei.
Beauty goes out.
It was mid-afternoon, and the sunshine was bright and springy in the garden of Jiujin. After arriving in Japan, Zhu Tong was only in Jiujin. He wanted to go around Kyoto. He said to Jingchi Xuemei at the entrance of the wooden archway: "I don't understand the tea ceremony. I thought
Can we take a look at Kyoto?"
"Okay, I'm sorry, we are rude. We should have arranged for my husband to visit the city a long time ago. It was all because of Grandpa Shi's illness. I will arrange it right away."
Jingchi Xuemei said a string of Japanese words to the two people standing under the archway, and one of them ran away quickly.
"Sir, please, I'll go change my clothes. I'll be ready soon." Ichi Xuemei was still wearing a thin kimono, with her long hair hanging down in a very classic manner; but this outfit was obviously not suitable for shopping, so Zhu Tong arrived first.
Matsui-style room, by the way, say hello to Bai Jiashu.
In the afternoon, it was time for aromatherapy. Hui Heji led the Matsui style to a wooden couch, and then covered the barrel, leaving only one head outside. In another room, three disciples of Hui Heji were serving a charcoal stove.
Herbs and spices are boiled in a copper pot on the stove, and the steam is sent along the copper pipe into the wooden barrel on Matsui's body.
In the past, every time Matsui Shi performed aromatherapy, Hui Heji had to put more than ten or twenty silver needles and gold needles on him. It was said that it was to facilitate absorption. After Zhu Tong arrived, he canceled this program, and Hui Heji said to Zhu
Tong was very afraid and did not dare to protest at all.
Aromatherapy can very well supplement Matsui Shiki's originally weak vitality, and its nourishing effect is even more beneficial to the purple butterfly in his body.
No matter what kind of creature it is, swallowing the lesions of malignant tumors is a very hard job. Zhu Tong thought that without the supplement of aromatherapy, the little guy would not be able to recover so quickly.
"Amitabha, thank you for your hard work, Master." Zhu Tong looked seriously and said to Hui Heji who had just finished his work: "Come and take a rest and have a cup of tea."
"Amitabha, sir, it's Mr. Matsui who is doing the hard work. Seeing that Mr. Matsui's illness is getting better day by day, it is Mr.'s superb medical skills that can bring him back to life." Hui Heji's master demeanor still needs to be displayed in front of Bai Jiashu. Facing the blessings,
Children, always feel a little guilty.
Zhu Tong knew that someone was paying close attention to every move he and Hui Heji made; since he no longer wanted to get too involved in this matter, he would not say anything excessive. Pointing to Matsui Shiki who was enjoying the aromatherapy in the room, he asked:
"I would like to ask the master, does aromatherapy require water?"
"Water?" Hui Heji didn't expect Zhu Tong to ask this, so he pondered for a moment before answering: "I use hot spring water, and the hot spring water in Kyoto is the best water."
Zhu Tong knew that he was lying, and it was a habit of almost all Chinese medicine practitioners to hold back. Hui Heji didn't know yet that Jingchi Xuemei had given Zhu Tong all the books he had read, and even many ancient books that he had never had the chance to see.
I also gave a copy of the medical book as a favor. Zhu Tong had just taken a look at the information compiled by Zheng Shurong, and happened to see that aromatherapy had very strict requirements on who should use what water.
"Be compassionate, be compassionate. Is Buddhism's compassion compassion or compassion? When the master drinks tea, he should be very particular about the water. The principle is the same." Zhu Tong muttered, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Jingchi Xuemei changing her body.
The dress appeared in the corridor in the distance and said to Heji: "Mr. Matsui used to be cold and weak, so it is right to use hot spring water. Has the master checked Mr. Matsui's pulse in the past few days? If not, the master has made an oversight.
"Mr. Matsui's body is currently filled with weak fire. Dr. Bai's medicine is warming and tonic. I hope the master's aromatherapy can change with the times. As the saying goes, human life is at stake. I hope the master will be compassionate and be careful in everything."
When Hui Heji was pointed out by Zhu Tong in front of his disciples, he immediately asked the disciples to turn off the engine with his face red and rolling. Matsui Shizheng looked at him coldly. As a doctor sponsored by the Jingchi family, he had already made a mistake once.
Yes, he can't bear the responsibility of making another mistake.
Matsui Shi was still very polite to Master Hui Heji in the past two days, but who knows what he was thinking in his heart. At this time, he closed his eyes and said, "No need to work anymore, that's it for today. What time will it be until? I still have a lot of things to do."
Deal with it. Doctor Bai, is this okay?"
Bai Jiashu didn't want to offend Hui Heji. After all, he was a well-known master, so he nodded and said: "There should be no problem. I don't know much about aromatherapy; it's not harmful to you anyway."
Matsui Shi opened his eyes, looked for Zhu Tonghou and said, "Sir, I feel like I have the youthful energy again, haha."
Hui Heji and Bai Jiashu didn't know what the so-called youthful energy meant and looked at him blankly.
"You are not old to begin with. After a few days, Mr. Matsui will be able to show off his talents. But your body is still very weak, and that kind of thing is the most energy-consuming, so you should stop it in moderation."
"Hahahaha!" Matsui Shi laughed so hard that tears came out.
Zhu Tong also smiled; with the help of Zidie, he felt Matsui's lower body covered in the barrel expand; for an old man, there is no better proof of his physical vitality than this sex.
Matsui Shiki is not very old, he is only in his sixties. Zhu Tong replenished his Qi to prolong his life, and the small lesions were temporarily suppressed, while the large lesions were swallowed up by purple butterflies, and he was replenished with ginseng every day. It was like this
Vitality is normal.
"Grandpa Shi, why are you laughing?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine is Chinese knowledge after all." Matsui Shiki stopped being excited when he saw Jingchi Xuemi, sighed and closed his eyes to enjoy the aromatherapy technique; "Xuemei takes good care of my husband for me, he is my savior, and
Your benefactor."
It takes about half an hour to get from Jiujin to Kyoto, which is estimated to be about 30 kilometers. Perhaps because of Zhu Tong, Ichi Xuemei doesn’t go out in a grand way. She drives a white Lexus sports car, and there are two RVs in the front and rear.
On the way, Jingchi Xuemei didn't speak like this; Zhu Tong looked at the scenery outside the window, thinking of distant Shanghai, leaves and flowers.
With the help of the Internet, Zhu Tong could feel every move of Phoenix Fairy every day, and he became more and more worried about Duohua; all the information showed that Wang Xiangjian did not give Duohua any help at all.
Shanghai is already very clean. When Zhu Tong walks on the streets of Kyoto, the only thing he feels is cleanness.
Iike Yukimei guest tour guide said that Kyoto is the ancient capital of Japan, so most of the buildings are ancient. When driving into the city of Kyoto, you didn’t see many high-rise buildings, the roads were not wide, and there were only simple colors around.
"This is the ancient capital." Seeing Zhu Tong's surprise, Jingchi Xuemei stopped the car and asked him to go out for a walk; "You can't sit in a car to see Kyoto. It's interesting to walk around."
Zhu Tong's impression of Japan was crystallized while wandering in such an exquisite small town. Xuemei Jingchi gently held his arm and introduced in a low voice the famous places he walked through, without any pretense. On the contrary, Zhu Tong was a little embarrassed.
, always feel like someone is watching them around.
It seems that Yukimi Iike doesn't come out very often. He is a stranger in Japan. Who would know him? Besides, there are three bodyguards at the front and back guarding each other without leaving a trace, so he should be fine, right?
The little liar drove away the uneasiness in his heart and gradually immersed himself in the appreciation of the exotic scenery.
You really have to walk around the streets of Kyoto to appreciate the beauty of them. The temples and shrines you can see everywhere are very classical. Yukimi Ichi is not a good tour guide, but this is her hometown, but she can still tell the story
There are many interesting allusions. It seems that every street has a story. This is the soul of Kyoto, right?
When passing by a tall log archway, Jingchi Xuemei took Zhu Tong and walked in; a bodyguard had already run in to negotiate. Jingchi Xuemei took off her shoes and went to the palace, doing as the Romans do, so Zhu Tong had to imitate her and leave her shoes in the palace.
outside.
It turned out that the hall was filled with straw mats, and what I smelled was not the smell of incense but the refreshing fragrance of the mats. There were no statues of gods in the hall, only a few wooden signs hanging in the front with indecipherable words written on them.
Wearing only socks and stepping on the vast hall, the refreshing breeze blows through the hall. Believe in God or not, it is indeed a unique experience.
Jingchi Xuemei respectfully bowed to each sign before retreating to the door.
"Sir, don't you bow?"
"Me?" Zhu Tong shook his head; "It's not that I don't bow, it's that I don't know him. I don't know him, and he doesn't know me, so there's no point in worshiping him."
"Such a bold sir, the one above is the Chinese Bodhisattva."
Zhike Monk was already in front of the door, presenting two exquisite puppets. Jingchi Xuemei took them and handed one to Zhu Tong: "Taro will bless you."
After walking out of the archway, she smiled and whispered: "He thought we were lovers and came to seek blessings for marriage. That's why he gave me this." The doll in her hand was a cute little girl with pigtails.
"Someone is following us." Out of the professional instinct of a liar, Zhu Tong suddenly felt something was wrong and someone was approaching quickly.
"Where?" Jingchi Xuemei looked around nervously.
Just as Zhu Tong was about to turn around and point at the man in a trench coat twenty meters away, he suddenly pulled Jingchi Xuemei and fell to the ground. He saw the other person's hand moving in the pocket of the trench coat, and there seemed to be something like a gun in it.
Bullets are no better than darts or concealed weapons, and have always been the nemesis of martial arts practitioners. Therefore, Zhu Tongcai is not very interested in practicing kung fu. Now his judgment has come true.
When he turned around and fell, he felt a heat on his back and knew he had been shot.