Chapter 12 Nine Mythical Lineages
“What is Jinchuangyuan?”

“Forget, this is what the military called it. Jinchuang is because this kind of injury is often caused by a metal sharp weapon. The scorpion is the symptom after the injury. It hurts people on the bed like a shrimp. Usually my father is so shouted;

“In folklore, some doctors seem to call it…tetanus.”

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, no wonder he just saw Ah Shan wrapped in a thick winter jacket by his mother and sister, as if he had caught the wind and cold.

And at that time, the man’s expression was dull. Apart from his possible intention of death, there should be some reason for the spasm and stiffness of his facial muscles.

“This is an incurable disease, and he will live in a few days. It’s a pity to lose a good man.” Yan Wuxie shook his head.

Ouyang Rong was thoughtful, “Tetanus…”

In this era without antibiotics, it is indeed a terminal illness… But it is not necessarily true. After all, there are Qi practitioners in this world, and the North and South Taoists are also famous for their Wai Danshu.

When he was taking the imperial examination in Luoyang, he even heard that there were immortal warlocks overseas who were looking for longevity, and they were quite sought after by the rich and powerful in Luoyang.So there might really be some kind of panacea beyond his knowledge among the forces of Qi practitioners.

But it is obvious that these forces that have the power of mythology cannot waste the panacea on a small official slave.

The only people in this world who will be moved by the life and death of this unknown man named Ah Shan are Liumu and Ah Qing with sad eyes.

But… Now there are one-half more people.

“I count half.”

Ouyang Rong muttered, then turned and walked towards the Xiangji Kitchen of Donglin Temple.

Yan Wuxie hurriedly followed, curiously asked: “Mingtang, what half?”

“Give me half of the moldy taro.” After a pause, he reminded: “It’s better to have green mold spots, that’s a good thing.”

“…” Yan Wuxie thought for a while, and warmly reminded: “Mingtang, you can’t eat moldy things.”

Ouyang Rong: “?”

In fact, Yan Wuxie still didn’t understand why Mingtang didn’t go down the mountain all of a sudden, and went directly to Xiangji Kitchen, borrowed a kitchen from the monk in charge, and closed it for a while…

Outside the door, the man holding a quick knife Weiwei ah his mouth, looking at the young county magistrate who had always been an image of a refined and easy-going, weak scholar in his mind, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, throwing taro, charcoal, rice soup, vegetable oil, earthen jars, cotton Ah, it was all turned out, and then rolled up the sleeves, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the man holding the knife also heard the young county magistrate occasionally uttering weird and weird words like “Hey, dead memories are starting to attack me again”.

Ouyang Rong wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arms, glanced at the rough purification equipment on the table, and smiled, “Doesn’t it just matter if you have hands?”

If you are just an old keyboard man who “knows a little bit of everything”, it will definitely not be enough, but fortunately, at Ouyang Rong University, he enrolled in an elective course in the School of Chemical Engineering for credits, and because the teacher was a blond haired girl Foreign teacher, he studies with great interest, especially when she in the white coat bends down on the podium to check the catheter…

In addition, as a full-level human being who is good at rubbing physical dots, it is not too difficult to toss a lower-purity penicillin step by step, but it requires patience, which consumes a lot of time, and solves many small troubles, such as insufficient conditions. It can only be purified by using rice paper…but it can be overcome.

Ouyang Rong was immersed in the fun of hands-on tossing in the kitchen. Although Yan Wuxie, who was working beside him, could not understand the operation, he was greatly shocked. He frowned and said:
“Mingtang, you…have you ever learned the mechanics of the Mohists?”

“What is the Mohism? What mechanism?” Ouyang Rong asked curiously without raising his head.

“Aren’t you?”

“Um, I’m not. It’s up to you to answer me.”

Yan Wuxie leaned against the door with his knife in his arms, seemed to think about it, and said:

“I also heard it from others when I was drinking. The Mohist lineage is one of the nine mythical lineages handed down from the pre-Qin period. Before the first emperor sought the medicine for longevity, it existed side by side with the scholar’s lineage and the Taoist lineage. After the Red Emperor beheaded the White Emperor and took over the Han family as a commoner, the Mohist lineages began to diverge and gradually declined, and finally the Juzi family disappeared in the long river of history.”

“However, the qi training technique and mechanism technique of the Mohist Daoist lineage were scattered all over the world, and finally gave birth to ten schools in the world today, and countless schools of all sizes in the north and south rivers and lakes. It can be said that one tree falls and ten thousand trees grow. As for the rising ranks of children from poor families, it is monopolized by the imperial court and a few prominent families.”

The son of the county lieutenant, who has held the knife but has not yet entered the rivers and lakes, looked longingly, “That’s why some people say that the Mo family is not dead, and all of us people in the rivers and lakes are actually white-clothed ink heroes, disciples of giants.”

Ouyang Rong raised his head. This was the first time he had heard of these, and he couldn’t help asking: “Nine mythical lines? What about the other eight?”

Yan Wuxie scratched his head, “I only know that the Great Zhou court holds the Dao veins of military strategists, the Dao veins of yin and yang watchers, and the three Dao veins mastered by Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, and the others. I see, they should all be hidden masters.”

Ouyang Rong thought for a while, and decided to hit the soul directly: “Which path did Liu Lang follow? Is it the Mohist path?”

Yan Wuxie’s face turned red immediately, and after a while, he murmured in a low voice: “It would be great if I really stepped into the rank of a Qi trainer, and I won’t be picked up by Ming Tang’s aunt that day… “

Ouyang Rong comforted: “It’s okay, I… I have never seen anyone who can beat my aunt since I was a child. Of course, it was in the countryside of Nanlong.”

Liulang of the Yan family coughed twice, “By the way, before I saw Ming Tang, I thought Ming Tang was a Qi trainer who was a scholar.”

“Me?” Ouyang Rong was dumb, “Why…” Blind.

“It’s very simple, because Bailudong Academy belongs to the Confucian school, and Mingtang is born in it and is a well-known scholar all over the world. It is difficult for people in the Jianghu who understand the origin not to think about it.”

Ouyang Rong recalled, shook his head, and continued to lower his head to do what he was doing, “But when I was studying in Bailudong Academy, I followed my mentor all the time, and I didn’t touch this kind of thing.”

Yan Wuxie nodded, “It should be that Mingtang lost the election. I heard that Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism all have hidden but formal mechanisms, and they will select suitable seeds for Qi training from among the disciples. Mingtang was very early. It is impossible for Bailudong Academy to miss out on the seeds of reading that are well-known in Jiangnan Road.”

Send a scrap card directly, right?Ouyang Rong laughed: “It doesn’t matter.”

Yan Wuxie comforted again: “But it’s normal, Mingtang can rest assured, this kind of talent is rare in the first place, just like Jianghu, it’s also the miscellaneous small shrimp local sects that make up the majority, and the sects that can truly learn the art of practicing Qi from masters It’s all very, very few, eh.”

Ouyang Rong nodded, “But this looks like a fairy, so I would like to see these so-called Qi practitioners fighting. How amazing are Qi practitioners? But when I was in the Luoyang Imperial Examination, why didn’t I see flying over eaves and walls?” The expert? If there is one, don’t you often show your hands?”

After experiencing the disillusionment of the Pure Land Palace, he now has deep doubts about the power level of this world.

Yan Wuxie said sternly: “Mingtang must not underestimate the top-grade Qi practitioners. The reason why it is difficult to see is firstly because the number is really rare, and secondly because the world is not about fighting and killing, it is about the world.”

“…” Ouyang Rong.

Good guy, you little catcher hasn’t entered the rivers and lakes yet, and you directly got the correct answer to the last big question. Do you think it’s appropriate to quietly score this kind of big score?
“Ahem, Mingtang, I actually read it from a chivalrous book, which seems to be written by a senior in the world.”

Yan Wuxie took out a book with the pages turned over from his bosom, and said with emotion: “It also recorded how he successively got to know the proud senior, the infatuated fox demon, the famous Tianjiao, the female teacher of the academy… and Dive into their stories.”

Ouyang Rong waved his hand, “Sorry, I’m in Spring and Autumn.”

Yan Wuxie wanted to ask again, but suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside, he turned around immediately, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and stood guard at the door, “Who?”

The hair and the half-thin came rushing over, the former was eager to speak from a long distance, and Ouyang Rong’s eyelids twitched at the first sentence.

“Lang Jun Lang Jun, my lady told you to go back quickly, your mentor saw you coming!”

“…?”

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(End of this chapter)