Chapter 662: The lost Huamianzhang
girl and her ancestors sat on the Arhat bed. The head of the Ji family and the elders of the clan also took their seats one by one. Wei Mian and Ji Xingle went to the side room to bring water shells and tea sets, and the Ji family brewed it themselves. For tea, Wei Mianli personally made tea for the young guests in front of the Arhat, and then served kiwi fruit.
Leyun drank tea before and after meals. Her stomach couldn't hold it anymore, so she had to drink it. She tasted two cups of tea in a row and only drank a little bit of the third cup. She could chat and have an excuse not to drink it in her stomach. Irrigation.
Ancestor Ji asked about the situation of the elders in the little girl's family, and asked if the journey to Qindi was smooth, and whether there were any acclimatization, dietary problems, etc. after arriving at Ji's house. He also asked the little girl's two friends how they were feeling, and expressed his special thanks. The little girl took a detour to Luqi County and waited in her busy schedule.
Speaking of detouring to Ji's house, Wei Mian finally brought the topic to the point. Wei Mian respectfully asked the little girl to ask for a safe pulse for the family's ancestors.
Le Yun smiled: "I felt the old man's pulse before, and the pain on the old man's left shoulder will not be relieved unless the hidden trouble is removed. Even if he regularly takes honeysuckle and chrysanthemum tea and eats mung bean porridge, it can detoxify to a certain extent. Relieving the pain will not cure the disease."
The shock in the hearts of the two generations of Ji family heads and elders of the clans was not revealed, but they could not help but suddenly sit up straight and listen attentively.
Ji Xingle's eyes fell on the little girl. In addition to surprise, there was also deep amazement in his eyes. The little girl could tell where her brother's secret injury was just by feeling his pulse. Her medical talent was no longer the property of a genius, but she was astonished and weeping like a ghost. A talent that only the prodigies of the world have.
The most shocked person was Wei Mian. At this moment, he didn't know how to describe his mood. The little girl not only knew the location of the ancestor's secret injury, but also knew what he ate and drank. How did she diagnose it?
Ji Xingye's eyebrows moved slightly and he sighed softly: "Sure enough, this is an amazing doctor. The old injuries of the little old man for many years cannot be hidden from your eyes. There must be no disease in this world that can escape the control of the little girl."
" You are too old to be praised. I am not omnipotent." Le Yun shook her head: "There are too many uncertainties about injuries and poisons that have lasted for more than twenty years. Even after fifty years, I will not be able to diagnose them at the first time in the future. It’s hard to tell if it’s more than a hundred years old. If it happens to be beyond the scope of my knowledge, it can only be explained as a mysterious event.”
"Little girl, what do you think of this hidden injury, little old man?"
"You have an old injury on your back. Judging from the extent of the injury, it should be a palm injury. The palm was slapped from left to right, and half of it was on the shoulder blade. It's a bit old. , It is estimated that it is more than twenty-five years and within thirty years."
"..." The little girl revealed the precise location of the ancestor's hidden injury. The head of the Ji family almost stood up, but moved slightly and sat upright, talking to The clan elders listened attentively.
Wei Mian looked at the little girl in shock: "Can you also diagnose the pulse?"
"Yes," Le Yun nodded calmly without pride: "People or things are alive, the bones, flesh, pores, etc. all over the body, etc. They are also alive, with their own uniqueness. Each place is damaged and will react differently. Subtle changes can be captured when diagnosing the pulse. Their different changes can be used to determine where the injury is." "The little girl deserves to be called the little miracle doctor
. "My child has spent several years stabilizing my injury, but he can do nothing about it." Ji Xingye didn't care about his injury, and pointed to the junior on his side with interest: "The person next to the little girl is responsible for my health. Little child, do you think my child's medical skills are good enough?"
Seeing the old man calling Wei Mian a "child", Ji Family Head and others looked calm. They were all children in front of their ancestors, not to mention not even adults yet. Years of age, even the years of Qi Yi, are still children compared to the ancestors.
The Ji family is very calm, but Le Yunchao is not calm. Can you imagine how happy it is to see an old man in his eighties or nineties pointing at another old man and calling him a "child"?
Le Xiaoxiao, who was not calm, wiped his forehead and said with a serious face: "This elder's bones and blood are corroded by the smell of Chinese medicine, and his fingers are slightly different from ordinary people in several places. At a glance, he can tell that he is an old Chinese doctor who is good at acupuncture. Judging from the fine shapes on his fingers, he has performed acupuncture on patients no less than 10,000 times. He is experienced and experienced, and his medical skills have reached the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine. He is worthy of his name as a national expert in Xinglin. He should be reserved to others. Otherwise It has long been famous at home and abroad."
Everyone in the Ji family was secretly relieved. The little girl spoke so highly of their family's Ji Mian, who specializes in medicine, which is enough to prove that Ji Mian's years of study were not in vain.
"Young lady Miao Zan, how dare I claim to be a master of the Xinglin Kingdom in front of you? I only have a brief knowledge of Qihuang's art, and I can't even do anything about the secret injuries of the family elders. I'm really ashamed." Wei Mian felt ashamed of his poor medical skills and held his hands in shame: " My ancestor's old ailment was rejuvenated by the little girl's wonderful help."
"Little girl, look, my child blushed when you praised him." It was quite natural for Ji Xingye to tease his grandchildren.
Wei Mian was made red in the face and thick-necked by his ancestor again. He looked helplessly at his toes. It was not good for him to be young. He was always teased by his ancestor.
"Senior, your child is not blushing, but looks good and rosy." Le Yun wanted to cover her face. It's okay for the old man to make fun of his grandchildren. She is an outsider, how embarrassing.
After being silent for half a second, he added: "Senior, I'm very curious, how many generations live in your hometown? Sixth or seventh or eighth generation?" Everyone in the
Ji family had smiles in their eyes, and everyone was silent. Ji Xingye smiled deeply. : "Only from my generation, we are the sixth generation living under the same roof. If we count the brothers from my father's generation together, we are the seventh generation. Xiao Baxiang believes that generation is my grandson. Xiao Ba'er is in this family. They are uncles and elders. Among the Yanshi branch, they have a higher seniority and are grandfathers."
She covered her face. Le Yun wanted to cover her face and become fiercely jealous. Seven generations live under the same roof. All seven generations of the Ji family share the same clan. There were probably a thousand people sitting in rows. It was such a prosperous place.
"I'd better pretend that I haven't asked that question. The Ji family is prosperous. I'm really afraid that if I accidentally offend the Ji family one day, hundreds of people will come to me if I raise my arms and they will be beaten to death." In such a big family, if someone was bullied and shouted, hundreds of people would swarm in and the family would be scared to death.
"The Ji family practices martial arts to preserve the long-term prosperity of the family inheritance and will not bully others wantonly. Besides, who dares to touch a little girl? You can knock down a large area with just a wave of your hand without using your fists, not to mention hundreds of people. No. 1 people are besieging you, even a few thousand people are just trying to make a scene with a lot of force, but in fact they can't do anything to you."
"Senior, you praise me too highly. For an expert like you, if you close your breath and close your pores, even if I sprinkle a few poisons, it won't work for a while. You have enough time to kill me. Several times. Senior, please let me take a look at the hidden injury on your back, and we can chat happily later." "Okay."
Ji Xingye readily agreed, moved off the Arhat bed, and took off his coat while standing.
Wei Mian quickly moved a round stool and placed it in front of the Arhat's bed, facing the little girl, so that the ancestor could sit down and make it easier for the little girl to check the injury.
The little girl was about to examine the ancestor's hidden wounds. Head Ji and others quickly stood up and gathered around. In order to make the light brighter, they even brought candlesticks.
Ji Xingye took off his jacket to reveal his tight muscles. He had been tortured by hidden injuries all year round and had always insisted on exercising and training. His muscles and bones were strong, but he was too thin and did not have the muscles to be comparable to those of a bodybuilder.
Considering that the little girl was still a child, he tied the clothes around his waist, sat down on his side facing the Arhat bed, and turned his back towards the little girl.
The head of the Ji family and others stood in a row, holding candlelight for illumination. Wei Mian stood close to the Arhat bed, waiting to fetch and hand things to the little girl at any time.
Le Yun moved off the Arhat's bed and put on her shoes, took off the backpack she was carrying across her body, took out the jade box containing the medical needle and placed it on the Arhat's bed. She opened it, took out the needle cover and the medicine bottle from the box, and took the medicine first from the old man of the Ji family. A layer of medicine was applied to the area on the back where the shoulder blades connected with the ribs, and then a needle was inserted into it. Seventy-two needles were inserted in a row to create a circle.
Everyone in the Ji family stared quietly. After a while, they saw a patch of skin slowly turning red in the middle of the place where the little girl had circled it with a needle. It was a small patch at first, and then slowly widened. A shape like a palm appears, without fingers, just the shape of the palm.
The palm print is not complete, but an expert can tell at a glance that it is a right hand print, or that of an adult man.
Wei Mian felt ashamed and ashamed: "This palm print hasn't disappeared yet!"
He had treated his ancestor's injuries with his own hands back then. Naturally, he knew what injuries his ancestor had and what they looked like after he was assassinated. There was no injury, and it was not until three days later that a black palm print appeared on his back.
Several elders of the Ji family worked together to seal the ancestor's acupuncture points and force out the poison. It took seven days to force the poison out of the body. However, they did not expect that the poison was still lurking in the ancestor's body. It is no wonder that the cold poison has appeared inexplicably over the years. When he had an attack, no matter how many tests he took, he only found that his ancestor's body was poisonous, but he didn't know where the poison came from.
The black handprint on the ancestor's back disappeared on its own after the poison was forced out, and the Ji family also disappeared for real. Unexpectedly, more than 20 years later, the handprint reappeared, and the mark was as clear as before, which shows how domineering the poisonous palm is. .
Everyone in the Ji family first held their breath, and then slowly and deeply took a deep breath, suppressing their hatred for the assailant in their hearts and not letting their emotions be exposed.
The palm print was light red at first, and soon the color deepened little by little, from very light red to deep red, to red, and finally to jet black, shiny.
When the color of the palm prints stabilized, Le Yun was extremely sad: "There are people who can practice the legendary Mian Mian Palm to a small degree, and they are also ruthless people." "Not Iron Sand
Palm?" Ji Yele looked at his brother's back in surprise. The more I looked at the palm prints, the more puzzled I became. The palm prints were so red and purple that they looked like iron sand palms.
"No," Le Yun shook her head and pointed to the palm print on the old man's back: "Iron sand palm is poisonous and is also fire poison. The palm print should be red. Even if it is serious, the middle will be black and the edge will still be red. This hand print The color of the edge is dark purple with a little red. This kind of palm is the black-bone cotton palm from a long time ago. It is a cold poison palm. There will be no traces at the beginning of the palm. It will take at least three to five days to appear. The poison had already entered the bones when the palm print appeared."
"I have heard of the Huamian Palm. The Huamian Palm appeared in the three southwestern provinces before the middle of the Zhu Ming Dynasty, and then disappeared and never reappeared. Even the Guwu family thought it had been lost long ago. I heard that it is extremely difficult to practice Mianmian Palm. Ten people who practice it often end up with nine deaths and one disabled person." Ji Xingye was very calm. There is a record of Mianmian Palm in the Guwu family sect. It is not a secret skill, but only a record of famous martial arts.
Everyone in the Ji family has also read the classics of the Ji family, so they naturally know about the "Hua Mian Palm". Because the Hua Mian Palm has disappeared for hundreds of years, no one thought that it would come up.
"The legend goes like this. To practice cotton palm, you have to soak your hands in poisonous water. It takes at least ten years before you can get started. You may be poisoned at any time before you complete the skill. It is not an exaggeration to say that nine out of ten will die and one will be disabled. Generally speaking, practicing cotton palm People who practice palming only use one hand, and the other hand is non-toxic. After practicing Huayian Palm, it will be dark purple with red infiltration, and when it is practiced to Dacheng, it will be jet black without a trace of red. With one palm, there will be only light. The shallow traces of a few finger bones are like the marks of a skeleton hand without flesh and blood." "
The little girl is very knowledgeable, and her hunting scope is beyond our reach." The head of the Ji family said with emotion, even if they are The ancient cultivators and martial arts families that have been passed down for thousands of years only know certain techniques by their names, but the little girl can explain them in detail, which shows how knowledgeable the master behind her is.
"There are many things that I have only heard of by name." Le Yun turned her gaze to the black bone palm print and touched her chin: "Senior, the poison from your body is implanted into your bones. It is useless to just remove the poison from your flesh and blood. You need to start from the source, remove the bones and scrape the poison, and replace a piece of bone. After the bone replacement, your activities will be limited for at least six months. Do you and your seniors in your hometown need to discuss when to do the surgery?" "The bones must be scraped
. Replace the bones?" Wei Mian and the family elders looked at each other and asked hesitantly: "Is there any other way?" "No more now
," Le Yun spread her hands: "The poison will invade the bones within half a month after being hit. It won't be too serious. If you know that it is a cotton palm, you can prescribe the right medicine to draw out the poison. The poison cannot be drawn out if it is integrated with the bone. The old man's shoulder blade was fractured when he was hit by the palm, and the poison seeped into the inside through the cracks and lurked deep in the bone. Here, these seniors have a hard time every autumn and winter."
"Isn't it just scraping bones? What's the fuss? In ancient times, Guan Yunchang's scraping bones to heal injuries was a good story, so why not imitate the ancients for once." Ji Xingye was very happy. If I want to teach the juniors a lesson, it's not just a matter of scraping my bones. There's nothing to worry about. There is a saying that long-term pain is better than short-term pain. It's better to suffer once than to suffer once a year.
"Old ancestor, it's nothing to scrape the bones. The problem is to replace the bones. Where can I find a bone that is completely suitable for you in a moment? When I find the matching bone shape, the little girl may not be free." Wei Mian spread his hands and changed the bones. It's not as simple as cutting meat. You must first find a bone source. As for plastic bones, practitioners like the Ji family must not use them. The place where fake bones are replaced will become a dead zone, which poses huge hidden dangers.
"Bone, there are ready-made bones in the wall of the Ji family's house. Cut off a section of elm branches and split the wood into bones. The bones may not be any worse than human bones when they are spliced together." (End of Chapter
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