Chapter 113: Legend of the King of Medicine

Xiao Se and others lived in Jianxin Tomb for three days.
Three days later, Xiao Se's body finally recovered. He walked out of the house, and the sun was shining warmly on his body, feeling unexplainably comfortable. He looked sideways, Hua Jin was sitting in the yard, playing with the herbs she planted.
"You are awake." Hua Jin did not raise his head, and continued to plow the soil with a hoe. "You have slept enough these days, and your body should be almost recovered."
Xiao Se smiled lazily, sat down on the bench in the courtyard, raised his head, the sun was dazzling, and he frowned slightly: "It's not going to be done."
"It's not that there is no cure for concealed vein damage." Hua Jin broke off the next medicinal leaf, chewed it in her mouth, showing a slight smile, she walked to Xiao Se and handed Xiao Se a leaf. "Give you?"
"What is this?" Xiao Se asked.
"Bing Xin Cao, it's very cool, chewing a slice when I first got up, the whole person is refreshed!" Hua Jin smiled.
Xiao Se took it and put it in his mouth, only to feel a clear flow of water from his head in an instant. At the beginning, there was a feeling of dizziness. The whole person was in a trance, but he quickly recovered, and only felt that his mind was clear and bright. Kind of indescribable joy. He came back to his senses: "You just said that there is a cure for the impaired pulse?"
Hua Jin nodded: "I remember that I read an ancient book in the Valley of Medicine Kings, which recorded a medical technique called Soul Replenishment. It can make dead trees meet in spring, drain springs and gush water, dead flowers and plants can regenerate, and broken soul veins. It can also be reconnected. But the book does not record the correct usage of the soul replenishment technique, it may have been lost long ago. After all, the master is known as the world's number one medical technique, and he does not use this soul replenishment technique."
"Which is your master?" Xiao Se was taken aback.
"Yao Wang Xin Baicao!" Hua Jin raised his head proudly.
Desolately: "Then you are..."
"Yes, Senior Nephew Qianluo has told me these few days that you are a disciple of Senior Brother Changfeng, so you should also call me Little Senior Uncle!" Hua Jin gave a sad look.
Xiao Se couldn't help laughing: "How old are you?"
Hua Jin raised his head: "Fourteen!"
I have long heard that the king of medicine, Xin Baicao, finally cultivated a proud disciple Sikong Changfeng, but this person was more fascinated with marksmanship than medical skills, so in his twilight years, he accepted a young disciple, but he did not expect it to be one. A girl who is only fourteen years old.
"Don't think I am young, I am a person with big ambitions." Hua Jin said proudly.
"What big ambition." Xiao Se chewed on the leaf, leaned on the bench, and chatted with Hua Jin. He thought this little girl was indescribably interesting.
Hua Jin stood up and looked at Xiao Se: "For example, learn how to replenish the soul and heal your hidden veins."
Xiao Se was stunned for a moment, and said nothing.
"I'm serious." Hua Jin emphasized.
Xiao Se finally smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Hua Jin pursed his lips: "You really don't believe it in your heart when you say'OK'."
Xiao Se admitted frankly: "Because I don't want to have hope, so I won't be disappointed."
Hua Jin stretched out his hand: "They said that you lent them your internal strength through what circulation formation that day. What kind of book was it through, can you show me?"
Xiao Se nodded and took it from his arms, only to find that the clothes were empty.
Hua Jin took out a book from her arms and stuck out her tongue: "When I gave you acupuncture and moxibustion, I took everything from your body. But without your permission, I never read it. What does this book say? ?"
"It was written by Xie Xuan, an immortal Confucian swordsman. It contains some of his own understanding of medical science and inner strength. He feels that medical science and martial arts are theoretically interlinked. For example, Xichu, who has now been extinct, had a group of famous People who are pharmacists, although they don’t know martial arts, can quickly enter the ranks of first-class masters by taking medicine. One of them talks about hidden veins and internal strength. I realized this circulation array from it, and can borrow the internal strength in my body. I gave it to others without hurting the hidden veins, but I didn’t know what went wrong, and I suffered internal injuries.

"What he said does make sense." Hua Jin frowned. "You were injured because you were not skilled enough. When the internal force was circulating, it leaked into the damaged pulse, so you suffered internal injuries. But this book But I can’t agree with the words here, medical law is medical law, and martial art is martial art. There is no such thing as a quick accomplishment in the world."
Xiao Se nodded: "Xie Xuan also said later that although Xichu Pharmacists created a large number of masters through this method and temporarily blocked Beili’s attack, the backlash was huge in the end. All the pharmacists were either crazy or dead. In the end, the country was destroyed. But he said that good use of martial arts and medicine is the right way."
"Really interesting person, I really want to meet." Hua Jin finished reading the book and handed it back to Xiao Se.
Xiao Se shook his head: "If you are interested, you can watch for a few more days."
Hua Jin smiled slyly: "I have already remembered it."
Xiao Se was shocked, and then he realized that Hua Jin was actually the legendary person who never forgets. As long as one glance at the books he read, he can remember all of them, and he couldn't help but secretly marvel.
"Moreover." Hua Jin added, "your little brother named Lei can't wait any longer. I eagerly want to go out of the mound to the Leijiabao every day, saying that if he is late, he must be killed by his sister. What sister, so fierce?"
"Probably one of the top five swordsmen in the world, are you fierce?" Xiao Se shrugged.
In the sword pavilion, Lei Wujie was waving the heart sword in his hand.
And Wang Li Su, who was standing opposite him, lightly hooked his index finger, and sword after sword flew towards Lei Wujie.
Lei Wujie shook the heart sword and slashed one sword after another to the ground. He felt a little regretful: "Grandpa, so many good swords, what a pity."
"They are all ordinary grades, what is a pity." Li Su Wang smiled, "If you want to practice the Sword Heart Jue, you must have the determination to cut off the ordinary sword in the world!"
Lei Wujie's Heart Sword swung around in front of him, and then cut the three long swords to the ground.
King Li Su smiled, waved his right hand, and four elegant swords flew up.
Listen to the rain, watch the snow, look at the flowers, smell the wind. Fengya's four swords flew towards Lei Wujie.
Lei Wujie flicked the center sword, swept the four long swords gently, and inserted them in front of him. He smiled slightly: "If you want to practice Sword Heart Jue, you must have the heart to sever the sword, and you must have regrets. Sword Heart."
Li Suwang nodded and smiled.
Lei Wujie looked at Li Suwang: "Grandpa, I am out of the mound this time, what do you need me to do?"
Wang Li Su thought for a while: "Four Swords of Fengya are four good swords I have cast, but there is a better one. Do you know what it is?"
Lei Wujie nodded: "Naturally know. The famous sword moves thousands of mountains, the sword is vast, and one sword moves the thousands of mountains, it rises ten thousand tides, and the sword is ranked seventh.
King Li Su nodded, "But now I don't know whose hands it is. You help me find this person."
Lei Wujie said, "Do you want to get that sword back?"
King Li Su shook his head with a firm voice: "No, I just want to know what kind of person it holds."