150 Mysterious Things
Three days later, Ping An was completely recovered and his spirits returned.
"Sir, let's go back to the city. I feel completely fine."
Sun Wen disagreed. This time it was not a simple cold. An ordinary fever would not cause a person to be unconscious for a day. His little face had become thinner.
"Rest for a few more days, and leave the valley in early March. Come back after you've dealt with your affairs. Wait until your master comes back."
Ping'an thought about it and decided that this was fine. He had only studied pharmacy with Master Qin for three months, which felt was not enough. It would be best to study for another year or two.
"Then let's rest for two more days. I won't go back to the manor this time. It's not good to make mother worry. Come back after discussing with father. Master should notify us before he comes back. During this time, we will wait in the valley."
"good."
In the morning, Sun Wen continued to give lectures to Ping An, but did not assign any other homework. Qingshi had been making medicinal food to replenish Ping An's energy in the past two days, so he did not dare to be careless.
Chang Chunfeng just came out of the examination room. The results will be out in mid-March. If he passes, he will take the palace examination at the end of March, and be assigned an official position in mid-April. He will be back at the end of April at the latest.
It's only early March, so there's no rush.
He was a little panicked when he first received the letter from Old Ge. Now he thinks that he was too impatient. He went out to discuss with Wan Changsheng. One day was enough. Many things needed to be thought about by others. He stayed for one day to deal with chores and then went home. Including the time for the round trip, he was gone for several days.
Time is precious and peace cannot be wasted, and the same goes for him.
After a peaceful lunch, I returned to my room and closed the door, finally having some time alone.
He recalled the art of walking on snow without leaving any trace that he had learned in his dream school. It seemed to really work, but unfortunately the room was too small for him to put it into practice. He would find a free time in the afternoon and sneak out to give it a try.
Similarly, the formations learned in the dream can only be recalled in my mind, as if I had practiced them thousands of times and everything was so easy. Unfortunately, it is still not convenient to try.
This made him very excited.
He actually encountered such a mysterious thing. This Taoist Master Hu could be considered one of his masters, but it was a pity that he could not repay him. The Taoist master in his dream told him that he didn't need to help him move the grave or offer sacrifices, and that dust should return to dust.
He used to be a complete atheist who didn't believe in ghosts and gods and thought that everything would be over when a person died. But now he can no longer say that. He was reincarnated with his memories and was taught by a Taoist priest in his dreams.
He studied with Master Qin for half the afternoon, then left Qingshi and Wu Jun behind and set up his own pharmaceutical workshop.
Master Qin just thought that he didn't have enough energy and needed to rest, so he let him do it.
Ping'an quickly slipped to a remote place, and seeing that there was no one around, he began to practice his newly learned kung fu. With the foundation of the light skills that Xiaowu had taught him before, the effect was really good this time.
Ping An felt like he had become a cloud, floating around freely. This feeling was really great. The place in the dream was so magical. He studied for a long time and only came out for half a day.
It will probably take Xiao Wu a long time to learn to this level.
He didn't dare try again, in case he ran into someone, especially an acquaintance, and there was no way to explain the situation.
He set up a formation in the small woods next to him. Just as he had imagined, he did not look like a child at this moment. He was familiar with the situation and handled it with ease, like a complete expert.
He usually wouldn't use these formations, they were too magical. There were many talented people in this world, so naturally there would be people who understood formations, but he was almost certain that there must be very few people who were as good at formations as the Taoist priest.
In other words, that formation secret book is very important and valuable.
He had to listen to the Taoist priest. The formation could not be passed on to outsiders unless they were his heirs.
Then you have to collect it well.
After a while, when he returned to the yard, the sky in the west was full of sunset glow. Qingshi and Wu Jun came back almost at the same time.
Erqiang, Linfeng, Fangwu and the others, these days, except for studying for an hour in the morning, spent the rest of the time practicing martial arts and training with Dawu and the others. They came back all covered in dust and dirt.
Seeing Ping An, Er Qiang grinned: "Ping An, are you feeling better? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
Ping An looked at Er Qiang who was getting darker and stronger. His face was dirty with sweat, but his smile and his mouthful of white teeth made him look incredibly funny.
He smiled sincerely: "Very good, how is your Kung Fu training going?"
Er Qiang took a stance and said, "Ping An, look, I can beat up two adults now. My brother and my father are no problem at all."
Ping An grinned. This little cousin, he can hit people if he wants to, he is very powerful, why does he have to compare him to his own father and brother?
Lin Feng laughed on the side.
Ping An asked, "Cousin, how do you compare to Raymond Lam?"
Er Qiang felt a little uncomfortable: "It's about the same, we are probably the same, but I am much better than Fang Wu."
Lin Feng whispered, "He is younger than you."
Er Qiang blushed: "How about we compete?"
He was twelve and Fang Wu was ten years old. He was indeed two years older. He was the oldest among the five children, but he was also the team leader, so he was still a small leader after all.
Ping An said hurriedly, "Okay, what are we competing for now? Go take a shower, we'll have dinner soon. My husband and I will be out for something the day after tomorrow morning, and we'll be back in a few days. I'll buy you some delicious food then."
Erqiang was anxious: "Ping An, are you going back to the village? I want to go with you. I miss my aunt too."
Ping An shook his head and said, "I have something else to do and will not be back this time. Tomorrow is the beginning of March and we will leave the valley at the end of April. During this time, you should learn from the capable people in the valley. I will not be back for a while after I return."
Erqiang then kept silent.
Two months was indeed not enough. These days, the Valley Master's apprentice Leopard also taught them. Brother Leopard's kung fu was really amazing. Master Dawu could barely tie with him.
There are many brothers in the valley, all of whom are good at Kung Fu. They usually find time in the afternoon to compete with each other, which is almost like real fighting, which cannot be compared with morning exercises, even though they often get bruised and swollen.
But these are not a problem.
The night before leaving, Ping An secretly gave the handwritten copy of "Treading Snow Heart Sutra" to Xiao Wu, asking him to lead Lin Feng to learn it first, and the others could follow later.
Since they would be back soon, Ping An simply packed a little luggage and left the valley with his master and Uncle Fang.
Along the way, the three of them didn't talk much. If they set out in the morning, they would arrive at noon. Wan Changsheng must be in the clinic, and this incident was also a blow to him.
When we reached the foot of the mountain, we drove the carriage out of Qian's house and headed back to the city.
In early March, it is spring, with green branches and leaves everywhere. Villagers are busy working in the fields on both sides of the road. A year's plan depends on spring, but I don't know whether the coming days will be good weather or not.
Fang Xiao was driving the car in front, and Sun Wen looked at the young disciple: "We will arrive in half an hour. Your father should be in the medical hall. I think I should talk to him first."
Ping'an nodded. He really didn't know how to start the conversation about this. Being alive is better than being dead, but it was an extremely speechless thing for the mother and daughter. If it had happened a year earlier, everyone would be happy.
But fate has arranged it this way, can you blame God?
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