151 Chapter 151 Tan’s Resurrection
Chapter 151 Tan comes back to life
When he wrote his thirty-fifth letter to He Wenxue, it had been four years since he came to the Kunlun Sect.
In the village where he grew up, it never snowed. He only heard storytellers talk about the scene of a great hero holding a sword in the snow.
The scene was indescribably enviable and captivating, so in his childhood impression, this was what a chivalrous hero should be like.
When he finally arrived at Kunlun Mountain in his first year and saw such thick snow, crunching underfoot, the disciples who had never seen snow on Kunlun Mountain before, including himself, were indeed excited for several days.
While the elders were giving lectures, the students tilted their heads to look at the snow outside the window; while reading in the Wind Pavilion, they also took the time to look at the snow falling outside the window.
Most children who rarely saw snow as children grow up to be like this.
But once the novelty wore off, they gradually discovered that practicing martial arts in the snow was an extremely difficult thing.
Just standing still is difficult; it's easy to slip and step into deep snow. The other apprentices have been here for a few years and have gotten used to it, and they know how to judge the situation.
Watching these newcomers fall flat on their faces one by one.
Actually, it didn't hurt much, because we got bruised and swollen from the snowball fight.
But I was still laughing and having a great time.
But even after being bruised and battered, he still went to find his junior uncle.
Junior Uncle's place is always packed with people.
Everyone said they fell while practicing martial arts, but the bruises and swelling on their faces clearly came from a snowball fight!
Later, my junior uncle said that he would be going into seclusion on snowy days, so no one should go to his place.
Suddenly, they had nowhere to get treatment for their injuries.
They could only go to the elders and senior brothers in charge of applying the medicine, but the elders and senior brothers could tell at a glance where these bruises and swellings came from. They had been watching the newcomers lie every year, and they knew exactly what was going on.
So every time they come back, they get scolded.
Who knows how much they missed their junior master at that moment!
I have a deep impression of him unfollowing me. It was springtime when my junior uncle came out of seclusion, but he didn't look well.
Perhaps, my junior uncle was sick that winter, not because he found them noisy.
That was in the first winter; now it's the fourth winter.
In his letter to He Wenxue, he wrote—Old He, it's snowing again this year. I can now walk freely in the snow and practice my skills. Newcomers have arrived at the Kunlun Sect, hahaha, they're all falling and stomping in the snow. It reminds me of the winter I first arrived at the Kunlun Sect three years ago. Time flies! Have you become a great hero by now?
Fu Jin looked at him: "What are you writing? You're laughing as you write?"
"I'm still writing letters to that friend!" He's written a thick stack of them, and they're all in the drawer. He still doesn't know where to send them.
Fu Jin leaned closer: "You've been writing for years, what kind of friends are so important?"
He looked up and exclaimed, "A friend who told me to come to Kunlun, and I listened to him and actually came to Kunlun!"
Fu Jin pouted and glanced at him sideways: "A girl?"
He couldn't help but laugh: "The name sounds like a girl's!"
He Wenxue, He Wenxue, her name contains the characters "Wenxue," doesn't it sound like a girl's name?
That's what he was thinking, but while he didn't mean it, Fu Jin seemed to ignore him for the next few days.
He didn't know what he had done to offend him: "Hey buddy, are you mad at me?"
"Who's your buddy?" Fu Jin asked, displeased.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I'll help you with the Elder's homework. Or, I can give you my spot to go down the mountain?" He rambled on incoherently. Fu Jin lay in bed and said, "I'm not feeling well. I want to sleep for a while."
Oh, it's been three years, and it's still the same four people sharing a room.
It was called a room, but it was actually quite large, with a large partition in the middle. He and Fu Jin were in one partition; the fat man and Song Jin were on the other side.
So Fu Jin went to sleep immediately, and he couldn't say anything.
But it snowed, and it was cold in Kunlun. He thought for a moment, lit a charcoal stove, and moved it closer to Fu Jin's bed. He then left a gap by the bed before he felt at ease.
After fixing the window cracks, I turned around and saw Fu Jin frowning, her face flushed, looking uncomfortable.
"Ah Jin?" he called out. The other person seemed to be having a nightmare. He could only call out again, but there was no response. She was just trapped in the nightmare and couldn't get out. Her expression was very painful.
He wanted to push him away, but then he remembered the three rules they had agreed upon:
He's a germaphobe and can't cross boundaries—he just kicked Tan Nuan across the boundary with his foot, but Tan Nuan crossed the boundary while he didn't, so it doesn't count;
He doesn't like getting too close to people, not even touching them—he unfollowed the outstretched hand and withdrew it. Goodness, his forehead was so red. He was thinking of touching it, thinking he had a fever and should take him to his junior uncle, but then he thought, if he were to reach out, two of the three rules would be ruined.
Remembering that Fu Jin was still angry, should we wait and see?
Fu Jin takes things very seriously, so it's best not to provoke him any further.
He happened to have other things to do.
During his four years at the Kunlun Sect, his martial arts skills improved rapidly.
Especially in the last two years.
Previously, his foundation was weak, so he had to make adjustments and repairs. Fu Jin accompanied him, starting with the simple basics and practicing each skill one by one until he was considered proficient. It was truly a case of sharpening the axe before chopping wood.
His solid foundation in the previous two years allowed him to make rapid progress and handle things with ease in the last two years.
But there's no way to relax at all.
Because in addition to the Kunlun Sect disciples' homework, mental cultivation methods, and techniques, there is also the fishing true qi and techniques from Master's place.
In the past, when his foundation was not solid, he could only follow his master's instructions and do what he was told, but he couldn't grasp the meaning. In the past two years, he has gradually learned and mastered more and more, and he has also begun to think about why his master made such adjustments, and then communicate with his master.
Before he knew it, a towering building had sprung up. From the very first question he asked until now, he could understand his master's adjustments to the internal energy cultivation method.
On one occasion, his internal energy reversed, and he encountered bandits lurking at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. His master led his disciples to confront them, but the reversed internal energy injured his heart meridian.
Fortunately, Junior Uncle is still here.
The junior uncle secretly treated Master's injuries for three months, keeping it a secret during that time. He also told Master to be careful, and if it didn't work, to stop immediately, because if those old men found out, they would start nagging him again...
The master listened, but because he was injured, he had no choice but to continue.
He was worried about his master's safety, so he secretly tried the internal energy reversal technique that his master hadn't finished testing before.
Because it was a deduction he and his master performed together, he couldn't figure out where the problem lay.
Given my master's personality, he wouldn't even wait for his injuries to heal; as soon as he felt a little better, he would definitely try it secretly—so why don't he try it himself!
He's young and his skills aren't very deep, so even if he goes astray, it's easy to bring him back to his senses.
Strangely, while his master's internal energy reversed direction when he practiced the same method, his did not.
Although everyone's physical constitution, meridians, and current state are different, which will all have an impact, he has been practicing these two sets of exercises for some time now—it shouldn't be like this.
His training method was exactly the same as his master's; they were not similar at all.
He decided to do it again, in the same way, circulating his internal energy through the meridians throughout his body to reach every part of his body.
The Kunlun Heart Sutra will experience noticeable stagnation here because too much energy has been used up previously, and without proper rest, it will impact the meridians; however, the Fishing True Qi will be corrected here, but it will result in a loss of internal energy.
Compared to the loss of internal energy, this adjustment provides greater protection for the meridians of those practicing the technique.
You might not see the difference after one, one month, one year, or even three to five years, but after ten or twenty years, a martial artist's meridians will be completely different.
The internal energy circulated for another full cycle, but strangely, there was still nothing unusual.
Moreover, there was nothing unusual about it.
It shouldn't be like this...
For the next hour or so, he continuously circulated his internal energy, repeatedly trying and failing.
Strangely, nothing unusual happened after more than an hour. He didn't give up and continued for the next two or three hours, doing the same thing.
Not only did the internal energy not flow backward, but the meridians throughout the body felt extremely smooth, as if they were being repeatedly opened up under strong pressure.
He wanted to go find his master, but then he remembered that Fu Jin was still in the room.
Fearing that Fu Jin was still ill, he went back inside to check on her.
Fu Jinren was still asleep, but he was startled when he saw her, because her face looked like a steamed crab. "A-Jin!"
He called out, but Fu Jin still didn't wake up.
Could he have fainted? He reached out and touched his forehead; it was burning hot. He had a fever, and was even a little delirious from the fever.
After a moment's hesitation, he still lifted the covers, preparing to carry him to his junior uncle's place, only to find him trembling under the covers.
If it shakes, it will still burn.
"Fu Jin, let's go to Junior Uncle's place." He said to him, and whether he heard him or not, he tugged tightly into his sleeve, his voice trembling softly, "No, no, no..."
My consciousness was completely blurred by the burning, but I kept repeating this sentence with sheer willpower.
He hesitated to unfollow, but Fu Jin held his sleeve tightly and did not let go.
After thinking about it, I unfollowed him and put him back on the list. He was cold, so I gave him another blanket.
Everyone had two extra blankets as spares. Last time he went down the mountain with Fu Jin, Fu Jin bought two extra blankets, and he took them out and covered him with them all at once.
Regardless, I should go see my junior uncle first.
"Junior Uncle!" he introduced himself from a distance.
"Why are you here again?" Junior Uncle asked with a smile. Among these disciples, he seemed to be the closest to those who had unfollowed him.
It's probably because the Kunlun Sect is known for its seriousness, and its disciples are mostly serious and earnest. Even when they come to him for medicine, they may have some ulterior motives, but they are still well-behaved and somewhat boring.
But unfollowing is different; unfollowing is on a completely different level from the thought processes of all other Kunlun disciples.
Unfollowing someone can make him laugh for a long time if he does something unexpected or tells a joke.
In addition, people frequently unfollowed him, often because they were injured here or there, especially in the first year or two after he came to Kunlun.
I don't hurt myself much anymore; I just have more opportunities to meet the sect leader while grilling fish.
“Ah Jin has a cold and a fever. I offered to carry him over, but he refused. He was shivering all over, so I added two more blankets for him. I was thinking of coming here to see if there was any medicine for him to take over.”
"A cold and fever?" Junior Uncle sighed softly, "Recently, many disciples on Kunlun Mountain have fallen ill. It's mostly a case of you passing the disease on to me and me passing it on to you. I still have some pre-packaged medicine here. Take it and see how to decoct it."
"Okay! Thank you, Junior Uncle!" Huanxi unfollowed him, but before leaving, she turned back and said, "By the way, Junior Uncle, Fu Jin is thin and small, unlike the other brothers. Should we reduce the dosage for him? I'm afraid the medicine will be too strong."
Pay close attention to details.
Junior Uncle chuckled: "No need to reduce it, when he's full of energy he's even more vigorous than an ox."
Thinking about it, unfollowing makes sense.
"Then I'll be going now, Junior Uncle." With that, he turned to leave.
"Come back," his junior uncle called, and he obeyed. "What is it?"
The other person handed him another packet: "Didn't I tell you? There are a lot of disciples on the mountain catching colds lately. You pass it on to me and I pass it on to you. You and Fu Jin share a room, so there's a good chance you'll catch it too. Take this back and brew it yourself."
He understood; prevention is better than cure.
"Thank you, Junior Uncle!" He didn't stand on ceremony after unfollowing him. Before leaving, he leaned closer and said, "Next time I go down the mountain, I'll buy you dried fruit! Two big bags full."
The junior uncle was both amused and annoyed: "You're just greedy, aren't you?"
Unfollowing is a headache.
"Oh, right." He remembered, "I'm going to Master's place later, Junior Uncle. Do you need me to bring some medicine with me?"
Junior Uncle looked at him and said, "You just got back? Why are you going again? Let your master rest properly. He's not a child anymore. Don't bother him in front of him. If he can't close his eyes, his injuries will heal faster. He has to see those old men tomorrow. He needs to be in good spirits, otherwise, if they find out, there will be a lot of trouble."
Junior Uncle reminded me.
Only Master and Junior Uncle knew about the matter of fishing with true qi, which is why Junior Uncle reminded him.
She unfollowed him and returned, whispering, "That's what I went to see Master about, Junior Uncle. I just tried it, and I can't reverse the flow of internal energy."
Upon hearing this, the junior uncle was slightly taken aback: "You tried it?"
He nodded, "Yes, Master is so badly injured, so I might as well give it a try. Otherwise, with his personality, he would have secretly tried it every two days. Anyway, my foundation is shallow and I'm young, so if I go astray, I can just start over."
Junior Uncle looked at him and said, "Don't you know your own limitations? Your master was able to protect himself because of his profound internal strength. With your mediocre skills, don't even try. What did your master tell you? I'll go tell your master."
"No, Junior Uncle." He flipped over the table and took a shortcut to him: "I really tried it. For a full three hours, I circulated my internal energy continuously. Not only did my internal energy not flow backward, but my whole body felt comfortable. You can see for yourself!"
After saying that, he reached out his hand, and his junior uncle looked at him with a puzzled expression.
He reluctantly reached out his hand after being repeatedly pleaded with his eyes.
The junior master remained quiet throughout the pulse diagnosis, even when unfollowing the account, and finally asked, "How is it, isn't it?"
Junior Uncle didn't say anything.
He leaned closer and said, "Junior Uncle, you said Master's skill is so much deeper than mine, so how come Master can reverse his internal energy while I can't? Logically speaking, it should be me who has a shallow foundation, so could there be something wrong with me?"
Upon hearing that there was a problem, his junior uncle instructed him, "Even if there is a problem, wait until your master recovers before discussing it. Tomorrow is a big day at Kunlun Mountain, so don't bother your master with these things. We'll talk about it after tomorrow. You go back and take care of Fu Jin first. Remember, if the fever doesn't break within three days, bring him here."
Wang Sumo looked at him: "And then, old man, did you leave?"
The old man nodded: "I'm leaving."
Wang Sumo remained silent. The old man's trust in Tan Huisheng was even the same as that of the old fish-eating master...
The old man continued, "You asked about Junior Uncle earlier, so I told you everything that came to mind."
Wang Sumo said softly, "Grandpa, he seems to treat you very well."
The old man sighed softly, "Yes, Junior Uncle was very good to me. Later, when the Kunlun Sect got into trouble, several elders wanted to hold me accountable, and it was he who came out to protect me..."
The old man's eyes were resolute: "Girl, the person we're looking for is definitely not him."
It can't be...
[Author's Note]
Praise me! I wrote so much today!
What to do? I can't stop writing, I want to finish writing this in one go.
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