The innate Great Circulation is a constant flow in human nature. Those who practice internal gong control their internal energy to circulate rapidly through the body, completing a cycle that would normally take a day in an hour or less, thereby strengthening the body's "qi."
From this we can see that the practice of internal gong corresponds to the five internal organs in the human body, and the "qi" cultivated must also flow along fixed meridian routes. These are all matters of slight error that can lead to huge losses.
The Zhao family's ancestors had served as imperial physicians. In ancient times, doctors often traveled extensively, and no one could predict what might happen along the way. Therefore, doctors, if able, would generally learn a few skills, and the Zhao family's ancestors were no exception.
If Zhao Qingshan had not learned the ancestral kung fu, had sharp six senses, and was much more agile than ordinary people, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.
When Zhao Qingshan diagnosed the cause of Wen Ziqing's illness, he was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat. This kid is so bold!
Wen Ziqing had no master's guidance, and he only relied on a book to grope around, which caused him to lose his breath and fall into a coma.
If Wen Ziqing had only been practicing internal energy for more than half a year and had not cultivated too little energy in his body, this time he would definitely not be able to speak, but he might even die.
However, this child is really a genius! Zhao Qingshan secretly admired.
Zhao Qingshan had learned martial arts from his family and knew that cultivating internal energy was quite demanding. Zhao Qingshan himself had practiced martial arts for over forty years, but the amount of energy he possessed was only as thick as a chopstick.
When Zhao Guohui was a child, he practiced with Zhao Qingshan for two years, but he didn't develop any sense of Qi. After practicing for a few more years, Zhao Guohui still couldn't get started, so he gave up learning martial arts.
Wen Ziqing was able to develop a sense of Qi just by randomly exploring without the guidance of a master, so he can be considered a genius.
Zhao Qingshan took Wen Ziqing's pulse and found that in half a year, the energy in Wen Ziqing's body had become as thick as a hair.
Zhao Qingshan had a liking for Wen Ziqing, a child with talent.
Zhao Qingshan had two children. Zhao Guohui was not cut out for martial arts, and Zhao Yunxiang was a girl who had no interest in learning martial arts. Zhao Qingshan even thought that the Zhao family's martial arts had been lost in his generation.
God sent a martial arts genius, Wen Ziqing, here. Is this to let him continue to carry forward the Zhao family's martial arts?
Zhao Qingshan started to treat Wen Ziqing. Just like the old military doctor Wen Ziqing met in his previous life, Zhao Qingshan also used silver needles to help Wen Ziqing clear his meridians.
Maybe it was because Wen Ziqing's meridians were blocked for a short time, or maybe it was because of Zhou Yuanyuan's unintentional kick. Two days later, when Wen Ziqing practiced Qigong, the meridians in his body were unobstructed.
Zhao Qingshan felt very relieved. This child was not only a good material for learning martial arts, but his body's self-healing ability was much better than that of ordinary people.
Zhao Qingshan hesitated for two days and finally made a decision.
Early that morning, Zhao Qingshan called Wen Ziqing into his room. It was unclear what they talked about, but after a quarter of an hour, Zhao Qingshan left with a smile. A moment later, Wen Ziqing reluctantly emerged from the room.
Wen Ziqing's expression was still cold, but his aura had obviously changed.
Zhou Yuanyuan got up early in the morning and took a broom to sweep the yard.
The Zhao family's yard was actually very clean. Zhao Qingshan didn't raise pigs or chickens, so even if it wasn't swept for a few days, it wouldn't feel dirty. Zhou Yuanyuan was just used to it. Sweeping the floor early in the morning gave her some time to clear her mind.
Before Zhou Yuanyuan had finished sweeping half the yard, her grandfather, Zhao Qingshan, came out of the room, laughing heartily. Seeing Zhou Yuanyuan sweeping the floor, Zhao Qingshan suddenly picked her up and spun her around a few times.
Zhou Yuanyuan screamed loudly. The sudden feeling of being in the air and the broom in her hand was as funny as she thought it was.
After Zhao Qingshan spun Zhou Yuanyuan around for a few rounds, he put her back on the ground with a hearty laugh. He then reached out and rubbed Zhou Yuanyuan's soft, sparse hair before walking out.
Zhou Yuanyuan hadn't seen Zhao Qingshan so happy in a long time. His laughter was full of heartiness and satisfaction, as if he had something special to be happy about.
Zhou Yuanyuan was a little curious. You know, ever since arriving in Zhaojiagou, Zhao Qingshan had always been cheerful towards Zhao Yunxiang and Zhou Yuanyuan, but the moment he turned around, his smile vanished. It was no wonder Zhao Yunxiang wasn't having a good time at the Zhou family. As her father, how could Zhao Qingshan not be worried?
Zhou Yuanyuan pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of any recent happy events in the Zhao family. Zhao Yunxiang was delighted by the fish balls, but Zhao Qingshan remained completely unmoved. It was clear that even if the fish balls were settled, it wouldn't have made him this happy.
Unable to figure it out, Zhou Yuanyuan stopped thinking about it and picked up the broom to continue sweeping the floor.
Before Zhou Yuanyuan finished sweeping, she saw Wen Ziqing emerge from Zhao Qingshan's room. He slowly moved into the yard and stood beside Zhou Yuanyuan, not moving for a long moment. He tilted his head high, a faint smile on his lips, as if he were looking through the clouds.
Zhou Yuanyuan became even more curious. What were these two, the old man and the child, up to so early in the morning?
"Bingkuai, why did my grandpa look for you?" Zhou Yuanyuan asked hurriedly while her mother Zhao Yunxiang was busy cooking.
Over the past two days, Zhou Yuanyuan had discovered that despite Wen Ziqing's aloofness, he was surprisingly tolerant of her. To push Wen Ziqing's limits and to avenge the "random hug" incident a few days ago, Zhou Yuanyuan had been calling him random nicknames like "Ice Cube," "Iceberg," and "Iceman" whenever there were no adults around.
Wen Ziqing always had a blank expression on his face and did not respond at all, neither angry nor happy, like a leaf blowing through the wind without getting a single scratch on it.
Zhou Yuanyuan was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she found all kinds of ways to make fun of Wen Ziqing.
Zhou Yuanyuan was really curious today. First, grandpa was so happy as if he had drunk half a catty of wine (Zhao Qingshan didn't have a good alcohol tolerance. He usually drank two taels at most in one meal. If he drank three taels, Zhao Qingshan would pull people to cry for his old lady. If he drank half a catty of wine, that would be a big deal. He would be smiling and happy all day long). Then Wen Ziqing appeared shyly with a blush on her face?
How bizarre! How can an ice cube, always so cold, have expressions? And why are the tips of its ears red? Is it shy? This doesn't make sense!
Wen Ziqing glanced at Zhou Yuanyuan and felt warm in his heart as he listened to Zhou Yuanyuan's questions in a tone that was slightly gossipy.
Zhou Yuanyuan has a round apple face, willow-shaped eyebrows, a pair of big almond-shaped eyes, and a rosy, slightly upturned mouth. She has a very pleasing appearance at first glance.
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