Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Doctor Zheng asked him to come over tomorrow, as if he wanted to give Lin Qing his last words.

But the strange thing is, whether it's a demonstration for himself or when the two sides are exchanging ideas, Dr. Zheng can burst out with a power that doesn't belong to him at all.

Thinking of this, Lin Qing's heart was in a panic, not feeling well.

Although Dr. Zheng has repeatedly emphasized that the two are not masters and apprentices.

But Lin Qing has already regarded him as the only master.

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Lin Qing shook his head and went to bed.

That night, he had a rare insomnia.

Although in terms of his current mental strength, insomnia will not affect the second day's exercise at all.

But my heart was flustered, and I couldn't even enter the state when punching.

"do not fight."

Neijiaquan emphasizes the harmony of body and mind.

If you don't have a steady mind to punch, you will easily lose your breath and go crazy.

He dealt with it casually at noon, and when it was almost the time the two of them made an appointment, he got up and went to the clinic immediately.

At this time, Dr. Zheng was already sitting at the wooden table in the hall, waiting for his arrival.

On the table was a delicate red sandalwood box.

In the room, everything has been cleaned up, the medicine cabinet, and the furniture are covered with a layer of white cloth.

Doctor Zheng looked calm, looked at Lin Qing: "Sit down."

Moving the stool and sitting on the opposite side, Lin Qing looked at the other person, waiting for him to speak.

Dr. Zheng looked around, with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes, he sighed and said, "I have almost packed everything in the house, and I will leave this house to you."

"Looking back now, I realize that there are really few things that can be taken away."

Hearing this, Lin Qingpei came out of it, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Doctor Zheng.

"Didn't you always want to hear my story, and now I'll tell you."

Dr. Zheng fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he spoke slowly, with a hoarse voice:

"I am an orphan, without father or mother. I was adopted by my master since I was a child, and I practice Bajiquan."

"Although the master is very strict, he treats me very well. Although I call him master, I have long regarded Mrs. Master as a reborn parent."

"Master has a total of three personal disciples, and I am the boss. When I grow up, I help master take care of the martial arts hall."

Speaking of this, a trace of unconcealable sadness flashed in Dr. Zheng's eyes:

"Until one day, the master was seriously injured by a local enemy in a sneak attack and died."

"Master was furious, so she called our three senior brothers over to discuss revenge for Master."

"The revenge has to be avenged, the martial arts hall has to be opened, and the dozen or so people under him have to eat."

"The mistress decided to draw lots, and the apprentice who was drawn would leave the martial arts hall to avenge his master, and spend the rest of his life adhering to the independent way."

Hearing this, Lin Qing's heart sank.

After watching so many martial arts movies, he has a certain understanding of this lonely way.

If you follow this way, you will not be able to marry, you will not be able to pass on your skills, you will not marry a wife and have children, and you will be alone for a lifetime.

This is the unique oath of martial arts in that era.

Doctor Zheng taught Lin Qingshi that he deliberately told them that the relationship between them is not a master-student relationship.

"I got it, and I also repaid the kindness of my master and wife's upbringing, and I killed my enemy."

Doctor Zheng grinned and continued.

"At the time when the national crisis was at stake, I joined the local self-defense force, and then followed our army to drive out foreign enemies. After that, I came to this small village and began to study medicine."

Lin Qing nodded. It turned out that Dr. Zheng's medical skills were learned after returning to the village, not the military doctor passed down by the villagers.

"Later."

Having said this, Dr. Zheng clenched his fists, his emotions fluctuated violently, and his voice was a little choked.

"It was only later that I found out that my wife had secretly tampered with the drawing of lots, and she and my juniors had already planned to push me out."

Lin Qing's pupils narrowed sharply, and she looked at Dr. Zheng in disbelief.

He knew how much sadness was hidden in that seemingly flat tone.

After a long time, Doctor Zheng calmed down slowly.

"This is my story, what do you think?"

"Do you hate?"

"It turned out to be hate."

Dr. Zheng grinned and continued: "I wanted you to agree to my last request, which is to avenge me and go to the Beipai Wushu Association to help me vent my anger."

After that, he changed the topic: "But after getting along with you, I'm relieved."

"I, Zheng Huaigu, used to scold the most not for the group of people who ruined my life, but the thieves. I hate why I have to experience this life full of suffering."

"But now I understand that all the suffering is meaningful. God gave me a rare martial art genius at the last moment of my life. This is giving me a legacy, a ray of incense."

"Lin Qing, you are very competitive."

"But still remember what I told you, don't tie your belt too tight."

Doctor Zheng looked at the silent Lin Qing, and pushed the wooden box on the table in front of Lin Qing:

"This is the bottom of my press box, which is supposed to be brought into the coffin, but I like you kid, so I'll give it all to you."

"The box is divided into two layers. On the first layer are some irrelevant letters and a medical book."

"The book contains my medical experience. I won't be able to take you with me in the future. How much you can understand depends entirely on yourself."

"Promise me, let's put aside boxing for now, you are already good enough, you can open a martial arts gym to recruit disciples in my time."

"There is no distinction between medicine and martial arts. Learn medical skills first, and then practice boxing."

Lin Qing didn't speak, but nodded heavily.

"The way to pass on martial arts is long and difficult; whether it is the divine realm of Taijiquan, the union of flesh and blood with Bajiquan, or the legendary state of strength transformation, you must understand your original intention of practicing boxing before you can go on."

"The boxing you have learned is more difficult than ordinary people if you want to make a decision. Don't have a demon."

Doctor Zheng grinned and continued:

"This second layer is the real legacy I left to you. Don't open it until your boxing has no intention."

"Don't ask me what's inside, you'll know my intentions when you open it."

"As for Bajiquan, I leave everything I can teach you to you, and the rest depends on your own understanding."

"Oh yes, there are also tonics. This thing is very important. I wrote it out for you in the medical book. You can look back and see how to take it..."

The seldom-talking Dr. Zheng changed his usual babble.

His tone was very calm, as if a grandfather was instructing his grandson on a long journey.

"Also, I will leave my funeral to you. After everything is over, just scatter my ashes on the back mountain..."

"I see, Master."

At this moment, Lin Qing who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Dr. Zheng, who still wanted to babble, was stunned, with hot old tears in his eyes, and his whole body trembling with excitement.

Then, he grinned, revealing a childish smile.

"Okay, ok, ok... ok."

Lin Qing didn't speak, stood up silently, knelt on the ground, "kowtow three times to you."

However, Doctor Zheng pulled him up and patted Lin Qing on the shoulder, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face:

"What's the age, we don't like this now, go back, I want to be alone, come back tomorrow morning."

An old man and a young man walked to the door, Dr. Zheng stuffed the wooden box into his arms, waved his hand, and sent Lin Qing away.

Looking at the slowly receding figure, Dr. Zheng murmured in a voice only he could hear:

"My life, Zheng Huaigu, is worth it."

Don't get stuck with the plot, I will add three chapters today to finish writing this short plot.

Chapter 72 Three Saints Are Immortal!

The next day, when Lin Qing came to the clinic in the morning, Doctor Zheng had already passed away.

He sat cross-legged on the bed calmly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

That appearance made Lin Qing dazed, as if the old man hadn't passed away, but just fell into a long sleep.

Lin Qing bowed deeply.

To become a saint, one must do three things.

Lide, meritorious service, and Liyan are collectively called the three immortals of saints.

Doctor Zheng practiced martial arts in the first half of his life, defended his family and country in his middle age, and in his later years, he used his medical skills to save the world.

These three immortals occupy the first two items, and they are only one step away from sanctification.

And this last statement is also the most difficult.

Throughout the ages, there have been only three saints in the history of China.

They are Confucius, Mencius, and Wang Yangming.

Doctor Zheng, you can be a half saint.

That's why he could foresee the day of his death.

In the next few days, Lin Qing presided over Dr. Zheng's funeral as an apprentice.

During this period of time, many people from the village and outside the village came, all of whom were patients treated by Dr. Zheng.

There are village women who cry as soon as they come in with their children in their arms.

There are middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes who came back from the big city on a special trip.

Most of them had been treated by Dr. Zheng, and after they grew up, they went to the big cities to work hard. After learning the news of Dr. Zheng's death, they came here in a hurry.

There are also elderly people in their 80s who, regardless of their family members, came to worship in person.

Most of the villagers who came to worship held a bright red pennant in their hands.

Everything written on it is a tribute to Dr. Zheng.

Presumably Doctor Zheng refused to accept it, so they kept it.

In the past few days, more and more people have come to worship, and each of them will leave the pennant in his hand before leaving.

Many people approached Lin Qing for help, but he refused them all in the end.

Lin Qing looked at the sad crowd silently, and understood the meaning of the Three Immortals.

After returning from joining the army, he did not enjoy the treatment he deserved, but came to this mountain village to learn medicine by himself.

If you promise to follow the solitary path, you will never marry and have no children.

Even after death, the villagers will always remember this lonely doctor.

This can be described as immortal.

On the first seven days, the whole village wore hemp and filial piety, preparing to send Dr. Zheng to his funeral.

That morning, an Audi A6 stopped at the gate of the village.

Four people got out of the car, and the young woman who led them looked around and sized up the village.

"Fu Bo, is this the place that grandpa said?"