Doctor Chen held the piece of paper and left as if he had found a treasure. Before he left, he told Li Yi that when he got back, he had to make a copy of what was written on it and personally hand it over to Sir Liu of the Imperial Physician's Bureau.
As for the original manuscript, which was this piece of paper, he had to keep it at home and pray to it every day so that it could be passed down to future generations …
It seemed that for the ancient people, money was not the most important thing. Even when they did not have enough to eat, clothes to wear, and food to eat, they still valued reputation and honor more than anything else.
Scholars sharpened their brains to enter the court and become an official. Which one of them did not have ambitions to fulfill, to make a career, and to leave their name in the annals of history?
Perhaps later on, they only thought about making money and wielding power, but that was a trend in a bad situation. One could not deny their original intentions.
Doctor Chen put down his pride and asked him for advice on suturing wounds. He even traveled thousands of miles from Qing 'an Prefecture to the capital to personally hand this thing over to the hands of the Imperial Physician, Liu Jimin, so that all the doctors in the world could learn it. All this was just to leave a small mark in the annals of history. If someone in the future, when suturing a wound, had a one in a million chance of thinking of the name Chen Mufeng, he would probably laugh out loud in his coffin …
His obsession was so deep that if Li Yi had said no at that time, Doctor Chen would probably have knocked his head on Li Yi's body to prove his sincerity …
As he walked out of Ruyi's Workshop, he sighed. Leaving a name in the annals of history was far more practical than a few hundred or a thousand taels of silver. In the future, if he had a cold or diarrhea, he would not go to other medicine shops, but to Huichun Hall. Whatever he could get back was better.
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Li Yi held a sword in his hand and waved it in the courtyard.
Every day, he would take out two hours to practice martial arts in the courtyard. This had become his daily routine.
The sword in his hand was Liu Ruyi's treasure. After much coaxing and pestering, he finally managed to borrow it from her. He also used ten pieces of osmanthus cakes as a condition for her to teach him a set of swordsmanship.
The osmanthus cake was given to him by Wan Ruoqing. He liked doing business without any cost the most. In two days, he had almost mastered the basic sword art taught by Liu Ruyi. When he was fighting with Miss.Liu, who only used a branch and did not use any True Qi, his sword was knocked away after only two moves, and the branch was on his neck.
The evaluation he received was that he only knew inflexible moves and did not know how to be flexible. Even if he learned a powerful sword art, it would be useless.
Li Yi was also helpless about this. He didn't have much experience in fighting, and only Miss.Liu was willing to spar with him. How much flexibility could he possibly have?
He also knew where his shortcomings were. When it came to practicing martial arts, not everyone could dominate the world after learning a powerful martial art. Without enough accumulation of experience, it was like owning a treasure for nothing. The only thing missing was the key to open the door.
It would be a waste not to use the free sparring partner. If he fought with Miss.Liu more, he would become more and more powerful.
Uncle Han walked over with a cloth bag in his hand and put it on the stone table. There was a rustling sound coming from the cloth bag. Uncle Han smiled and said, "Young Master, the small wooden blocks are all done."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Han."
Li Yi opened the cloth bag and saw piles of small wooden blocks inside. They already had the shape of mahjong, and the size was similar to the size of the mahjong in the future. The edges and corners were also polished very smooth, so it would not hurt his hand.
He counted the number, and there were exactly 150 pieces.
There were 136 pieces in a set of mahjong. In case one piece was broken, there was a spare.
Now that he had the wooden blocks, he would leave the rest to Miss.Liu.
Looking at Liu Ruyi who was practicing swordsmanship not far away, Li Yi carried the cloth bag and walked over.
She was practicing the Tai Chi Swordsmanship. Recently, she seemed to have hit a bottleneck. She often raised her sword and slashed randomly. When there was nothing to do, Li Yi did not dare to talk to her.
"Ruyi, how about we discuss something?"
Seeing Li Yi walking over, Liu Ruyi put away the sword in his hand. He glanced at her and said impatiently, "What?"
Her tone was a little irritated. These days, her learning of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship was smooth. Two days ago, she finally hit a bottleneck. Her progress was slow, as if she was stuck in a quagmire.
"Help me carve something on these wooden blocks, and I will teach you the essence of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship." Li Yi looked at her and said temptingly.
Negotiation was also an art. First of all, one had to know what the other party needed. Then, they would be able to achieve miraculous results.
Because of this matter, Miss.Liu was like having her period for the second time in a month. Her temper was bad, and even Xiao Huan was avoiding her. She could not resist the temptation and could only be a free labor in exchange for what she needed.
"You know the essence of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship?" Anger flashed across Liu Ruyi's face. She glared at him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Because she had hit a bottleneck, she was thinking about how to break through even when she was eating and sleeping. Suddenly, someone told her that she knew the essence of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship. Her first thought was not happiness, but anger.
This was Miss.Liu's logic.
Seeing that Miss.Liu's gaze was starting to turn hostile, Li Yi was a little puzzled.
The story should not have developed like this …
Shouldn't she agree to his request and carve mahjong in exchange for the essence of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship that he talked nonsense about? Why was she looking at him like that? Wait, why did she raise her sword?
"What do you want?"
"Wait, let's talk …"
"Put down your sword first …"
"Don't do it …"
"Help!"
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After a while, Li Yi was forced to a corner by Liu Ruyi. Miss.Liu probably did not know that her current position was called "leaning against the wall" in the future. She only looked at Li Yi with a mocking gaze.
Li Yi felt that he was too naive just now. Women were unreasonable creatures. If this woman was called Liu Ruyi, then she could not be judged by common sense.
The idea of using the essence of the Tai Chi Swordsmanship that even he did not know whether it was real or fake had been proven to be impossible. Looking at Miss.Liu's expression, she was ready to force herself on him …
There was no rice at home, so Ruyi took Xiao Huan out to buy some. Uncle Han closed the door when he went out. There were only the two of them at home. Even if they screamed their throats out, no one would come to save them …
"For Taiji, the sword moves aren't important. Only by memorizing the constantly revolving sword intent and forgetting the order of the moves can one obtain its essence … When facing an enemy, one must control the sword with his will, allowing it to be ever-changing and have endless moves. Only by mastering it thoroughly can one be able to use it as one pleases …"
A man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. Facing Miss.Liu's robbing behavior, Li Yi decided to compromise for now.
Although he did not really understand what this sentence meant, when Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuji Swordsmanship on Wudang Mountain, he made him forget the moves. Perhaps this was what it meant. It should be able to scare Miss.Liu, right?
After interacting with Ruyi for so long, Li Yi already knew that the more mysterious something was, the more it could scare her. As for whether or not she could learn anything from it, it would depend on her own comprehension …
Sure enough, after hearing this sentence, Miss.Liu finally let go of him. A familiar blank expression appeared on her pretty face. Li Yi let out a sigh of relief. When it came to tricking people, ordinary people could not be compared to those Taoist priests and monks. Priest Zhang was really a god, and he could not catch up to him …
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