chapter 47 – the medicine

In the latter part of the night in autumn, the moon went down and the sun had not yet come out, leaving only a dark blue sky. Fan Fu back house resounded a violent cough, cough continuous, for a long time without stopping, startled the subordinates are from sleep struggling to wake up, the garden began to sound a with some panic flavor of movement.

Xu is the problem of weather, not only Fan Shangshu suffered from wind cold, but also some subordinates also suffered from typhoid, those with snotty nose has been sent to the field outside the capital, the rest of the people do not dare to be careless, every day to drink with the young master to write a prescription, which is extremely useful, the wind cold did not infected to open up. The reason why this burst of coughing Fan House people messed up, because the coughing sound is from the young master of the house out, the young master of the two days suffered from a strange disease, coughing is very strong, but refused to let the palace of the imperial physician to catch the medicine, bias to believe in their own means, but to get a few days, the coughing sound has not abated down, Fan House of the people can not help but be worried about some of them, afraid of this to the underclassmen of the young master of the very best there are a long time and a short time.

The eldest maid Si Si forehead tied a red ribbon, pursed slightly messy hair, some annoyed standing in the kitchen, while sniffing the strong smell of medicine coming from the room, while shouting at those rough work girls, let them hands and feet faster. She is the old ancestor of Tanyu State side sent to the capital, the future status of the status of the matter is obvious, so the Fan House, she spoke some weight, those sleepy little girls know that the eldest young master’s illness is a bit of a problem, to see her anger, biting the lower lip where dare to answer.

After a long time, Si Si finally refused to rest assured, moved a small stool, sat in front of the medicine stove, holding a fan in his hand, gently shaking the fan, eyes unblinking staring at the medicine fog gradually rising stove mouth, gradually smoked red eyes, and do not dare to be careless. Boiling medicine this kind of thing is extremely concerned about the fire, in front of the boiling of this medicine is the young master to serve, not their own watch, she is a little uneasy.

In the bedroom, Lin Wan’er draped in an inner cotton and outer embroidered home robe, painfully rubbing Fan Xian’s chest, carefully asked, “Should …… you really try the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician?”

Fan Xian coughed his face are struggling red, waved his hand, forced a smile and said, “Where is this kind of precious, and then again their own body own know, can’t die, their own prescription some medicine to eat on good.”

Lin Wan’er also knows that the medical skills of his father-in-law, or can not cure their own lingering lung disease for fifteen years, just these days always heard him coughing, the heart is inevitably a little worried, biting her lip, said: “Even Eunuch Hong can not see the way this disease …… but you say that you are clear, you look at the …… “She turned her eyes and said, “I’ll write a letter to Mr. Fei to ask?”

Fan Xian coughed twice more, knowing that his wife was ultimately relieved, sighed and said, “That teacher of mine, it’s not like you’re not aware of it. He spends most of the year wandering around in the four wilds, and even if he wanted to rush back, he wouldn’t know when it would be.” He then said with a smile: “Perhaps there have to be three or four months of work, then I’m afraid that I have long become a dead man …… you ah ……” He gently flicked the tip of Wan Er’s playful straight nose, said jokingly “You’ll be the prettiest widow in Kyoto,” he joked, “You’ll be the prettiest widow in Kyoto.”

Lin Wan’er puked several times on the ground and said angrily, “What a time to be talking such nonsense!”

Fan Xian smiled, he was not as nervous as these people at home, because he knew exactly what was happening in his body, the medicine he was boiling at this time was only to help him meditate and clear his mind, soothe his lungs and open his orifices, and slightly sort out his meridians and stabilize his condition, but as for the real root of the disease, he still had to rely on himself to straighten it out. As he spoke, he comforted Wan Er with a few words, but carefully placed his right hand under the quilt.

His right hand would occasionally tremble for a while, starting from outside the Kyoto mansion, until today there hadn’t been any improvement.

The sound of knocking came from outside the room, and Si Si carefully carried the medicine into the room. Si Qi, the eldest maid who slept with her in the front room, had long since risen, lit the oil lamp on the table, and moved a high table, placing it in front of the young master’s and young mistress’s beds, and took the bowl of medicine over to the young master’s and young mistress’s beds, taking out the mixing spoon and gently stroking it in the bowl to let the soup cool down, and waiting for it to be almost warm enough to be taken, before she fed it to Fan Xian, and then took a small sip of it.

Fan Xian drank it down, feeling some slight bitterness, and subconsciously licked his tongue, but Si Si had already extremely quickly and incomparably stuffed a sugar pill into his mouth, instantly diluting the bitterness in his mouth. He couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m a big old man, do I need to be served like this?”

Si Si laughed and said, “Young master, when you were a child, you were most afraid of taking pills.” Fan Xian thought to himself, “It’s not like the tonics in this world are wrapped in sugar coating, so of course you have to cringe when you drink them.

Siqi drew out the silk scarf between her sleeves and wiped the corners of Fan Xian’s lips, and also said gravely, “Young master, you’re a patient now, you can’t try to be strong.”

Seeing the two eldest maids in such a state, even Wan’er was a bit unable to look at them and scolded with a smile, “Don’t spoil him too much.” Although she said this, her small hand kept smoothing down Fan Xian’s back so that he could feel more comfortable.

Although Fan Xian was also extremely enjoying this life as a young master, thinking that it would be really nice if he could still be so comfortable when he was sick, he finally couldn’t help but shake his head, reaching over the bowl of medicine and drinking it all in one extremely generous gulp, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and saying with a smile, “I’m a part-time doctor, not a little kid.”

The two big maids under the bed looked at each other and smiled, not saying anything. See the time has been very late, Fan Xian know his previous cough and let the House of the maids busy for a while, the heart can not help but some apologetic feeling, commanded: “Drink the medicine should not cough, you go to sleep …… let those few vigilant maids also slept, autumn night cold, and then freezing sick! How to do?”

“Immediately dawn, still sleep what?”

“It’s always better to sleep more.” Fan Xian said with a straight face.

Knowing that this young master was sympathetic to his subordinates, and that underneath his gentle exterior was a heart of gold, Sisi and Siqi didn’t dare to argue any further, so they all answered in a unanimous voice, and went out the door to arrange for the errands to be taken care of.

Fan Xian walked out of bed, poured a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth. Wan’er couldn’t help but say, “Drinking cold tea when you’re sick is not good for your health.”

Fan Xian laughed and sat back down on the edge of the bed, saying, “It’s been said that this illness is different from ordinary illnesses.”

Husband and wife talked for a while, Wan Er saw him no longer coughing, her heart was a little peaceful, sleepiness gradually, but because he refused to go to sleep, he also braced himself not to go to sleep, finally Fan Xian couldn’t stand to watch, quietly reached out to help her rub her shoulders, her fingertips on her head a few tranquilizing acupoints flicked, and only then did he let her drift off to sleep.

Looking at his sleeping wife, Fan Xian knew that she had been worried about herself for the past few days and was a bit exhausted, so he couldn’t help but shake his head. His own illness was not something that could be cured with good care, unlike his father. Fan Shangshu’s wind chill, under his skillful hands, had already shown signs of improvement, about two more days will be able to heal, but his father is old, his body is not like the young, the recovery is always slower.

He gently waved his hand, whisked out the oil lamp on the table five feet away, the whole bedroom was plunged into darkness, but he opened his bright eyes, never able to sleep. Because he had been sitting still for so long in the last few days, he was extremely sleepy.

The tip of his tongue gently licked and flicked the dregs of the medicine in the cracks of his teeth, savoring the herbs that he had personally chosen, and it seemed that he could feel the active ingredients in the herbs, which by now had already entered the lobes of his lungs, and had begun to help soothe up the discomfort in that place. He was a little proud, reached out to pull the quilt on his wife’s body, and then reached into the secret compartment under the pillow, and touched out a small medicine bag, inside the bag is a few grains of round and incomparable, but a little rough to the touch of the large pills to.

Although the room was dark, Fan Xian knew that these pills were red, because since he was a child, Mr. Fei Jie had ordered himself to carry these pills with him, just in case something went wrong with the Nameless Kung Fu Technique that he was practicing, and once that overbearing and hostile true qi really wanted to break through his meridians, these pills would be the last panacea that would save his life.

When Fan Xian was very young, when he was still living in Tanyu, Fei Jie had once discovered this very deadly problem. The nameless gong skill that Wuzhu had left to Fan Xian, or rather, the one that his mother had left to Fan Xian, if one practiced it all the way, one would indeed cultivate an extremely overbearing and majestic true qi, the problem was that this kind of true qi appeared to be too overbearing and violent, and the average person, if he practiced it, would be afraid that before he could practice for too long, he would be squeezed out of his body and stabbed, and once the meridians were severed, the person would naturally become a cripple.

However, one of the strange things about Fan Xian compared to people in this world was that his meridians seemed to be much thicker and wider than the rest of the world, and because of this, he had been secretly practicing the Nameless Hegemony Technique since he was a baby, and by the time he was four years old, the true qi in his body had already filled up to a shocking degree, but he hadn’t exploded and died.

However, Fei Jie had once said that as the true qi in his body became more and more abundant, there would come a day when the meridian channels that had already taken shape in his innate nature would not be able to hold it, and it would cause Fan Xian to suffer greatly!

Only after more than ten years had passed, Fan Xian did not feel this kind of danger, the true qi in his body, although overbearing, was still always within his control, especially after he was twelve years old, when the first volume of the Nameless Hegemony Technique was finished, the true qi in his body, which was running like a storm, suddenly subsided, and was tamed, without any effect on him at all.

So he gradually let down his guard, and even almost forgot about this matter, and the pills were no longer carried at all times, but were shelved at home, except for the last time when he was on a mission to Northern Qi, he was worried about the unpredictable road ahead, and brought one with him, but he didn’t use it either.

Trouble always comes when people are least prepared.

After experiencing the seemingly peaceful, but actually perilous journey in Beiqi, the true qi cultivation and skills in Fan Xian’s body had finally fused together and had broken through the ninth grade barrier, starting to move towards the peak of martial arts in the world of man, and the overbearing true qi in his body had finally come into full fruition, so that he could even have a hard fight with Bitter Lotus’s first disciple, Wolf Peach, unexpectedly, but after he had crushed one of the eight generals Xie Bi’an outside the Kyoto mansion in a dash, the true qi in his body started to misbehave I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that.

Starting from the snowy mountain behind his waist and going up along his meridians, the two channels of true qi were like two circles, exchanging one above the other in his body. Now this true qi seemed to have smelled some signs of the owner of his body, and began to be manic, no longer willing to stay in the meridians in a peaceful manner, but stretching, probing, and jabbing in all directions.

Fan Xian’s hands, where he had the most perfect control over his true qi, had now become the gateway to the forced overflow of true qi in his body, and now his right hand would tremble from time to time, which was precisely the result of the dual control of his bodily functions and the disobedient true qi in his meridians.

The situation was not very serious, at least now it was still within his control, after these days of meditating and sitting still, he had forcibly used his mind to suppress the overbearing true qi that was leaping out of his body, it was just that the two-phase backlash was injuring his lungs, which led to the incessant coughing. But if this situation was allowed to develop, there would come a day when he would not be able to control this overbearing and violent true qi in his body.

Fan Xian had also tried practicing the second half of the nameless technique, but there was no progress, and sometimes when he coughed badly, he even hated that godly Five Bamboo Uncle – you gave me the Star Sucking Technique, so you have to give me a solution, don’t you?

He gently squeezed the medicine bag in his hand and frowned. He analyzed the pills left by his teacher the other day, just like the tiger to the lion, the teacher in order to help him cope with the domineering true qi in his body, the medicine is also extremely domineering, he really did not have confidence in what kind of consequences will be brought about by this medicine, which is mixed with a large number of mayflower, that is …… the authentic dispersal of the work of the medicine ah!

Is he willing to practice hard for more than ten years of true qi a dynasty dispersed? Even if it will not be scattered, I am afraid that the body’s true qi will also be consumed by half!

But do not eat …… to see that the true qi in a few months or a few years later to burst himself into inflatable blood ball? Even if there is no such a terrible effect …… but the right hand old trembling, it is not very good to look at, one’s own young age, have to put up a Parkinson’s disease paradigm?

To eat or not to eat, this is really a big problem.

In the distance came a few chicken cries, waking up the sun and repelling the night, but people are still sleeping deeply. Fan Xian raised his head and realized that he had been sitting on the edge of the bed for half an hour, and could not help but smile to himself, the most fearful of death himself, when faced with such a dilemma, it turned out that he would also show such cowardice and hesitation.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity, he consoled himself.

“Do not set Hua Chi form still perish bad, when to attract the heavenly springs to irrigate their own body ……” He slowly silent chanting the oral decree, just like this on the edge of the bed to sit, entered the state of meditation, carefully will be in the body of the chaotic true qi collected to the meridians, and then slowly retracted back behind the waist of the snowy mountain place, by the them to shine brightly there, melting the snowy mountains.

Suddenly, Fan Xian opened his eyes, casually put on a piece of clothing, pushed the door and walked out, walked to the most secluded corner of the garden, the small martial arts field where he had tried the poison needle, and without looking, saw the strange uncle with a black cloth on his face next to the wigwam.

He couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh, opening his mouth to complain, “So you still know to come back.”