There were 100,000 mountains in the southwest of China! The mountains were beautiful and green all year round. In today's world, where even a single stone would be labeled as a strange stone and made into a tourist article, this place was still unfrequented and undisturbed. It was really rare.
In one of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there was a small village that had lived for generations. There were more than a hundred families and hundreds of villagers in the village. He lived a quiet life isolated from the world. He worked at sunrise and rested at moonrise. He was self-sufficient and rarely interacted with the outside world. There was only a long and bumpy path that led directly to the outside of the mountain. Every month or so, the village chief would assign more than twenty young and strong young men to pick up the charcoal that the villagers had burned themselves and sell them. Then, they would buy some things that the villagers needed to live.
Time was unknown in the mountains. This tranquil and unworldly life had lasted for hundreds of years. Oh, no, perhaps thousands of years. This year, Lu Ziming was fifteen years old.
Lu Ziming was the only person with a different surname in this small mountain village. There were originally two of them, him and his grandfather. However, three years ago, his grandfather, who had superb medical skills, failed to save himself after saving countless people. He died of illness, so Lu Ziming was the only person left in the village.
Ever since Lu Ziming was three years old, he had been exposed to the vast and profound culture of China. At the age of three, he learned to sing the Three-Character Classic, at the age of four, he read the Analects of Confucius and the various schools of thought, at the age of five, he learned the way of Go, at the age of six, he painted with ink, at the age of seven, he played the zither, played the flute and played the flute. As for his grandfather's medical skills, it was an indispensable part of Lu Ziming's daily life. He checked the pulse, matched the prescription, selected herbs, decocted herbs, and performed acupuncture and cupping. Relying on his talent, Lu Ziming was able to get a thorough diagnosis at the age of ten.
In short, since he was three years old, Lu Ziming did not know what free time was. He was busier than the adults in the village every day. When he was ten years old, his grandfather called Lu Ziming to his side and solemnly handed him a scripture wrapped in yellow silk. On the page, there were four big words written in a flamboyant manner, which made Lu Ziming read it for a long time.
From that day on, Lu Ziming had one more lesson every day--practice! The Golden Scripture of Meng Lan was called a scripture, but it was actually not a scripture. It was nine human portraits, nine human portraits that were drawn messily by red arrows. However, seeing his grandfather's serious and respectful appearance, Lu Ziming did not dare to show his contempt.
Under the guidance of his grandfather, Lu Ziming began to cultivate the first portrait. The first portrait was the simplest with the least arrowheads, but it was also the most difficult. His grandfather had told him that those arrowheads represented the so-called true energy, and the routes drawn by the arrowheads showed the routes of true energy circulation. Only when the true energy circulated smoothly according to the arrows could it be considered successful.
In order to experience the true Qi that his grandfather had mentioned, Lu Ziming would climb a tall mountain around the village before dawn every day. He would face the direction of the rising sun and inhale and exhale desperately, carefully experiencing the feeling of the true Qi flowing in his body that his grandfather had described. After more than a month, Lu Ziming could barely feel a little bit of heat in his body. He hurriedly operated according to the human body portrait. This time, Lu Ziming spent a whole morning...
The operation was completed. However, he did not feel tired after an entire morning. On the contrary, he felt as light as a swallow, comfortable and energetic! She had actually fallen in love with this feeling of cultivation and never urged her grandfather to do so again.
A year later, when Lu Ziming was 11 years old, his first portrait was successfully completed. His grandfather burned it all. The Zhen Qi in Lu Ziming's body was already as thick as his pinky finger. As long as Lu Ziming willed it, the Zhen Qi would automatically follow the route indicated by the arrow in the first portrait. After completing the first portrait, Lu Ziming's body had become stronger and his strength had increased. He walked like a fly and wielded his axe like a feather, making some of the young and strong people in the village feel ashamed.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. With the accumulation of the first portrait, it only took Lu Ziming half a year to burn the second portrait. In the past half a year, Lu Ziming's appearance was not very obvious. What changed greatly was his mind. He was already considered a talented and intelligent Lu Ziming. After this, he was like a stone Buddha who had been enlightened. Many problems that he could not understand in the past suddenly became clear. It was as if everything was so natural.
In the past six months, there were two things that Grandpa did the most. One was to nod and praise Lu Ziming with his beard, and the other was to cough non-stop...
On Lu Ziming's 12th birthday, he failed to complete the third portrait, but his grandfather passed away. His grandfather passed away very calmly. Other than coughing loudly from time to time, he had been watching Lu Ziming quietly. His clear eyes occasionally emitted a strange light. There was hope in his gratification, and there was reluctance in his anticipation.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Lu Ziming had grown to fifteen years old. It was definitely not a compliment to say that he was well-read. The zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were even more amazing. Two years ago, Lu Ziming had personally brought the third portrait of the Golden Scripture of Meng Lan to his grandfather's grave and burned it. After two years of hard work, Lu Ziming instinctively felt that the day of success was not far away.
As his cultivation of the Golden Orchid Sutra deepened, Lu Ziming realized its value. Lu Ziming didn't know whether he was a normal person or not. If people could accept that a normal person could chop down a towering tree with a casual raise of his hand, jump more than ten meters with a stomp of his foot, and fly hundreds of meters with a light tap of his toes, then Lu Ziming was a normal person.
Under the influence of thousands of years of civilization in China, Lu Ziming was deeply influenced by the idea of keeping a low profile and being moderate. So far, even Lu Ziming's friends did not know that Lu Ziming had these incredible skills, let alone the other villagers in the village. He still repeated the days when his grandfather was still alive. That kind of fulfilling and full life state, other than occasionally seeing and treating the villagers who occasionally contracted sores, he spent most of his time studying medicine, drawing, chess, zither, or absorbing the sun and setting sun. Occasionally, when he was excited, he would pick up his fishing rod and catch a few grass carps. When he came back, he would cook them carefully and have a delicious meal.
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