My Daoist Life

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As soon as I returned to the bedroom, I quickly removed the wooden box from the bookshelf and opened it solemnly. The scent from the wooden box makes people feel at ease. I guess that this medical book is packed in such a wooden box, which is not meaningful. Reading requires a tranquil state of mind. The scent of this wooden box calms the mind, and naturally allows people to quickly enter the state of reading.

I didn't want to spend too much time thinking about this, and took out the medical book carefully. I didn't turn the pages of the book right away, but plunged into the book to search for the thoughts attached to it. Sure enough, I expected it. Such ancient books will definitely have pure thoughts attached to them. Especially for this kind of handwritten book, the person who left this medical book must have put a lot of energy into this book, and the high degree of concentration and spiritual sustenance will naturally leave an extremely pure idea in the book.

We must know that this medical book is used as a medium to pass on medical skills, and how dedicated the writer is when writing this book. Moreover, every generation of people who accept the inheritance will also leave an extremely pure idea when learning this book of Chinese medicine. These ideas bring together the medical experience of their doctors. For me as a slacker, it is better to digest these thoughts instead of slowly grasping the contents of the book. This is the welfare for me and other practitioners. Many people think that cultivators have the magical powers that are unforgettable and comprehensible, but they don’t know that, like me, once cultivating to a level, they can digest ideas and learn the knowledge in the book instantly. Of course, whether other ascetics can digest their thoughts, I have not been verified.

Ascending to the Yinshen stage, I digested these thoughts much faster than before. And this medical book is the 520 novel passed down by Professor Qi's family, not many people, although the thoughts on it are pure. But the number is not large. Fortunately, as a book of inheritance, the Qi family has always kept it extremely carefully. The thoughts in the book are hardly obliterated. All are retained. Medical books are not written by one person. Instead, it has been revised and supplemented by the Qi family from generation to generation. The content is extremely informative,

Absorbed these thoughts. Reading this medical book again is like reading a diary written by myself. Especially in some of these cases, the treatment process actually reappeared in my mind. I naturally know the value of such experience.

Consecutive days. I didn't even go to the library. I read the thick medical 520 novel in the bedroom every day, which contained the experience of several generations of doctors in my family. My understanding of Chinese medicine is also deeper than before. The reason why Chinese medicine has fallen to this point is not the fault of Chinese medicine. It is the severance of cultural heritage. Chinese medicine is built on a long cultural heritage. Cultural inheritance is unsustainable, and Chinese medicine has naturally lost the soil for survival. How can soilless trees thrive? The ability to survive to this day is entirely due to the solid foundation of Chinese medicine. It doesn’t hurt to sell Ye Tian from generation to generation. Even though Chinese medicine has a solid foundation, how can it withstand such profligacy?

By this time, I can understand Professor Qi's feelings. Intentionally kill the enemy. Powerless. Even though he tries hard to hold up the flag of Chinese medicine, how can he stand alone against the menacing Western medicine?

I was immersed in this medical book and almost forgot that the art festival had already begun. Various faculties and departments take turns to hold various cultural activities. The art festival is the annual highlight of the Medical University, and the school and various departments attach great importance to it.

The school has a good relationship with the Provincial Orchestra, and they are invited to perform at the school every year. The Provincial Orchestra has put aside the so-called artist's shelf over the years. They are no longer confined to performing on the stage of the provincial theater, but strive to cooperate with various institutions and schools to send art to various units. Therefore, for art festivals like the Medical University, they are also very willing to come and participate.

However, artists always have the feelings of an artist, although they put down their body to perform at the Medical University. But sometimes it is inevitable that there will be some contempt. Especially when the medical students are performing on the same stage with them. Medical students can clearly feel the contempt of these artists.

Although the students in the art troupe are already at the highest level of the medical university, they are still at an amateur level, compared with the professional level of the provincial orchestra. Naturally, there is a huge gap. As the group leader, Zhang Lixian naturally has to bear the greatest pressure. Her personal experience is also the most direct and true.

I automatically joined the art troupe that day, and after attending a party, I never showed up in the art troupe again. Recently, even the performance in the dormitory has temporarily stopped. The cultural program in our dormitory building suddenly became a lot monotonous. I can only hear the shower song from the bathroom every afternoon.

Yang Lingyun came here every day, but when she saw me reading the medical book attentively, she sat in our bedroom for a while and went back by herself. Other classmates were too embarrassed to disturb me. After all, students, learning is the first task. And my book was given by Professor Qi, and it is very advanced. It is entirely written in traditional Chinese characters. I read it like a novel, flipping it fast. They looked at my eyes. Full of admiration.

Zhang Lixian couldn't sit still, and ran to our bedroom in person. It just so happened that I also turned over this medical book. Can come to an end for now.

"Huang Jingyang, Huang Daxia! You really can sit still! Our art troupe has been in a mess these days. The Provincial Orchestra is coming soon, and you are still sitting in your dormitory reading all day long. No preparation at all. In this state, how can you give the provincial orchestra a group of proud artists to get rid of it? I tell you, if you don't value them, they won't take you seriously." Zhang Lixian said.

"How is it possible that they don't know me. What's more, they are artists of the Provincial Art Troupe. How can they put me in the eyes of a college student?" I naturally don't believe it.

"As usual, they would naturally not put a college student in their eyes. However, it is impossible to guard against a thief. Du Shenwei has a relative in the vocal band. At this time of the year, he volunteers to contact the Provincial Orchestra. He is a person. You don't know what it is like. He definitely doesn't want to see you. He will definitely tell the Provincial Orchestra of your situation, and at the same time will reveal our plan." Zhang Lixian said that, I understood.

This Du Shenwei is also a very strange person. He wants to chase Yang Lingyun. Others don't have a good impression of him, and even add resentment to me. And being so hypocritical. Actually, he can still be the deputy head of the school art troupe, and he is still the head of the art troupe. It is estimated that in front of the teacher is also a very good person.

"I'm at this level anyway, even if I practice every day. They are ready to prepare." I don't care very much. Compared with a few ordinary people, if I don't have any confidence at all, what kind of cultivation will I talk about?

"Why are you not in a hurry? You are really anxious. They must have prepared a guqin. Your guqin is powerful, and they will definitely come to the master of guqin to beat you. Maybe they will play better than guitar . You will even use other musical instruments to beat you thoroughly. If you lose, our carefully prepared counterattack will completely fail this time.” Zhang Lixian said worriedly.

"Don't worry. Soldiers will cover the water and earth." I said calmly.

The evening party between the Art Troupe and the Provincial Orchestra became the most concerned one of the Medical University Art Festival. As early as a few days before the party was held, the tickets for the party were very popular among medical colleges. This ticket is not easy to get. The allocation of tickets is fixed. Some are allocated to the faculty and the student union. Then each department gets a certain share. Finally, the art troupe has its own part. But the total number is so many tickets, and the total number of students in the school is so big. It is impossible to squeeze them all into the auditorium. The TV in the classroom will be broadcast live simultaneously. But where can the live broadcast have such good results?

Before the party has started, the atmosphere of the party has begun to brew. The discussion on this evening party at the Medical University bbs was also extremely heated. Most people think that my guqin level is definitely the top level among students, but compared with the professional level, it is still not enough to read the book www.uukanshu.com.

And there are a certain number of people who think that those who are not optimistic about me have not really listened to my performance. So I greatly underestimated my level. They think that my level is no longer a professional level to be measured. If there are still master luthiers in the world, I should count as one.

"Huang Jingyang, you see, you are now a big star in the medical sciences. It's you who are talking about bbs every day. Someone posted the recording of your performance that day on bbs. It's so handsome. I don't know these people. What do you think in my mind. What kind of artists are the people in the Provincial Orchestra? In fact, most of them are students who graduated from music academies? If they really have great skills, they will still stay in the Provincial Orchestra? Why not go to the concert What? But this time they knew in advance that there is a master like you, and they should send a master of guqin over. You still have to be careful." Fan Zhilong brought the notebook over and showed me the contents.

"Be careful! As far as Huang Jingyang's level is concerned, it's useless for the Provincial Orchestra to come here. This time Du Shenwei is going to lift a rock and hit himself in the foot. He is also planning to hit Huang Jingyang. Isn't this an obvious move to let Huang Jingyang beat him? If the orchestra really did this, they would be cheated by Du Shenwei. Didn't Huang Jingyang smash their sign? If people know that they lost to a college student in the Medical University, who will ask them to save the orchestra to perform in the future? "Li Chaoyong smiled disdainfully. (To be continued.)