80s Taoism

"Do you really want to learn from me?" Zhang Jiaohua looked at the restrained Wu Yuan and said suddenly.

Wu Yuan nodded quickly, "Of course I want to learn."

"Don't be too happy, you have to pass my test." Zhang Jiaohua saw that Wu Yuan's heart was not bad, and planned to teach Wu Yuan something. Of course, it is impossible to teach Wu Yuan Meishan spells right away. Lu Yao knew that Ma Ma could see people's hearts for a long time, so Zhang Jiaohua naturally wanted to see how Wu Yuan's character was. First of all, we have to see if Wu Yuan can stand his own test.

Wu Yuan's face immediately showed joy, "Don't look at me so fat, I will definitely be able to withstand the test."

"I don't test your lip service. Whether you can pass or not, I only trust your eyes. Go and buy some tree stumps." Zhang Jiaohua said.

Wu Yuan took Zhang Jiaohua's money to the market to buy some wood, and Zhang Jiaohua used the wood to build a plum blossom array in Wu Yuan's yard. Zhang Jiaohua was planning to test Wu Yuan with Meishan Zhuanggong.

Zhang Jiaohua jumped up and took a standard Meishan Zhuanggong horse stance, "Just like me, stand on it for half an hour every day."

"How long does it take to pass the test?" Wu Yuan stood up, feeling that it was not difficult.

Zhang Jiaohua smiled, "If you thought you passed the test so easily, then you are completely wrong."

It seemed easier than it was to do. Wu Yuan had only stood on the tree stump for a few minutes before his feet began to tremble and his body began to shake.

"Don't move! It's only been a few minutes?" Zhang Jiaohua took a wooden stick and knocked Wu Yuan's butt.

Wu Yuan cried, "I usually lack exercise, why don't we take it slowly?"

"Whatever you want, if you jump off, it means you have failed. I have taught many people, but you are the worst." Zhang Jiaohua was really disappointed with Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan didn't want to give up, so he could only continue to grit his teeth and persist.

Zeng Lei drove the man in his sixties to Wu Yuan's house in a tricycle.

"Fatty, come out and help!" Zeng Lei shouted at the door.

Wu Yuan was overjoyed, and was about to take advantage of this opportunity to pause the stance, but just as he was about to move, Zhang Jiaohua spoke again, "The time has not yet come, if you come down, it means you have chosen to give up."

Wu Yuan cried, "Brother Zeng called me something."

"I'll go take a look. Don't think that you can be lazy if I don't look at you. No action of yours can escape my eyes." Zhang Jiaohua warned when he got up and walked towards the door.

Wu Yuan bit her lower lip fiercely with her teeth, "Don't worry! I can still hold on!"

When Zhang Jiaohua walked to the door, Zeng Lei was about to poke his head in to have a look.

"Doctor Zhang, where's Fatty?" Zeng Lei didn't care about Zhang Jiaohua, and spoke very easy-going.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't have a bad impression of Zeng Lei, and he evened with Zeng Lei that day, "He's busy and can't get away." Looking at the tricycle again, the old man asked, "Is he the rheumatic patient you mentioned?"

"Yes, that's him." Seeing Zhang Jiaohua's calm tone, Zeng Lei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then come in first." Zhang Jiaohua fully opened the courtyard door.

"Okay." Seeing that the fat man couldn't get out, Zeng Lei prepared to take the old man into the yard by himself.

"Let me help." Zhang Jiaohua expressed his kindness not to Zeng Lei, but to the old man. This old man is sixty years old, although his hair is gray, but his posture on the tricycle is very correct. Look resolute. Zhang Jiaohua can feel from him a temperament that is different from ordinary people.

Zeng Lei was very surprised. He didn't expect Zhang Jiaohua to take the initiative to help, which was completely different from the one who treated him that day when he refused people thousands of miles away.

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and two people supported one side, and with a little effort, they lifted the old man down.

"Huh? The young man has a lot of strength!" The old man suddenly spoke.

"You can talk? I thought you were dumb!" Zhang Jiaohua chuckled. The old man just sat in the wheelchair in a daze from the very beginning, not saying a word, Zhang Jiaohua thought he couldn't speak.

"Young man, you are not bad. How many years have you been an apprentice?" the old man asked.

"Apprentice?" Zhang Jiaohua looked at the old man suspiciously.

"Grandpa, this time, you're mistaken. He's not an apprentice. He's the doctor I mentioned. The doctor who dislocated me and cured me the same day. He's Doctor Zhang," Zeng Lei said.

This time the old man looked Zhang Jiaohua up and down very seriously, and then smiled, "Sure enough, you can't judge by appearance. Doctor Zhang, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Old man, your foot is not just rheumatism, is it? Was it injured before?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

Zeng Lei hurriedly said, "It's not just an injury? He was injured in the battlefield, and there are shrapnel in his feet. And he was ambushed because of this. He was ambushed in the snow for more than ten hours and suffered severe frostbite."

"What's my injury? Compared with my brothers who didn't come back from the battlefield, I'm very lucky." The old man patted his leg.

"Doctor Zhang, do you think the old man's leg still needs to be healed?" Zeng Lei asked.

Zhang Jiaohua shook his head, "It's so serious, it's almost impossible to cure it completely."

"Oh." Zeng Lei sighed.

The old man smiled, "Xiao Zeng, you don't have to do this. In fact, if I can live to this day, I have already earned enough. It's a pity that there are still many things that I can't do by myself."

"I said it can't be cured completely, but I didn't say it can't be cured at all. Although it can't be cured completely, it shouldn't be a big problem for the old man to recover his walking ability." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head. Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by these two people.

"Can it be cured?" the old man and Zeng Lei asked in unison.

Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

"Oh, you scared me to death." Zeng Lei put his hands on Zhang Jiaohua's shoulders, like a very familiar friend. When he reacted, he quickly let go of Zhang Jiaohua, looking very embarrassed, for fear that Zhang Jiaohua would have a seizure.

"Let's go to the house first. I'll pay for some medicine first." Zhang Jiaohua said.

Zhang Jiaohua entered the room, holding a bowl of water, and recited the mantra: "Put a golden knife on the sycamore tree, put a silver knife on the sycamore tree, pass it left and right, pass it on the right, pass it on the top, pass it on the bottom, pass it on the bottom, pass it on the patriarch, pass it on the master, pass it on the one hand, and on the other hand, don't do evil. The disciples are here to relieve the pain and swelling, and cool down. I respect the old master, and be as urgent as a law! Order!"

After a while, Zhang Jiaohua came out with a bowl of water, sprinkled some water on the old man's feet, then handed the bowl to the old man, "Drink it."

The old man also looked at Zhang Jiaohua with some doubts. This is clearly a bowl of water. Where is the medicine? How can medicine be colorless and transparent? And it doesn't smell like medicine at all.

However, the old man drank the water in the bowl in one gulp. Immediately felt a warm strange thing flowing in the body. It rushed directly to the legs.

"Huh? It's itchy!" The old man said in surprise.

His feet usually feel a dull pain, and a little force makes him feel miserable. But just after drinking this bowl of water, after the heat flowed into his legs, his legs felt itchy.

Zeng Lei asked happily, "Master, are your feet feeling better?"

"How can it be so fast?" Zhang Jiaohua laughed. This is the water that relieves pain and swelling, and reduces the cold water. It only eliminates the swelling and pain of the old man's legs.