Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

In the next few days, Zhang Jiebin kowtowed along the Imperial City without hesitation. After several days of fermentation, this strange story became a hot topic among the people in the capital together with the Lantern Festival, Waicha and Chunwei.

It is very common for thousands of people to kowtow in front of Buddhist temples and Taoist temples. Everyone has long been accustomed to it, but to go around the imperial city and kowtow a thousand times is the first time in the world.

In the Jingwei Martial Arts School, today is the day when the archery and horse training is held once every five days. Wu Xun leads more than a hundred martial arts students out of the city to practice, including more than 20 military attachés.

As they walked all the way to the west of the city, the voices of people talking in the streets gradually reached their ears.

One of them was about fifteen years old, his name was Wang Minghe. I heard someone in the crowd say: "That young man has been kowtowing along the imperial city for several days, and only said every day that he would like Mr. Jiming to be accepted as a disciple. I don't know who Mr. Jiming is."

Also, let the young man plead like this."

"It seems that some general is looking for a successor. He said that as long as he can kowtow a thousand times, he will be accepted as a registered disciple. As for whether he can enter the door, it depends on luck."

As the horse moved forward, the voice fell behind him. But the young man remembered the key words of Mr. Jiming, kowtow a thousand times, and inherit the mantle. He decided to wait for the mid-month vacation to inquire about the details.

Wang Minghe, a native of Shanyang, Huai'an, came from a family of military officers. He had just begun to study Confucianism. When he was older, he saw that the armaments were depleted. Confucianism did not practice martial arts, and martial arts students preferred Confucianism. He was greatly stimulated and decided to switch to martial arts. But at this time, Confucianism was the only way to defend Confucianism.

There is no martial arts, and the same is true for health.

For decades, many Wei Confucian students in Huai'an's surrounding health schools have passed the Chinese examination, but not a single one has passed the martial arts examination. Wang Minghe obtained a place to enter the Jingwei martial arts school by virtue of his father's position. He will be admitted in April this year.

Participate in martial arts.

At this time, outside Dong'an Gate, next to the Tenth Prince's Mansion, in the Zhang Mansion in Dashamao Hutong, Shen Maoxue brought his nephew Shen Yourong to the Zhang Mansion to give lectures. Zhang Sixiu led Shen Maoxue into the study room of the outer courtyard and arranged for a servant to take Shen Yourong to visit the Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Mansion covers an area of ​​about ten acres and is divided into two front and rear courtyards, with a four-acre garden in the middle. This is completely different from the Beijing courtyard house, and is a Suzhou architectural style.

There were many servants in the mansion. As soon as Shen Yourong walked to the garden, he saw two maids coming, talking and laughing.

"How many times have you seen that young man just now?"

"I saw it once when I went out the day before yesterday, and today is the second time"

"I've seen you three times."

"Oh my god, doesn't he kowtow once a day? He's so pious, why doesn't that person accept him?"

"I heard that I have been accepted. Now I am a registered disciple. Is there any other entry-level disciple or successor? In short, it is still being tested."

"That man is really amazing, he must be a powerful person!"

"I heard he is a famous general. Although he is not a big official, he is very powerful."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, I think I saw the housekeeper over there."

The two stopped chatting and hurried away with their heads lowered. Shen Yourong heard these words clearly and remembered that he had also heard someone talk about them on the way. At that time, his uncle was shouting so hard that he couldn't inquire carefully.

After lunch, Shen Yourong took the time to say to his uncle, "Uncle, Shihong wants to go out for a walk in the afternoon."

Shen Maoxue knew that his nephew was restless and restless, so he nodded and let him make his own arrangements. He just warned, "You must be back before Youshi. I'll wait for you here."

"Yes, uncle."

Shen Yourong, courtesy name Shihong, was born in Xuancheng, Ningguo Prefecture, the famous birthplace of rice paper. He studied poetry and literature with his uncle Shen Mao since he was a child. However, when he got older, he began to test swords with galloping horses and discuss military affairs. Omitted.

Shen Maoxue didn't mind either. The Shen family has always practiced both civil and military arts, and he himself was also a knowledgeable and talented man. Under the influence of Shen Maoxue, Shen Yourong embarked on the road of martial arts training and decided to join the army.

Today I heard that a famous general wanted to find a successor. How could he hold it in? Although his uncle also practiced martial arts, he was just talking and had no practical experience. This would be an opportunity to worship a famous military master, so how could he be willing to miss it?

After asking around all the way, we came to the outside of the dungeon of the Ministry of War. A group of people were watching. One of them said: "Brothers, don't think I'm verbose. There are newcomers behind me. Let me explain it again. The standard for a master to accept a disciple is the same as mine. Same, kowtow a thousand times, but along the imperial city, you can also go along the inner city, three hundred times? No, no, no, the imperial city is also a thousand times, and the inner city is still a thousand times. If you say the inner city is long, there is nothing you can do. What are you doing? If you want to go to the Forbidden City, if you are not afraid of being arrested by the Jin Yiwei, then go ahead!"

"Okay, okay, brothers, let's stop chatting and get down to business. In short, as long as you kowtow a thousand times, you will be my junior brother. Is it that simple, like me, kowtow once and become a registered disciple first? No, no, no. Yes, the master said that I am an exception. This is called the horse bone of a thousand gold market. I am sincere in my apprenticeship, and opportunism is not acceptable. If you really have this intention, I advise you to go back. Don't talk about the master, you can pass my test. No."

After hearing this, Shen Yourong knew what he was thinking, and he still had the final doubt, so he raised his voice and said: "This little brother, Shen Yourong, who lives in Xia Xuancheng, is the first to come to the capital. He doesn't know Taishan. I don't know who the commander is? Is it worthy of Shen?" Someone kowtowed to him and wanted to see his face first."

The noisy scene calmed down after Shen Yourong spoke. Zhang Jiebin took a quick look and saw a young man, nearly eight feet tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. He was full of momentum in his words and deeds.

Zhang Jiebin has always been fond of martial arts and has always admired heroes. When he saw Shen Yourong, he felt a little happy. He raised his hands and saluted: "Master, he is called Mr. Jiming. Among the great masters in the art of war in the world, Tan Gong and Tan Sima are all polite. I don't believe it." Ask them if Tan Sima witnessed me all the way when I kowtowed on the sixth day of the lunar month."

Several people in the crowd who were present that day rushed to testify.

Shen Yourong nodded, but said proudly: "Mr. Chang Li once said, 'A thousand-mile horse is always there, but a bole is not always there.' I said, 'In this world, it is not just the master who chooses his disciple, but the disciple who chooses his master.' Please allow me to come to you personally." Mr. Ming asked for advice."

When other people heard this, they all agreed: "Let us meet Mr. Jiming before we are willing to bow down."

Zhang Jiebin thought to himself, if I let you in like this, wouldn't it make me look incompetent? His thoughts suddenly changed, and he saw that the young man seemed to be mocking him. He thought about it, and he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Brothers, don't be anxious, the master is busy. Shu Li said, if a large group of you go in, I'm afraid the master will be annoyed. From what I see, since Brother Shen insists on entering, he has to convince everyone. Let's just stand up and fight with Shen regardless of the civil and military fights. Brothers compete, and the winner will accept the competition from others. Let me make it clear first that if you lose in a literary fight, you can fight again with force. If you lose in a fight, you cannot fight in a literary fight. What do you think of Brother Shen? What do you think?"

Shen Yourong nodded in approval. Seeing that the young man acted in a measured manner, he had more expectations for Mr. Ji Ming, whom he had never met before.

"Why can we fight again if we lose in civil struggle? But if we lose in martial arts, we can't fight in civil war?" Someone asked.

"Yes, what kind of truth is this?" Several others echoed.

"Think about it, if everyone of you twenty or thirty people chooses to fight, no matter how powerful Brother Shen is, he may not be able to defeat you all one by one." Zhang Jiebin explained.

As soon as everyone heard that it made sense, they agreed. After some thinking, eighteen people chose civil fighting and eight people chose physical fighting.

Zhang Jiebin is not surprised either. He went to Shaoxing Wei Confucian School, where he was the only one who practiced both civil and martial arts. Dignified martial arts has long been completely reduced to a vassal of Confucianism. Jingwei's martial arts is slightly better, and he can still occupy some places in martial arts, but Jingwei's martial arts is slightly better. Martial arts is not open to civilians. Most of the young people here have only attended social studies and know a few words.

When the so-called literary fight began, Shen Yourong almost turned around and left, and Zhang Jiebin was also embarrassed. Those young men were originally from the capital and were very familiar with this. They got the arrow pot, Cuju, crickets, and paper kites from nowhere. Bai Suo, puppets and various musical instruments.

Zhang Jiebin hurriedly said: "Cuju and pot throwing are okay, but other things are too childish."

Everyone was anxious, and one of the young men with a musical instrument in his hand even gave an example: "Mr. Qiongtai, Mr. Yangming, they loved to carry puppets when they were young, and they have not become the first-class people in the world."

The partner next to him said: "That's right, they are playing, why can't we play?"

Someone else asked: "Shen, are you afraid? If you are afraid, just say, I will give you a simpler one."

Shen Yourong was so happy that he didn't even look at who his uncle was. He played with playing string instruments, string instruments, singing, playing Cuju and throwing pots since he was a child. Crickets, paper kites, white strings, and puppets also accompanied him throughout his childhood. In terms of playing, besides his uncle, I really haven’t been afraid of anyone.

Then, under Zhang Jiebin's shock, it became Shen Yourong's personal scene.

Cuju, the four of them were tossing around in the alley, but they couldn't stop him from scoring a goal.

Zhiyuan, while he was spinning around, the threads of the three of them were all messed up.

Cricket, three generals known as the Fighting Kings, one dead and one crippled jumped out of the tube.

Seeing that the ten people were defeated, the remaining eight people lost their fighting spirit. After seeing him hit the pot ten times out of ten, no one dared to challenge. Shen Yourong picked up the suona, and everyone quickly stopped. This was the central government agency, the emperor. On the edge of the city, when the suona sounds, everyone will be in trouble.

Shen Yourong laughed. He was just trying to scare them. He put down the suona and picked up the nearest piper and started blowing it skillfully.

When everyone saw that he could even play pigeons and bamboo poles, they no longer dared to compete on musical instruments.

Next is the white rope jump, which is a skipping rope. Shen Yourong took his time in both single and multi-person jumps, beating the three of them.

What followed was a puppet show, and Shen Yourong was able to control it with ease, and the three of them were defeated again.

In the end, of the eighteen people who chose literary competition, only the two who wanted to win by playing, playing, and singing were left. After thinking about it, they thought that this guy was just a playboy. He was good at eating, drinking, and having fun, but he might not have read much.< /p>

The two racked their brains to think of countermeasures. The young man who was holding the instrument said: "Brother Chen, your family has prepared a lot of lantern riddles for the Lantern Festival. You said this is the most difficult one."

The young man surnamed Chen said distressedly: "I have never been interested in crossword puzzles, and I didn't even try to memorize them."

"Think about it, haven't you remembered anything in all these years?" the boy with the musical instrument said eagerly. His family's musical instrument shop is next to the Chen's lantern shop, and the two of them have been familiar with each other since they were children.

The young man surnamed Chen thought for a while and said decadently: "I have remembered a few of them, but I won't be able to remember them for a while."

The young man playing the musical instrument whispered a few words. The young man named Chen's eyes lit up. He knew that no one in the social sciences had the right answer to this question, so he confidently said to Shen Yourong: "Let me ask you, were Yao and Shun one person or two? Personal? ”

Although Shen Yourong was a little confused, he still replied: "The two of them, one Yao and the other Shun, were benevolent kings in ancient times."

The young man surnamed Chen was stunned for a moment. After thinking about the more difficult question, he asked again: "Is Tantai Mieming one person or two people?"

"There is a person whose surname is Tantai and whose given name is Ziyu. People are judged by their appearance. If Ziyu is missing, he is the one he is talking about." Shen Yourong explained.

"Ah!" The boy surnamed Chen was shocked and didn't know what to do.

Shen Yourong asked: "Little brother, please continue. You might as well ask a more difficult question. I have read the Four Books and Five Classics since I was a child, and I have dabbled in hundreds of schools of thought."

Zhang Jiebin clapped his hands and laughed: "Brother Shen is so talented, Jiebin admires him."

"I don't dare to take it seriously. Why haven't you asked me your little brother's surname?" Shen Yourong asked.

"Zhang Jiebin from Shanyin, his ancestral home is Mianzhu." Zhang Jiebin introduced himself, and then said to the two people: "You two are the only ones left in the literary battle. Come up with the question quickly, there are brothers waiting for the martial arts battle!"

The eight people had been shocked by Shen Yourong's skill. When they heard this, they all said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You think about it slowly, we are not in a hurry."

The boy surnamed Chen looked at the musical instrument boy apologetically, cupped his fists and said, "I admit defeat."

The boy who played the musical instrument also had some drumming in his heart at this time. After thinking about last year's lantern festival, he felt a little more confident, so he introduced it first: "I have a riddle, which was the finale of last year's Lantern Festival. No one in the audience could solve it. In the end, it was too much." Students are passing by so that they don’t miss out. How about that, are you scared?”

When Shen Yourong heard this, his heart tightened, worried that he would eventually stumble on the crossword puzzle.

Just listen to the boy who played the musical instrument say: "The bright moon shines on me and I give you a name."