Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

After returning to Beijing from Cuixia Valley, Yang Zhengshan resumed his previous life.

Every few days, he would visit the Martial Arts Pavilion, leave some spiritual spring water in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and also give some advice on the cultivation of the disciples of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The subjects of the Martial Arts Pavilion are divided into five subjects: martial arts, training, military tactics, equipment and medicine. Among them, martial arts and training are compulsory subjects, and every disciple must participate, while military tactics, equipment and medicine can be chosen as electives.

This day, Yang Zhengshan came to the Martial Arts Pavilion. He first went to the garrison that was still under construction. The Ministry of Works moved very quickly, but the newly built garrison of the Martial Arts Pavilion would not be available for occupancy until next year at the earliest. This year, the Martial Arts Pavilion could only spend time in that simple village.

After checking the progress of the Ministry of Works and urging the officials of the Ministry of Works, Yang Zhengshan came to the temporary garrison of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

At this time, in the training ground of the Martial Arts Pavilion, 300 disciples were undergoing military training under the guidance of the instructor.

Even though these three hundred disciples are all acquired martial artists, their training still starts with the most basic formation.

The martial arts instructors and instructors in charge of training at the martial arts pavilion are all military officers from the border army, but their training methods are roughly the same, because now the training methods of the Darong border army are almost all from the "Records of Training".

That's right, it was the "Records of Training" compiled by Yang Zhengshan ten years ago. Now "Records of Training" has become the outline of Darong Border Town's training.

Of course, compared with Yang Zhengshan's training methods, they are still inferior.

Although "Records of Training" was compiled by Yang Zhengshan, it was a version ten years ago. At that time, Yang Zhengshan was more referring to some military training experiences in his previous life, and added some of his own ideas to compile it.

Now Yang Zhengshan has led the army for more than ten years, and has trained more than 100,000 elite soldiers under his command. He has a lot of his own understanding of training and using troops.

So he also made some repairs and adaptations to the "Records of Training" he compiled before.

Especially this kind of training method specifically for warriors, he has more experience.

Formation training is the basis of military training. It can improve the soldiers' ability to cooperate in combat, enhance the soldiers' trust and communication, and is also an important method to strengthen military discipline and military law.

It can be said that formation training is the only way for ordinary people to transform into soldiers.

This is why Yang Zhengshan has always required that training must start with formation training.

When he came to the parade ground, Yang Zhengshan looked at the three hundred disciples standing neatly in the parade ground and nodded with satisfaction.

In almost a month, these three hundred disciples have completed basic training, and it is time to conduct actual combat training next.

Seeing Yang Zhengshan walk into the parade ground, several instructors who were supervising the training hurriedly ran over and said, "Greetings, Master Wu Zheng!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "You guys are busy with yours, don't worry about me!"

"Yes!"

Several instructors responded and stopped following Yang Zhengshan. They were all used to Yang Zhengshan's casualness.

Yang Zhengshan was wandering in the queue, his eyes swept over the disciples one by one.

Most of these disciples come from noble families and official families, and a small number come from civilian martial arts families and Jianghu sects. They can all be considered talented talents.

But they also have many problems. The children of noble families and official families are used to fine clothes and delicious food, and the martial artists from martial arts families and Jianghu sects are more or less unruly.

However, these problems are nothing. When you come to the Martial Arts Pavilion, you have to control your temper and correct any problems.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is not the Imperial Academy. In Yang Zhengshan's eyes, the Martial Arts Pavilion is a military institution, and the military academy is also a military institution. All disciplines must be handled according to the standards of the military camp.

In the past month, there have been troublemakers, but the consequences of being a troublemaker under Yang Zhengshan can be imagined.

If they are not chopped off directly, it is all because Yang Zhengshan cherishes talents.

After inspecting the Martial Arts Pavilion and seeing that there was nothing to do, Yang Zhengshan went home.

After returning to the Marquis' Mansion, Yang Zhengshan hid in the study and studied the recipes of Zhenyuan Pill and Yugu Bingxin Pill.

He had already planted the Xingyuan Fruit in the Lingquan Space, and both Xingyuan Fruits were planted by him.

Although he no longer had Xingyuan Fruit in his hand, it did not prevent him from studying the recipe of Zhenyuan Pill.

In fact, the art of alchemy is not as magical as imagined.

The art of alchemy is to pay attention to pharmacology. The recipe must be matched according to the monarch, minister, assistant and prescription. Alchemy does not require any alchemy furnace, heavenly fire, earthly fire, Samadhi true fire and the like. It is to use the method of decoction to boil the medicinal materials into a paste, and then roll them into pills.

That's right, the so-called art of alchemy is to roll pills.

What is important is pharmacology, not other messy things.

Of course, this does not mean that it is easy to refine pills. In fact, the process of making pills is very particular. The proportion of the medicine and the decoction process need to be treated with a rigorous and careful attitude.

Making pills is a process that requires patience.

Yang Zhengshan had never made pills before, but he was quite proficient in pharmacology, and he had studied pharmacology over the years.

There were two pill recipes, but now he lacked the main medicine, so he couldn't refine them.

But it didn't matter. If he couldn't refine these two pill recipes, he would try a more common pill recipe.

The bone-strengthening pill had the effects of removing wind and dampness, nourishing yin and suppressing yang, and strengthening tendons and bones. It was useful for both the warriors in the physical training realm and the acquired realm, and it helped the warriors to stretch their tendons and bones and strengthen their physique.

The herbs needed for the bone-strengthening pill were also very common. The main herbs were tiger bones and ginseng, and the other auxiliary herbs were relatively common herbs.

Compared with the True Yuan Pill and the Jade Bone Bingxin Pill, it is undoubtedly much easier to refine the Bone Strengthening Pill.

Of course, this ease is relative. In fact, Bone Strengthening Pill is also a very valuable thing, because the ginseng used to refine it must be a precious medicine.

This Bone Strengthening Pill is said to be useful for Body Forging Realm warriors, but there are really not many Body Forging Realm warriors who can afford to use it.

Therefore, bone-strengthening pills are mostly used by acquired warriors below the fifth level, and only those acquired warriors with a rich family can afford it. Without any financial resources, acquired warriors are reluctant to use this thing.

Of course, this is not a problem for Yang Zhengshan. He has plenty of precious medicinal ginseng. He dare not say if there are more, but he can still get two to three hundred plants.

It was a hot day at the end of August.

Yang Zhengshan squatted in the pavilion on the back hill of Hou Mansion, sweating profusely, serving the stove for boiling medicine.

This is already the eighth pot of bone-strengthening pills he has cooked. All the ones he had cooked before were buried in the mountain.

"Master, are you sure you can brew the bone-strengthening pill in this way?"

Next to him, Wang Mingzhe looked at the stove with a look of despair.

"That's what it says on the elixir recipe, first use strong fire, then slow fire, cook it back and forth four times, each time for no less than two quarters of an hour!" Yang Zhengshan pulled his beard with one hand and fanned the stove with the other.

Wang Mingzhe next to him fanned him with a cattail leaf fan.

"But Master, you have failed seven times!" Wang Mingzhe said.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the casserole on the stove and thought thoughtfully, "Is there something wrong with the stove?"

"How is that possible? Isn't this stove brought from the Imperial Hospital?" Wang Mingzhe was really in pain.

It’s just that it’s so hot that I can’t sleep, but I still have to accompany Master to bake the stove here.

Wow, Master, you can torture me by another disciple!

"Yes, everything comes from the imperial hospital, and the imperial doctors use these to make elixirs. Why can't I do the same?"

Yang Zhengshan was a little confused.

In order to refine the bone-strengthening elixir, he went to Sun Wanzhen, the envoy of Taiyuan Hospital, for advice.

The elixir recipe is correct, the equipment is correct, and the medicinal materials are correct. The refining process is strictly in accordance with the elixir recipe, so there should be no mistakes.

But why is there something wrong with the refined stuff?

Yang Zhengshan really couldn't figure it out.

Two hours later, a new pot of bone-strengthening pill ointment was released.

Yang Zhengshan carefully opened the lid of the casserole and frowned deeper when he looked at the gray ointment inside.

So gray!

The prescription says it should be black!

Sun Wanzhen also said it should be black.

But he just couldn't make the black ointment.

The ointment is wrong, and the pills made out of it must also be wrong.

"Master, do you want to try if this thing has any medicinal effect?" Wang Mingzhe said.

"You try?" Yang Zhengshan glanced at him.

"Well, Master, my disciple is still young and growing, so it's better not to eat randomly!" Wang Mingzhe shook his head like a rattle.

Are you kidding? It's a medicine that's three-thirds poisonous, not to mention it's such an unclear medicine.

Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard and thought for a while.

If this is the first time, it may be that he has broken the medicine.

If this happens twice in a row, there may be something wrong with his steps.

But this is the eighth time, he has carefully summarized the experience of seven failures, and it is still like this.

"Go get a sheep!"

"Sheep! Good luck!" As soon as Wang Mingzhe heard that he was not allowed to test the medicine, he immediately went to fetch the sheep.

After a while, Wang Mingzhe came over with a sheep.

Baa baa~~

Yang Zhengshan pulled out a handful of grass, dipped some ointment on it and handed it to the sheep.

The sheep sniffed it first and then ate it.

After eating a handful of grass, the sheep bleated twice, as if to say, ‘Uncle Sheep, I’m not full yet! ’

Wang Mingzhe looked at the sheep carefully, "Master, there doesn't seem to be any reaction, it shouldn't be poisonous!"

Yang Zhengshan reached out and pinched the sheep's neck, feeling the changes in the sheep's pulse.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the sheep, he picked up the remaining ointment, dipped a little in it and put it in his mouth.

Savor it carefully. Well, it tastes a bit bitter, but also has a faint medicinal aroma.

After swallowing it, Yang Zhengshan carefully felt the changes in his body.

"Go and get a bone-strengthening pill for your master!" Yang Zhengshan ordered.

"Okay!" Wang Mingzhe ran away quickly, but quickly ran back again.

Even though he is very fat, this kid can still run very fast.

Yang Zhengshan took the Bone Strengthening Pill and felt it carefully. After comparing the two, Yang Zhengshan suddenly discovered that what he had obtained was the Bone Strengthening Pill.

Although the effect of the Bone Strengthening Pill on Yang Zhengshan is very weak, with Yang Zhengshan's current ability to sense the body, he can clearly feel the effect of the Bone Strengthening Pill after it enters the body.

The traces of medicinal power spread and eventually blended into the bones and flesh, warming the bones of the whole body.

"This is the Bone Strengthening Pill!" Yang Zhengshan said with certainty.

There is nothing wrong with the elixir recipe, medicinal materials, decoction process, and efficacy. What is this if not a bone-strengthening elixir?

The only difference is that the color of the ointment is slightly different.

But why are the colors of the ointments different?

Yang Zhengshan thought for a while and then told Wang Mingzhe: "Go to the warehouse and get a precious ginseng plant!"

If there is any difference between the Bone-Strengthening Pill he refined and the Bone-Strengthening Pill refined by Taiyuan Hospital, it is the precious medicine ginseng.

The precious ginseng he used came from the Lingquan space, while the precious ginseng used by the Imperial Hospital grew naturally in the mountains and forests.

In this way, Yang Zhengshan spent another two hours to boil a pot of Zhuanggudan ointment.

When he opened the casserole again, he was a little amused.

"Master, Master, it's right this time!" Wang Mingzhe shouted excitedly.

Yang Zhengshan looked depressed. Not only was it right this time, but the previous eight times were all right.

In other words, he wasted several days of effort and seven precious ginsengs in vain.

This was also because Yang Zhengshan had no experience. Just because of a small problem, he thought that there was something wrong with the ointment he boiled.

If it were other doctors, even if there was a difference in the color of the ointment, they could rely on experience or other methods to verify whether there was a problem with the ointment.

After all, this pot of medicinal materials is not cheap. Except for Yang Zhengshan, it is estimated that few people are willing to throw it away directly.

The reason for the difference in color is entirely because a large part of the medicinal materials used by Yang Zhengshan came from the Lingquan space.

After confirming that there was no problem with the ointment, Yang Zhengshan rolled all the ointment into pills.

Each pill was the size of a fingertip, and the two pots of ointment rolled more than 20 bone-strengthening pills in total.

Watching the bone-strengthening pills being put into the small porcelain bottle, Wang Mingzhe couldn't resist the temptation, "Master, can you give me a few?"

"What do you want it for?" Yang Zhengshan asked in surprise.

"Doesn't the bone-strengthening pill strengthen the tendons and bones? Isn't it appropriate for me to use it now?" Wang Mingzhe said as a matter of course.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at him, "This thing is not very useful to you. If you want it, you can make it yourself in the future!"

Does Wang Mingzhe need bone-strengthening pills?

Definitely not.

There is spiritual spring water, why do you need bone-strengthening pills.

"But I don't have any ginseng!" Wang Mingzhe blinked.

Yang Zhengshan looked at him like this, how could he not know what he was up to.

"There should be a few more in the warehouse, you can use them!"

The ginseng in the warehouse were all gifts from others. Although they are also precious medicines, their medicinal power is not as good as the ginseng grown in space.

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Mingzhe smiled.

Yang Zhengshan looked at him and said earnestly: "Since you are interested in refining medicine, then refine it well."

Wang Mingzhe has been accompanying him to refine medicine these days. Although Wang Mingzhe looks bored, Yang Zhengshan can see that he is still very interested in refining medicine.

At least when refining medicine, did this kid secretly sleep?

"Disciple has not learned pharmacology!" Wang Mingzhe scratched his head and said.

He is indeed interested in refining medicine, more than reading and practicing martial arts.

"It's not too late to learn now. There are many medical books in my study. You can take them to read. If you really like it, I will invite Doctor Sun to come to my house one day and let him be your teacher!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.

Sun Wanzhen's medical skills are naturally beyond reproach. Not only his medical skills, but he is also very good at refining pills.

In the whole of Kyoto, in the fields of medical skills and refining pills, the only person who can compare with him is probably Granny Meng in the Three Valleys.

Yang Zhengshan naturally doesn't mind Wang Ming's philosophy of medicine and learning to refine pills. He even hopes that this kid can learn more other things so that he won't hide in the house and sleep in all day.