Hunting College

　　 Professor Zheng hurriedly jumped up and went to the health station next to the community to call the doctor.

　　 When he returned with the doctor, he was surprised to see that the little grandson had regained consciousness and was sitting in front of Mr. Wu with a well-behaved face. But Mr. Wu slapped him on his head and body with a serious face.

　　 "Mr. knows what's wrong with my grandson?" Professor Zheng was keenly aware of something, his expression excited.

　　 Mr. Wu was silent for a long time before slowly explaining.

　　According to him, Zheng Qingtian was angry and bloody, but his spirit was strong, causing yin and yang imbalance, yin qi upsurge, and headache. Originally, daily endorsement and calligraphy consumed Zheng Qing's spirit very well, but reading and calligraphy consumed Zheng Qing's energy and blood. Subtract the two, so Zheng Qing's situation is getting worse.

　　 "Is there a remedy?"

　　 "There is a loss of anger and blood, and it cannot be compensated by acquired medicine stones."

　　 "So there are other ways?"

　　 Mr. Wu was silent.

　　 "Sir, please help me." Professor Zheng got up and dragged Zheng Qing down to his knees while bowing himself.

　　 Mr. Wu sighed: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps going."

　　 helped Professor Zheng, and Mr. Wu had a three chapters with him.

　　 The first is that it cannot be said; the second is that the law is not spread; the third is that it is for the belly and not for the eyes.

　　 The first one is unspeakable, it means that Professor Zheng cannot tell about his own treatment. Mr. Wu solemnly said that there are some things that do not work well.

　　 The second law is not spread, which means that the treatment of illness involves secrets, and the Zheng family should not inquire at will. Moreover, according to Mr. Wu's cryptic statement, he inherited a line of sects. If Zheng Qing wants to make up for his congenital shortcomings, he needs to worship his own sect and receive his own precepts.

　　 The third one is for the abdomen and not for the eyes. Mr. Wu said that he was treating Zheng Qing only because he met, so he asked for peace of mind and didn't want to be disturbed by other patients. For the heart but not for the name. If the treatment has some effect, the Zheng family attracts other patients to disturb him, so he can only leave early.

　　 After three requests, Mr. Wu fell silent.

　　Professor Zheng is still groaning, but Zheng Qing has already banged his head seven or eight in disregard, calling "Teacher" in his mouth.

　　Professor Zheng dragged him up in a dubious manner. After asking, he realized that Mr. Wu's massage just now was very effective, and Zheng Qing seemed to have not experienced the refreshing for a long time. So after hearing that Mr. Wu had a way to treat his headache, he immediately kowtow.

　　 So the old man can only nod with a wry smile.

　　 In this way, in the midsummer of the eight-year-old year, Zheng Qing worshipped Mr. Wu as his teacher.

Mr. Wu’s knowledge is extremely broad, including astronomy, geography, and historical encyclopedia. Whenever a guest who comes to a bookstore starts, he can always talk along the topic for a long time. If the guest is a charming little girl, Mr. Tease those little girls trembling.

　　 Mr. Wu's hobbies are also extremely wide. Playing, playing, playing and singing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even various ball games, and even tedious bookstore chores, it seems that all aspects of ordinary people's lives can arouse his strong interest. So that Professor Zheng said with emotion, Mr. Wu, a real person.

　　The most important thing is that Mr. Wu's treatment methods are really superb.

　　Zheng Qing’s headache has not recurred in one day since he became a teacher.

　　 This makes Professor Zheng Lao and Zheng Qing's parents extremely grateful. But because Mr. Wu insisted not to restrict repairs, the Zheng family could only give some gifts every year and holidays to show their gratitude.

　　 Mr. Wu's treatment methods are very strange. He didn't do acupuncture and massage for Zheng Qing all day long, nor did he make Jinshi decoction for Zheng Qing. Instead, it followed the usual practice of Professor Zheng: practicing calligraphy!

　　 is only practiced by Zheng Qing, not the three thousand Chinese characters commonly found in books, but a shabby talisman.

There are a total of 324 pages in 　　 Fu Tie, with four runes per page, totaling 1,296 characters. The structure of each character is extremely complicated, and there are often subtle changes between the strokes, which makes Zheng Qing more difficult to practice.

　　 Mr. Wu still seemed unsatisfied. He found a small soft pen specifically for Zheng Qing and asked Zheng Qing to learn a rune every day. Everyone who practices calligraphy knows that hard writing is easy to write, but soft writing is difficult. Although this thin and soft pen reduced Zheng Qing's physical fatigue, it increased his mental exhaustion several times.

　　 These runes are not a matter of daily learning. At the request of Mr. Wu, there will be a silent test every day, a small test on five days, and a big test on ten days.

　　 Mr. Wu said that if you can't pass the ten-day exam, you don't need to come again.

　　 Zheng Qing thought of the torture of the headache, and was terrified in his heart, so he became serious about his calligraphy.

　　 So, time flies for more than three years, when Zheng Qing was twelve years old, more than a thousand runes in Fu Tie had been practiced thoroughly. And his headache has not relapsed in three years.

　　 In more than three years, the longer Zheng Qing stayed with Mr. Wu, the more abnormalities he found.

　　 For example, Mr. Wu seems to have never eaten.

Mr. 　　 cooks a good meal with delicious colors, flavors, flavors, but the dishes are often enjoyed by Zheng Qing and the yellow raccoon in the bookstore. Zheng Qing has never seen Mr. Wu eat it.

　　 Another example, UU reading www. uukanshu. The yellow **** in the com store is also very strange. When Zheng Qing was ten years old, this yellow raccoon didn't know where it came from, and he got into the study room and ran around and refused to come out. The husband didn't chase away any more, and the cat stayed in grandeur. After a long time, Zheng Qing always felt that it had become a spirit. He saw more than one scene of this civet cat digging out the key between the attic from the drawer, standing up straight and holding the key with his paw to open the door to get dried fish. And this cat never avoided it, but often greeted him with his paw.

　　 The most important thing is that once Zheng Qing saw Mr. Wu beckoning to his teapot, the teapot that was a full ten meters away from him floated into his hand.

　　The more you know, the more you are in awe, and Zheng Qing's attitude towards Mr. Wu becomes more and more respectful.

　　 There is always one way or another in the heart of the boy. Therefore, these abnormalities slowly deposited in his heart, and gradually became familiar with him, so that he was used to it and didn't care about it.

　　 Until the twelfth birthday, Mr. Wu said he would give Zheng Qing a gift.

　　 It was a foggy morning. Mr. Wu took Zheng Qing's hand and told him to hold fast. Zheng Qing grabbed Mr. Wu's big hand nervously. After a few steps out of the bookstore, he entered the garden of the community.

　　 The path in the garden is flanked by holly wood more than one meter high, trimmed neatly by gardeners. Turning left and right along the trail, passing through a circular arch, the mist around it seemed to disappear instantly.

　　 He was still thinking about the arch as if he had never seen it in the garden. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wu left him and greeted a skinny old man who came across with his fists.

　　 Zheng Qing looked around and saw a quiet old street in front of her.

At the entrance of 　　 Xiaojie, there is an archway supported by two bare stone pillars. On the plaque above, the three characters "Hui Zi Ji" are written with vigorous strokes.