C53

I said, "I don't understand." His Master looked depressed. "How could I have two stupid disciples?" I said, "Master, don't I still have a senior sister?"

His Master sighed and said, "Don't mention her." I saw that Senior Sister's Master's expression was a little down and didn't dare to say anything more, but in her heart she was muttering to herself, "Why can't I mention this Senior Sister?"

After walking for a while, we arrived at the place where the Grand Master's house was located. A few trees stuck out from within the house and gave off a faint feeling of coolness. It was difficult to find such a secluded place in the bustling city of Beijing, let alone in the Third Ring Road of Beijing.

At the door, a young man was waiting for us. Seeing the two of us, he happily waved his hand. The master patted his head and said, "Juul has grown up. He looks like a big child." The youngster did not say anything. A smile still hung on his face as he led the two of us into the courtyard.

There was a different kind of cave in the yard, with all sorts of low trees and fake mountains. As we walked along, I secretly clicked my tongue. What was this master doing in Beijing? How could he have such a large yard?

Inside, a middle-aged man was sitting in a large rocking chair with his eyes closed, but he didn't seem to be of any real age. The two sides of his hair were already graying, and he didn't look much younger than his master. The middle-aged man pushed the door open and entered, and when he heard the sound, he sat up and saw us coming in, a complicated expression on his face, both happy and sad. He looked at me with that kind of expression, not only my master but also me, and when he stopped, he said, "Senior, I'm here."

The two of them walked over to each other. Uncle Master patted his Master on the shoulder and smiled, "Not bad, your body is quite sturdy." His Master said, "I can still do it for a few decades." The four of us sat down separately. Master and Uncle talked about the recent situation, and from their conversation, I knew why Master said that Uncle was a doctor, that Uncle Master had always been in charge of the physical condition of the several high officials in Beijing. As for the situation of those few high officials, Master asked about it, but Uncle Master refused to tell us.

I listened to them both, bored, and saw that Juhle was always smiling and talking to them, and that Juhle made me feel kind and friendly, so I poked him with my finger, and Juhle put his index finger on his lips to indicate that I should be quiet, and then opened his mouth and pointed to the inside of it, meaning that he could not speak.

Could this senior brother of mine be a mute?" No wonder he had always been unwilling to speak, what a pity. Senior brother Juul was a handsome man with a smile on his face. With a single glance, one could tell that he was someone who was very close to him.

The Great Master smiled and said, "Junior Brother, I've recently found a hundred year old Head of the Guards. You can try it." A woman came over with a pot of tea and poured out four cups for us. The color of the tea was so dark that it was almost black, and even when I smelled it, it didn't look very nice. My master praised me, "Senior brother can always get good things."

After he finished speaking, he drank a mouthful and repeatedly praised it. Seeing that I didn't drink it, the Great Master asked my Master, "What is the name of this Junior Martial Nephew of mine?" His Master said, "His name is Sun Hao, I usually call him Hao." I said to the Grand Master, "Great Master, please call me Haozi." He might have found the name Haozi unpleasant, too.

The Grand Master said, "Haozi, this tea is not ordinary. Try it." Under his passionate gaze, I had to taste it. It was ordinary, but it was soft and mellow. It was definitely a great tonic.

Senior Brother," said the Master, "I have a thousand-year-old ginseng for you to see." He opened the box and saw that it was indeed tall and big, not even a single strand was damaged. This is also the first time I've seen such a large ginseng, and I saw that it was the size of a palm in the pharmacy at home.

He took out a magnifying glass, which was very professional. Each of the small branches read it, making a tsk-tsk-tsk sound in their mouths. After looking at it for a long time, he put the magnifying glass down and said, "It is indeed not wrong."

His Master proudly said, "Not bad, right?" "Unfortunately, it's not the thousand-year-old ginseng you were talking about." His Master said in shock, "I can't, I treated the son of an extremely rich person like Yue Yang, he can't lie to me."

Master Bo Yun lightly said, "It's normal. A real thousand years ginseng can't be distinguished by anyone. If you're not in this business, that person can't tell either. I think this is a ginseng that was raised by humans."

"There are Western scientists who believe that ginseng is not as effective as carrots," he continued. "The fame of ginseng is just a figment of Chinese imagination, but in fact it's wrong. Many things can't be figured out by chemical analysis and magnifying glass."

I asked, "Great Master, what is the thing that you're talking about that you can't see?" "It's just like when a seed is roasted in a fire, it contains the same ingredients as before it was roasted in the fire, but it can no longer sprout, because the vitality and vitality inside it are gone, the ginseng is called the" King of Hundred Herbs "by Chinese people, its greatest advantage is not only nourishing the five organs, but also nourishing the vitality, calming the spirit, calming the soul, suppressing fear, removing evil energy, which can only be done after absorbing the essence of the sun and moon for hundreds or even thousands of years."

If my master had said this, I definitely wouldn't have believed him. However, the grand master's looks and style were trustworthy. I asked," "Great Master, if the ginseng is divided into two matriarchs, please capture a male and a female and let them have children.

Although many plants can absorb the essence of the sun and moon and exhibit their spiritual nature, ginseng is the most spiritual and spiritual type among them. It is also the easiest type of ginseng, and people over five hundred years old will be able to find another ginseng by themselves. The ginseng must be one or two male and the female will be slightly larger, while the female will be a few meters or even several tens of meters apart.

It was so magical. I vaguely remembered something as I asked, "Martial Uncle, are all plants capable of becoming spiritual?" The Grand Master thought for a moment and said, "Plant cultivation is extremely difficult, because plants are the lowest level of living beings. Although they have life, they have almost no intelligence, and the best they can do is to provide life support for humans or beasts."

His Master said, "Hai, a ginseng really has so many meanings, why can't I believe it?" "Ginseng is a natural elixir, but plants with spiritual energy can easily take shape, and the more it takes shape, the more spiritual energy it contains, the more it takes shape, meaning it looks like a person. Look at the shape of the ginseng, it has both a head and a torso. "In the past at Changbai Mountain, I heard the legend of ginseng becoming an adult. 500 years old ginseng could become a child, 1,000 years old ginseng could become an adult, 2,000 years old ginseng could become an old man. It's just that because the original body is a plant, so it is very rare for ginseng to leave the deep mountains.

I asked, "Grand Uncle, is there any difference between western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine?" In fact, if you ask about the root of the difference, it is reasonable that Chinese medicine is not liked by others. Chinese medicine is also an auxiliary means of cultivation, and what is the ultimate purpose of cultivation? Eternal life, Chinese medicine is usually complicated and slow, and you need to be proficient in Chinese medicine, it is difficult to achieve in your entire life. Now, no one has the patience to study it, not to mention, in this era where the spiritual qi has declined, many Chinese herbs are rare, and the majority of people you see do not have much intelligence.

How could I understand what the Grand Master was saying? I nodded and my Master said, "How can this brat save others? It would be good enough to understand himself."

After a while, I was a little tired and kept yawning. Master had asked Senior Brother Guillermo to take me upstairs to rest. This time, I slept soundly. When I woke up, it was already close to night.

When I went downstairs, Master and Uncle-Master were not there, but Senior Brother Juul was, and when he saw me, he gestured me out. When Master and Uncle-Master were out walking, I couldn't help but admire the strength of these two old men, which were at least better than mine.

When it was time for dinner, there was a table placed under a big tree in the backyard, and four more people arrived. They were probably the seniors that Senior Martial Uncle had told me about earlier, and they all sat down, and Uncle Master introduced them to me one by one. Eldest Senior Martial Brother lived there, and he was forty-five years old, and he had a very handsome face, and he was thirty-nine years old, and his figure was very thin, and his face was fair, and his third Senior Martial Brother was three years old, and his appearance very simple and honest.

They were asking each other what they had been doing recently, and they were also very curious about me, the youngest junior brother, whom they had only met for the first time. Occasionally, someone would come and ask about my situation, and during that time, I noticed that second senior brother was looking at me with a strange look.

After a while, he returned to my room to retrieve something. He then came over and sat beside me and asked, "Junior brother, what is your Dao mark? I haven't heard it from you yet." I replied, "Master didn't give me a dao name." The First Senior Brother said, "That shouldn't be the case, but Second Martial Uncle must have his reasons for doing so. Oh right, Junior Brother, when were you born? I know a few words." Logically speaking, he shouldn't have told others about his birthdate so easily. He was my senior brother, so I didn't think too much about it. "I was born on the first day of March, 1990, at midnight," I told him.