Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Inadvertently, another five years passed.

This morning.

Zhang Yao yawned, woke up from his sleep, got out of bed, and fetched water from the water tank to wash his face.

"I'm thirty years old..."

After washing his face, he looked at the face in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help feeling dazed for a moment.

He was only fifteen years old when he escaped from Qingping Palace, and he was already twenty-two when he left Changping City.

Eight full years have passed now, and he is already thirty years old, but if he shaves off his beard, his face is almost the same as before.

"Time flies so fast."

With a sigh of emotion, he put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and wandered out to buy breakfast.

After eating and returning to the clinic early, A Fu and A Gui have already arrived and are busy in the front hall.

"Master."

"Master, morning."

Seeing Zhang Yao coming back, the two quickly greeted him with a respectful attitude.

"Well, it's early for you too."

Zhang Yao responded with a smile.

Eight years have passed, Ah Fu and Ah Gui have also grown up, the daily money has reached six qian silver per month, and they both married wives and started families.

They all knew very well that they were able to have today thanks to Zhang Yao, so they were naturally full of gratitude and respect to him.

"Ah Fu."

Zhang Yao looked at Ah Fu who was tidying up the medicine cabinet, and joked:

"It seems that you have a good life after marriage. You are full of energy when you come back from vacation."

As soon as this remark came out, Ah Fu was immediately blushed, he hesitated to answer, and Ah Gui who was on the side laughed.

He got married last year, and now his daughter-in-law is half a year pregnant, but Ah Fu just got married last month.

Zhang Yao attended the wedding banquet in person, presented him with a generous gift, and specially let him take half a month's leave. He just came back to work today.

"Master!"

Ah Gui finished laughing, Ah Fu, looked at Zhang Yao again, and said with a chuckle, "When will you be willing to start a family? Find us a mistress?"

Ah Fu on the side also reacted, and quickly echoed: "Yes, Master, don't just talk about me, talk about yourself..."

Zhang Yao laughed, waved his hands, and didn't say much.

He is young, not bad-looking, and has a family business in Renshoutang, so he is naturally a favorite in the marriage market.

At the beginning, after learning that he did not have a family, all the neighbors in the neighborhood offered to introduce him. A few years ago, many matchmakers broke through the threshold, but he rejected them all one by one.

His idea is also very simple:

He is a long-lived person, destined to be a different kind in the world, so he is not prepared to have emotional disputes with any woman, and it is better to cut off the source from the beginning than to be in great pain in the future.

If it's a simple in-depth communication between you and me, then he will definitely not refuse, but it can't be at this stage either.

When he becomes a master, he will stand high above the sky, and the world will be as big as he wants. He has plenty of time to enjoy it slowly. He can enjoy it in different ways for a hundred years, so why rush for a while?

"Okay, stop being so talkative."

Zhang Yao changed the subject, looked straight, and said:

"Both of you, tidy up my medical kit."

"Wait a minute, the Liu family will pick me up and see their old lady. I made an appointment yesterday."

After many years, Zhang Yao's medical skills have improved by leaps and bounds, reaching 81%.

Such medical skills are also rare in the world, and now anyone who mentions Jiangdu Renshou Hall will praise Doctor Zhang who sits in the hall for his superb medical skills and rejuvenation.

Since two years ago, Zhang Yao didn't sit in the clinic very often, because he was often invited by rich and powerful families to make home visits, and the money was very generous.

"Yes, Master."

Ah Fu and Ah Gui quickly agreed, and hurried to sort out Zhang Yao's medical box.

The two of them have been with Zhang Yao for many years, and they are familiar with the properties and pharmacology of medicines. They are also clever and eager to learn, and their medical skills have already reached a certain level.

At least it’s okay to see some common illnesses, so every time Zhang Yao visits the doctor, the two of them will take the consultation on their behalf, and Zhang Yao will also give them extra dividends.

After a while, the servants of the Liu Mansion arrived, respectfully invited Zhang Yao into the sedan chair, carried the sedan chair across Xinhe Street, crossed the Lingjiang Bridge, and went to the Liu Mansion.

The old lady of the Liu Mansion was seriously ill and was already bedridden. She had invited several doctors for diagnosis and treatment but nothing improved.

Zhang Yao first used acupuncture to dissipate stagnant qi and blood, and then used ginger moxibustion to warm it up. Finally, he prescribed a prescription and ordered the servants of the Liu family to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

After one morning, the situation of the old lady of the Liu Mansion changed greatly. She would vomit after drinking some porridge, but she ate three bowls of rice in a row at noon.

The effect is like a drum, stand up and sink!

Master Liu was overjoyed, praised Zhang Yao repeatedly as a genius doctor, invited Zhang Yao to stay for the banquet, and gave him an extra gift, which Zhang Yao also happily accepted.

After staying in the Liu Mansion until evening, Zhang Yao left and returned to Xinhe Street in a sedan chair.

"Master, this is today's prescription..."

As soon as he returned to the clinic, A Fu and A Gui greeted him, holding a stack of prescriptions for advice.

Zhang Yao instructed them for half an hour, and the two left the hospital together after the sun had completely set.

"Hey, I missed the hour, and I didn't even have to listen to the storytelling."

Zhang Yao looked up at the sky, sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to go back to his room, light the oil lamp, and read medical books.

With his current medical skills, reading these classics is no longer useful, but the role of reviewing the past to learn the new is still there, and he can somewhat gain some new insights.

"Well, the "Mai Jing", which was believed to be the standard at the beginning, has many mistakes and omissions now..."

While flipping through the pages, Zhang Yao pondered, annotating a few sentences casually, or writing them into his medical experience.

He didn't turn off the lights until it was dark and went to sleep.

the next day.

When the sky was bright, Zhang Yao woke up naturally, got out of bed as usual, and prepared to fetch water to wash his face.

But before he took a few steps, he felt something was wrong.

"Um?"

"Someone came in? Did you hide my senses? No, it shouldn't be possible..."

He frowned slightly, and glanced around the bedroom, but he didn't see any footprints or signs of being turned over.

He has lived in this medical center for 3,000 days and nights, and he is extremely familiar with all the furnishings, and it is impossible to misread them.

"The room has not changed..."

"So, is there a change in me?"

Zhang Yao suddenly came to his senses, revealing a trace of unbelievable surprise.

As soon as he woke up, even the most familiar room became a little strange. This only shows the sensitivity of his senses, and he jumped a lot without knowing it!

"call……"

Zhang Yao took a deep breath and tried to move his body. After careful induction, he immediately noticed something strange.

Among all the veins in the body, an invisible force is surging, like a continuous stream of gurgling water, or like a misty cloud rising indefinitely.

This brand new power is completely different from the activated qi and blood he obtained from practicing the internal martial arts, and it can be distinguished in an instant.

"Infuriating! This is the true energy of martial arts!!"

Zhang Yao finally affirmed this point, and a wave of heartfelt joy arose in his heart.

eight years.

Three thousand days and nights.

He finally cultivated the true energy of martial arts and stepped into the realm of a master.