Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 88 The Secrets of the Inner Canon, 3 Ye Xuanji

"this……"

"Your gentlemen are only trying to prolong the lives of their masters. They only care about the upper class and never look at the common people."

They placed their hopes on the emperor and officials, relied on foreigners, and learned Western culture.

No matter how good their initial intentions were, if their methods were wrong, this matter was destined to fail.

Even if they succeed, it's the emperor's and officials' success that matters, not the people's success.

Actually, it's nothing to be proud of.

Look at this world, those kneeling people—whether this world is a prosperous age or a chaotic one, when have they ever truly lived a single day as human beings?

Being half a step ahead is genius; being a full step ahead is madness.

Cheng Feiyan naturally couldn't understand Li Xin's sentiments.

In fact, in this era, no one can understand it.

Therefore, Cheng Feiyan just smiled and shook her head: "Junior brother, you are still young, so don't worry about these important national affairs."

Let the learned gentlemen keep busy.

My senior sister just wanted to do something, but there were some things she didn't quite understand.

After all, I only learned martial arts; I didn't study literature or medicine...

By the way, I heard last time that you brought your cousin who studies medicine to your home. I even went to see her yesterday to see her, and she really is a talented young woman.

Let her study hard. In the future, if we have a headache or fever, or need to prepare medicine for physical training, we can ask her for help.

"That way, I won't get ripped off by those quack doctors anymore."

"Then you'll have to wait a while. Xiao Wan is still young and can't graduate yet."

Li Xin then stopped talking about reforms and modernization, and watched Cheng Feiyan leave.

My senior sister moved with light steps, like a swallow, as she flew out of the courtyard.

We headed straight for the embassy district.

I wonder what kind of light she saw?

If, after some time, she sees that all her dreams are actually just a pool of filth and blood at the execution ground, then...

I wonder if she can accept it?

……

My cousin, Li Xiaowan, is a diligent student studying medicine.

That was really hard work.

I don't know if she was trying to show that she was also a useful person who could do things for Brother Xin.

Or perhaps they genuinely love this subject and find unparalleled enjoyment in it.

He kept medical books close at hand during the day and kept the oil lamp burning until midnight at night.

As a result, Xiaoyue has been too embarrassed to jump around like that these past few days.

The time spent practicing martial arts and doing chores increased several times over.

In her words, since her older siblings are working so hard, she also wants to share the burden of the family as soon as possible.

She had to work more and eat less. Otherwise, her brother wouldn't want her anymore.

Look what we've done to this little girl!

It was all rolled up.

……

I just stepped into my own yard.

Li Xin's good mood lasted only a few seconds before he saw Li Xiaowan running over.

He sighed inwardly.

He knew that his cousin was going to ask him to verify her knowledge of human anatomy again.

Ever since I casually mentioned the distribution of bodily organs and meridians to her last time, she has taken it to heart.

The various theories in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic are combined with the human body.

And naturally, some reasonable explanations can be found.

Li Xin was completely bewildered by what Yin and Yang and the Five Elements were.

"Xiao Wan, um, I just remembered, I still need to brew medicine for my cultivation, so perhaps..."

"Brother Xiaoxin, it's not this, it's the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic. I've made a new discovery."

Li Xiaowan hurriedly said.

His words contained joy, yet concealed a deep sadness.

"Could it be that they've found out why Second Uncle hasn't returned?"

With this thought in mind, Li Xin stopped in his tracks.

Li Xiaowan held the yellowed ancient book, secretly glancing around as if she were a thief, and whispered, "It's like this, when I was re-studying the [Suwen, Yin-Yang Theory], I found that some physician's annotations here are quite strange."

Not only are the annotations inconsistent in meaning and contradictory, but the handwriting is also disordered, seemingly intentionally so.

I started to doze off while watching it...

And guess what happened?

"Did you fall asleep and receive teachings from an immortal, suddenly gaining complete understanding?"

"No, my right eye was just stuck shut with eye boogers, so I only opened my left eye."

Then, it seemed as if those messy annotations had somehow formed a diagram…

Li Xiaowan rolled her eyes and pointed to the handwriting in the book. "Look here. Close one eye and look at it half-closed. Isn't there something different?"

"That's true."

Li Xin tried it and then discovered that the characters were arranged in groups of three or five, like soldiers in battle formation.

If you ignore the handwriting and only look at the ink marks, you'll discover over time that this is a strange drawing.

The drawing is very simple.

At first glance, it looks like a clover, with its leaves pointing upwards and growing on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the clover was actually composed of countless twisted and contorted strokes.

The horizontal line at the bottom gives a sense of weight and vigor.

"Is this bronze script, oracle bone script, or some other ancient script?"

Li Xin's heart stirred slightly, and his psychic vision was activated.

A beam of white light shot towards him, and his head snapped back hard.

The handwriting seemed to shine brightly.

It made it so that he could barely see anything.

It looked like hundreds or thousands of strands of light were flowing around.

It appears to be composed of three strokes... but in reality, it has an unknown number of strokes.

There's something there.

Li Xin was deeply shocked.

"Then let's give it a try."

Seeing is believing, writing is believing.

Li Xin felt that since these were characters, writing them down might reveal the truth behind the patterns hidden in the Inner Canon.

It may also be related to my second uncle's disappearance.

Li Xiaowan once said that after her father obtained this medical book, he studied it every day, neglecting to eat or sleep, and eventually became neurotic.

Once, she hid nearby and eavesdropped, and heard her father mutter unrealistic things like, "Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and he'll be able to rise to prominence soon."

See this character image.

Li Xin recalled the words spoken by Dr. Yang Shoucheng of Huichuntang when he paid his respects to him.

Dr. Yang once said.

Several patients who were declared terminally ill not only did not die after entering Baoshentang, but their lives were extended by one to several months.

Extending one's life by a certain amount is really nothing.

There are precedents of people using precious medicines to prolong their lives.

But the question is, why would Li Wanshan of Baoshentang do something so unwise?

He used precious old ginseng to prolong his life once or twice, and even let the news get out...

Exposing one's own treasures will only attract unwanted attention and lead to trouble.

At first, Li Xin believed it.

It now seems that the results were correct, but the process in between was not as Dr. Yang guessed.

My second uncle has probably come up with something amazing.

He didn't rely on century-old ginseng to cure his illness; instead, he genuinely learned remarkable skills from this medical classic.

If he hadn't seen the benefits, how could he have been so captivated by this medical book?

It's not like I'm a medical student for the first time.

Li Xin's mind raced with thoughts.

Pick up the calligraphy brush.

Li Xiaowan, who was standing nearby, had already started grinding ink.

Judging from her skillful movements, she had obviously done this at home before.

Li Xin dipped his finger in ink, closed his eyes, silently contemplated the pattern, and slowly drew it on the rice paper.

At this time, he was in high spirits, and his muscles and bones were all well-trained and mature.

He held the pen with the precision of a needle, as steady as Mount Tai.

The ink marks fell, like embroidery, drawing countless tiny, wandering lines.

The strokes of the brush are winding and connected, forming a clover.

"puff……"

I just added the last horizontal line.

Suddenly, a flame appeared on the paper.

Xuan paper spontaneously combusts even without wind.

Before his eyes, the whole thing turned into a fiery red.

With a gust of wind, it turned to ashes.

"ah,"

Li Xiaowan called out softly.

Startled, he took two steps back.

Li Xin didn't retreat. He lowered his head, picked up a bit of ash left on the table, and carefully sensed it. A smile appeared in his eyes.

"Truly extraordinary."

Using his mental perception, he clearly felt a very comfortable aura on the ashes.

Like the grass in spring, or the sunlight you see when you wake up in the morning.

Vigorous and full of vitality.

……