Thirteen tables are arranged in a circle, and you don't feel crowded on this spacious high platform.

Zhuang Lin stood in front of the table between Zhen Wang Gutong and Sun Fangzheng, and glanced at the table. The things on the table were very simple, including pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and the Four Treasures of the Study.

When he saw the four treasures of the study placed on the table, he couldn't help but feel shy. He had only used these treasures before he was sixteen years old. Although he was considered a small success at that time, after five years of wasting time, he had already

Feeling unfamiliar.

Now he was asked to use a brush to write, and he didn't know whether what he wrote would become the ghost symbols he used to draw when he was young.

A little bit of that.

"Please" everyone said politely, then picked up their brushes and started writing on the rice paper.

Zhuang Lin glanced to both sides, then leaned down, picked up the brush on the table, stretched out his hand to unfold the thin rice paper, and searched for the vague memories of his youth.

At that year, he was just an ignorant young man. At that year, he didn't know what the dark plans in the world were. At that year, he was still the young master of the Yanjing banker.

When time changed and five years passed, the big house was already a stranger to him, and he had become a stranger to the big house. The old banker young man had faded away.

From a young age, he became the strong-willed young man he is today.

Does time change a person, or is a person changing himself through the magic of time?

The heavy strokes of the strokes scattered the stories belonging to the young Zhuang Lin. The thick ink stained the snow-white rice paper with a black color. Perhaps the innocent heart of the past was just like this rice paper.

It's no longer simple.

The thick ink soaked the rice paper. Looking at the ink splashing everywhere, Zhuang Lin shook his head solemnly, stretched out his hand, picked up the discarded rice paper, and put it aside.

He took a new piece of rice paper from the side again and laid it flat on the table. The pen in his hand hung in the air, and finally fell slowly.

The distant memories resurfaced in my mind again. Every moment when I was sixteen years old seemed to have happened yesterday.

Below the stage, Kong Qinghua's beautiful eyes stared at Zhuang Lin who was in a daze without blinking. There was a look of worry that could not be concealed on that beautiful face. In her perception, Zhuang Lin had too much military aura about him.

, such a person may not be compatible with the Four Treasures of the Study.

She herself didn't know why she felt so worried for him when she saw that man in a daze holding a brush, so worried that he would make a fool of himself in front of so many people.

Even when Zhuang Lin put down the pen and wrote on the rice paper, the worry in her heart still did not diminish at all. When she thought about it, Zhuang Lin just had no choice but to scribble with a brush and write,

I'm afraid it's some ghost talismans.

In fact, many people have this idea. Especially when they saw Zhuang Lin put down his brush and moved the rice paper away after seeing him in a daze, many people in the audience concluded that Zhuang Lin had never mastered calligraphy.

Can write with a brush.

Nowadays, except for those who come from centuries-old families, the vast majority of young people simply spend their time on calligraphy. Many young people have never even touched a calligraphy brush.

When everyone thought about it, although Zhuang Lin had extraordinary medical skills, he probably spent all his time learning medical skills and had never touched a calligraphy brush. Now that he saw the calligraphy brush, he was dumbfounded.

This is the narrow psychology of people. When you see someone who is stronger and better than you, you always want to see him make a fool of himself. When you see the other person make a fool of yourself, you are even happier than if you succeed.

On the high platform, Zhuang Lin lowered his head and wrote seriously on the rice paper. Compared with the seniors next to him, the speed was really slow. After a short time, he stopped writing and frowned.

, sighed helplessly and put the rice paper in front of him aside again.

I haven't touched a brush in five years. When I picked it up again, it was already unfamiliar. I could no longer find the charm between the lines. I just managed to achieve a similar shape, but if I didn't pay attention, I would make mistakes.

He took out a new piece of rice paper again and laid it flat on the table. After taking a deep breath, he splashed ink and started writing again. This time, compared to before, it was less jerky and when he started writing, it was smoother.

some feelings.

After all, he has practiced calligraphy for twelve years. In a family like the Zhuang family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years and has a strong literary style, even those playboys can practice first-class calligraphy in twelve years.

Although five years is not a short period of time and makes him a little rusty, after continuous writing, he gradually found the feeling of the past, and there is also a bit of the charm of the past between the lines.

Qizhi Fengsheng Powder

Five eye-catching calligraphy characters appeared on the snow-white rice paper. When writing the name of the medicine, Zhuang Lin raised his head and looked towards the audience. In his eyes, he saw the familiar figure.

Two qian of ginseng, three qian of astragalus, two qian of salvia, one qian of motherwort, two qian of fenugreek, three qian of Zelanthes, two qian of Millet Spatholobus, and three qian of cinnamon.

Simmer over slow fire for 7749 minutes.

It can treat female lower abdominal deficiency and cold, cold coagulation and blood stagnation, and abdominal pain during menstruation.

When he finished writing the last word, Zhuang Lin let out a long breath, put the brush in his hand on the inkstone, straightened up, and found that Acupuncture King Gutong and others had already finished the prescription and were waiting for him there.

Woolen cloth.

This prescription contains only a hundred words. It only takes three or two minutes to copy, but it took more than twenty minutes to write. When combining these medicinal materials, not only the pharmacology but also the pharmacology must be taken into consideration.

There must not be any medicinal ingredients that are harmful to the human body, which is a great test of a doctor’s knowledge of medicinal herbs.

Zhuang Lin gave an apologetic smile to Gu Tong and others, and then looked towards the audience. When his eyes fell on his seat, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face gradually darkened.

"Mr. Gu, Master Sun, Master Tang, I'm sorry. I have something to do and I have to leave first. I'm sorry." At this time, he didn't care about the prescription competition anymore. After saying something to Gu Tong and others,

When they replied, they turned around and left the high platform in a hurry.

The reason why his expression changed drastically and he was so anxious was because he discovered that Kong Qinghua was not in her original seat. He stood on the high platform and searched the entire venue, but no trace of Kong Qinghua was found. She seemed to have disappeared from the world.

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The purpose of his coming to the southwest this time was to protect Kong Qinghua's safety. As for attending this traditional Chinese medicine event, it was just a casual thing. If something happened to Kong Qinghua under his nose, he really would not be able to forgive himself.

"Damn it." After repeatedly searching the crowd, he still couldn't find Kong Qinghua. He clutched his fist and growled angrily, and even had the urge to give himself a slap in the ear.
Chapter completed!