Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: The Aura of a Chinese Martial Arts Heritage

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Under the sunlight, Cheng Ling looked at the Xiao Li in her hand, a surprised smile on her face.

Cheng Dani was confused, “Brother Ling, isn’t this a prickly vegetable? Why are you calling it Xiao Li?”

That’s right. Xiao Li was also called prickly cabbage. It was common for the villagers who didn’t know its true face to eat it as a wild vegetable.

Cheng Ling didn’t expect to find Xiao Li on this mountain. Or rather, she had transmigrated too quickly. Ever since she arrived in this world, she had been either running for her life or fighting. As such, she didn’t even remember that the mountain beside her should be a natural medicinal herb warehouse.

Since there was Xiao Li on the mountain, there must also be other medicinal herbs. If he looked for them carefully, they would be important resources for survival.

“Big sister, the thorny vegetable is Xiao Li. Xiao Li has been mashed and it’s a good medicine for stopping bleeding. It could cure bleeding, vomiting, and blood diarrhea. Quickly search the surroundings, if there’s Xiao Li, pick all of them. ”

Thanks to Lady Mu’s many personal letters from Grandpa Mu, the body’s original owner had also been taught by Grandpa Mu when she was young. Therefore, it wasn’t strange that Cheng Ling knew how to recognize herbs in the mountains.

In fact, Mu Sanniang knew a little about medicine, but she was mainly good at delivering babies. She had some local prescriptions and could only see simple coughs due to the cold wind, but she was not good at recognizing medicine.

This didn’t mean that third aunt mu was lazy and didn’t want to improve herself. The main reason was that there were too many trivial things in daily life.

As a widow, she had to raise three children and couldn’t slack off in the fields. She had to travel all over the country to give birth to children to earn some activity money. On top of that, she had to do all kinds of household chores. How could she have the time to learn and improve?

Even if he had learned some things when he was young, he had been delayed by various things in life when he grew up. In addition, he had not used them for a long time, so he had abandoned them.

Now that Cheng Ling had opened her mouth to acknowledge Xiao Li, Mu Sanniang immediately looked at her with a gratified look, saying, “My family has a child who has just grown up.”

While she was busy with her life, the child had inadvertently grown up under her eyes. This was really delightful and inevitably emotional.

“Xiao Ling,” Mu Sanniang said, “There’s one more medicine that’s actually very effective in stopping bleeding. It’s something we can get our hands on now!”

“What is it, mother?” Cheng Erni immediately asked.

This time, without waiting for Mu’s reply, Cheng Dani suddenly said, “Mother, it’s burning ash, right?”

Burn ashes?

Plant ash?

Cheng Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, then she heard Mu Sanniang say with joy, “Yes, let’s cut some hair out and burn some ashes. It’s good to store them. They might be useful on the road.”

She then turned to Cheng Ling. “Xiao Ling, don’t be under the impression that it’s just a simple hair burn. I’ve been giving birth for so many years. Whenever I meet a woman who keeps bleeding, as long as it’s not the kind of woman who can’t sit still in her life, I can stop the bleeding by eating the ashes!”

Cheng Ling immediately understood. Mu Sanniang’s ashes were actually blood charcoal!

‘The compendium of herbs’ had recorded that the hair was blood, so the Fang family called it blood.

After Chinese medicine was processed and turned into charcoal, it would have an even better effect on stopping bleeding.

Cheng Ling was an Orthodox Chinese martial arts inheritor. She had been practicing martial arts since she was young and studied Chinese medicine. At the same time, she had a deep understanding of various Chinese Studies.

This was because traditional Chinese martial arts placed great importance on maintaining one’s Qi and mental state. To learn Chinese martial arts, one not only had to first cultivate martial virtue, but also had to have a certain understanding of medicine, Confucianism, Daoism, and other cultures.

The Taiji Qi refinement was even more so.

If you don’t study these, you won’t even understand how to practice martial arts!

For example, what was Yin and Yang, what was the unity of the inside and outside, what was the growth of the five elements, what was the principle and extraordinary meridians, and so on.

Those who couldn’t understand and read it thoroughly could at most train their bodies and practice some moves and techniques. It was impossible for them to reach the height of true impartation.

He was just a martial artist. This was not martial arts!

And Cheng Ling, who had a deep heritage in Chinese martial arts, was definitely an excellent student in this aspect.

Her medical skills could not be said to be the best, as she lacked practice. However, in terms of theory, including the recitation of various classics, she was undoubtedly very outstanding.

Mu Sanniang only said that blood charcoal could cure a woman’s womb, but Cheng Ling knew that blood charcoal could also cure dystocia, bloody strangulation, bloody diarrhea, and other symptoms. In addition, it could also be made into an ointment for external application.

In fact, the burning of ashes that Mu Sanniang mentioned was only the basic method of processing blood charcoal. The truly excellent method should be the pan-frying method.

It was just that it was very difficult to achieve the right conditions, so Cheng Ling didn’t mention it.

She only said, “Mother, then let’s cut some hair and burn it to ashes. A part of it will be for brother Shi to consume, and the other part will be kept as backup medicine.”

After hearing Cheng Ling’s words, Hong Guangyi, who had been working hard, suddenly raised his head and said, “Langjun Cheng, cut my hair! I’m not afraid of my hair being cut. ”

His tone was very generous, as if he had made a great sacrifice.

Cheng Ling was left speechless.

At that moment, a question mark slowly appeared in Cheng Ling’s mind.

But after a moment, she thought it through.

The ancient people paid particular attention to the body, hair, and skin, and usually did not cut their hair easily.

Shaving hair was not an easy task.

This required determination and generosity, which could be considered an extremely important form of giving up.

Cheng Ling couldn’t really empathize with him, but she didn’t reject Hong Guangyi’s “generosity”, nor did she say anything like “I’m not afraid of cutting my hair. I’ll just cut mine”.

Since Hong Guangyi wanted to help his brother, he would let him do it.

After Hong Guangyi’s work, six simple stone stoves had been stacked up on the flat ground by the stream.

While everyone was talking, Cheng Dani and Cheng Erni didn’t forget to continue gathering Xiao Li. Cheng Ling had already picked out Xiao Li from the pile of wild vegetables.

Cheng Ling used a slightly damaged basket to bring these little thistles to the stream and used a clay pot to scoop up water to wash them.

In short, everyone’s work didn’t stop. Then, Cheng Ling said, “Brother Hong, you don’t have to shave all your hair. Just cut off five or six inches, and you can still burn some charcoal.”

Hong Guangyi could do this himself.

Hong Guangyi opened his greasy and dirty hair bun. After letting his hair down, he saw that it was all tied up and couldn’t be pulled out smoothly. That appearance… Tsk!

Cheng Ling couldn’t bear to look at him and tilted her head. Fortunately, the charcoal from the burnt hair was not for her to eat.

She subconsciously felt a little scared, and a sense of disgust rose from her heart.

Then, as she turned her head, Cheng Ling’s eyes fell on the water, and her reflection was clearly reflected on the water.

Cheng Ling was speechless.

Oh my God, who is that impersonator in the water?

This messy hair bun, this dirty face, this image that could stink up to three miles away…

Cheng Ling wasn’t at peace at all.