Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

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The main text discusses the questions "Why bother?" and the "reasons".

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Why bother? and the reason?

"Why bother finding excuses? We're not worried about cases big or small."

This is the most widely circulated saying in the martial arts world, government offices, and city streets over the past seven years. From the elderly to young children, almost everyone knows it. Because no matter how difficult the case, as long as this saying is uttered, it will surely be solved. Of course, such big cases are not many, at most one or two a year, but even those one or two cases are enough to make this saying famous throughout the land.

Recently, news has suddenly emerged from the martial arts world.

"Why bother making excuses again!"

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In the late autumn twilight, a cold rain drizzled, and a few withered leaves fell sparsely from the branches. The occasional cries of crows in the distance added to the autumn atmosphere, evoking countless feelings of homesickness and longing for home.

Nobody wants to go out in this awful weather.

The streets were deserted, a few lanterns swayed in the wind, and most doors were already closed. In this kind of weather, either a warm bed or a warm person is enough to make one yearn for it.

Of course, there are exceptions.

On the street, an elderly man, his face pale and shivering, carrying a load on a shoulder pole, and a child huddled in a corner. To these impoverished people at the very bottom of society, struggling to make a living, the weather makes no difference—when you can't even afford to eat, do you even care about the weather?

There is one exception.

A man in black was slowly walking towards them from a distance.

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It was clearly an ordinary bodysuit, but when he wore it, it gave him an air of height and strength, making him appear even more sinister and dangerous.

A handsome face, pale against the backdrop of black clothing and the dark sky, possessed an air of coldness, further accentuated by his slightly downturned nose. His eyes were deep and indifferent, fixed solely on the road ahead, as if nothing around him mattered. So when the door creaked open and a man, shaking his head, offered a bowl of rice to the poor child, he didn't even glance at it, slowly walking past them.

No one would overlook a man like that, especially one with a knife hanging from his waist.

The knife is in its sheath.

The black scabbard is quite ordinary and common, but just seeing it will make people shudder involuntarily, because it is the cold and murderous aura that only a sword that has drunk blood and fought countless battles can possess.

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Outside the city, there was a magnificent and luxurious manor.

He stopped far from the door, because two people were already standing there. He didn't say anything, but the two people turned around at the same time.

Both men were around his age, around twenty-five or twenty-six.

A figure stood with hands behind their back, their white robes fluttering in the wind, strikingly bright and brightening the gloomy surroundings. Their long eyebrows seemed to be lifted by the wind, flowing like ink paintings, and their slender eyes sparkled with wisdom and joy, carrying a touch of playfulness that instantly brought happiness to anyone who saw them.

Another person wore a magnificent robe and a golden crown, yet it never appeared gaudy. Beneath their sword-like eyebrows were a pair of naturally noble phoenix eyes, exuding both approachability and majesty, gentleness and melancholy, and their smile was elegant and pure.

The man in black barely moved before he was in front of the two men.

The elegantly dressed young man couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent skill!"

The young man in white only glanced at him a few times before revealing a very amused expression. He deliberately shook his head and sighed, "Brother Nangong, you don't know this, but once a person gets a government job, he may not be good at anything else, but he must practice his lightness skill diligently."

The elegantly dressed young man asked, puzzled, "What makes you say that?"

"There are too many fights. If I don't master light-body skills to escape, what if I can't win and end up getting beaten up?"

Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed young man couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

The man in black wasn't angry. He just looked at the young man in white and said coldly, "I remember 'Curious Lazy Pig' is the best in the martial arts world in terms of lightness skill. Is it because he's been chased too many times?"

"I don't seem to have had many opportunities to escape."

"Of course, you're just running away from love."

"I never imagined that lightness skill could actually have so many uses," the white-robed young man nodded seriously, then turned to the side with his hands behind his back. "Life is short, so instead of working ourselves to the bone, we should enjoy ourselves while we can. What do you think, Brother Nangong?"

"While you two are busy running for your lives or running away from love, I'm much more at ease," the richly dressed young man said, suppressing a laugh. "Perhaps in our eyes, Brother He is busy risking his life, but he himself is enjoying it."

"Well said!" A look of approval appeared on the cold face, then the man in black turned to the young man in white, "Aren't you afraid of being crushed to death by a woman falling from the sky one day?"

After saying that, he walked straight in without waiting for an invitation.

The two were not surprised, as if they already knew his personality.

The young man in white murmured, "It seems that it's best to make friends with kind people; at least they won't jinx you."

The elegantly dressed young man smiled slightly: "Good people always suffer misfortune, otherwise how could they inexplicably invite such trouble? Please!"

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Although the Nangong Villa is not large in number, it is a prominent family in the martial arts world. The previous owner of the villa, Nangong Yu, was a master swordsman and a man of upright character, a renowned hero in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, he died young in his forties. Ten years have passed, and things have changed. The current owner is none other than the son of the former Nangong Yu.

It is said that this young master Nangong was given away by Nangong Yu to be raised by others from a young age, and was not brought back to the villa until he was ten. However, he was exceptionally intelligent and immediately won Nangong Yu's favor. Since Nangong Yu only had this one son, he devoted even more effort to cultivating him. This young master Nangong certainly did not disappoint; at a young age, he won much praise from his friends in the martial arts world, something Nangong Yu often took great pride in. Now, more than ten years later, the young master Nangong has grown into a handsome and talented man, with impeccable manners. Coupled with his kind and righteous nature and love of making friends, he has a good reputation at a young age. From renowned heroes and scholars to ordinary people and even underworld assassins, everyone speaks highly of him. It is said that he has never had any enemies. Therefore, in the ten years since Nangong Yu's death, the reputation of Nangong Villa has not only not declined, but has actually grown stronger.

However, after praising it, people always can't help but sigh—

There is no such thing as having it all. This clever, witty, gentle, and polite young master Nangong was born with abnormal meridians and could not cultivate internal energy, making him a cripple!

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The house and courtyard are spacious and magnificent, and the back garden is even larger, with a beautiful and well-arranged landscape. There are several carved corridors, some rockeries, some ponds, a few chrysanthemums, and some bamboo groves.

The three walked side by side on the stone path.

The young man in white frowned: "Today is the fifteenth."

The elegantly dressed young man nodded: "That's right. The one who went missing this month is 'One Slash to Slay Jiangnan' Zhang Mingchu. I'm afraid this matter will once again fall to Nangong Villa."

The young man in white nodded and was about to speak when the man in black suddenly pointed ahead: "Is that the tree?"

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Sure enough, there was a tall tree next to a small pavilion in front.

It was clearly autumn, yet the tree's leaves were still very lush, its large canopy almost completely obscuring the small building next to it, and a layer of withered leaves was piled on the ground.

The elegantly dressed young man was slightly surprised, and nodded at him: "Indeed, Brother He has a good eye!"

“It’s a feeling,” his cold, handsome face grew even more somber. He stared straight at the tree, his sharp eyes like those of an eagle spotting its prey. “In this line of work, sometimes my intuition is far more acute than my eyes.”

"No wonder you were born in the Year of the Dog," the white-robed young man muttered to himself, seemingly understanding something, a look of amusement appearing on his handsome face. "What else do you sense?"

“I feel,” the man in black seemed to ponder for a moment, then actually turned around, looked at him seriously, and said coldly, “I feel you’re in trouble.”

The young man in white smiled wryly: "Is that so..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow actually fell from the sky and crashed down on his head!

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With his unparalleled lightness skill, dodging it would be a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, a finely dressed young man stood to his left, so he couldn't push him aside; a cold-blooded man in black stood to his right, so this path was also blocked; just as he was about to run forward, a dark scabbard inexplicably appeared in front of him, blocking his way; by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late to react.

Of course, no one would be so stupid as to just stand there and get smashed.

There was only one option left—take a step back and open your arms. And unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the dark figure was caught in his arms and held in his embrace.

Looking at what was in his arms, he sighed and muttered a conclusion.

"It turns out that some people are not only very good at jinxing, but also very good at harming their friends. If I were to make friends again in my next life, I would rather choose a virtuous person than you."

The main text describes the helpless "benefactor".

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:33 Word Count: 4342

"Xiao Nian, how about we go for a boat ride?" a very quiet-looking girl called out.

"Great!" A lively girl of about seventeen or eighteen stood up, clapped her hands, and looked at the group of people around her with a bright and cheerful expression. "Rui Rui and I are going to play in the water first. You have to wait for me to come back before you eat!"

"You can go without worry," a girl said half-jokingly.

"You jinx!" she laughed and scolded. "We're only going to play for a little while, we'll be back soon, so be sure to save some for me, but don't eat too much!"

A boy stood up with a smile, his tone somewhat worried: "Seriously, are you guys sure you know what you're doing? This isn't a park. Do you want me to come with you?"

"Hey, so you're going to be a knight in shining armor!" A group of people nearby burst into laughter.

“No problem, I’ve done that before,” she joked casually, then casually put her arm around the boy’s shoulder. “Want me to show you? Do you think we’re little kids?”

"Fine, I can't be bothered with you guys," the boy rolled his eyes at her and sat down again. "I don't feel comfortable sitting here with your level of skill."

Others found it both funny and worrying.

"Don't go."

"Xiao Nian, are you sure you can do it?"

"No problem!" She waved her hand casually, put her arm around her friend, and left. "You can trust me to handle things."

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With the crisp autumn air, it's the perfect season for a picnic. Over the weekend, a dozen or so college students gathered by the lake to play and have a barbecue. After all, the outdoors is different from the city; no one will bother you if you light a fire, and water is readily available.

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The lake water is as clear as the sky, with wispy clouds reflected in it. A cool breeze blows, and ripples spread out, disturbing and breaking up the white clouds beneath the water, which then sparkle and dance in the sunlight.

The two girls sat facing each other, letting the small boat drift on the water.

"Xiao Nian, be careful," the quiet girl said worriedly.

"Don't worry, you can wash up too," came the reply from the same lively girl from before. She was rinsing her hands with water and then wiping her face, exclaiming in surprise, "Wow, this water is so cold!"

The quiet girl shook her head.