Chapter 1457: Seeking the Sword and Expressing the Intention

Worried that Painter Fang would wait too long in Nanhua Hall, Bian Mu said that he still had things to do, and after a few polite words, he and Lu Yisi broke up and went their separate ways.

In the Nanhua Hall, several young people who looked like students from the Academy of Art were painting something with easels everywhere. When Bian Mu came closer, Painter Fang was watching intently as a young man sketched a cloud of mist on the canvas...

"When you apply oil paint on the canvas, the combination and mutual relationship between colors are actually quite inspiring for us in formulating medicine." Bian Mu said with a smile.

"Oh...really? Have you done what Mr. Lu asked you to do?" Looking back, Painter Fang responded with a smile.

"It's okay! He has been gone for a while." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"Usually you always say that I am too dedicated, but you are different?! Even if you can draw a picture and think of it as a medicine, don't you worry that you will have some psychological problems one day in the future?! I said so, no Do you mind?"

"How could it be! Unlike you, I have to come into contact with many patients and their families all day long. My working environment is open. Points, lines, surfaces, bodies... are relatively three-dimensional. No matter what kind of deviation occurs at the psychological level, the objective The wiggle room for error correction and subjective adjustment is several times that of yours! Besides, I’m a man! My heartstrings are inherently rough, so if something doesn’t go smoothly, it’s relatively easy to accept it. Besides… …Just keep it small, I’m not short I have been bullied and encountered a lot of setbacks in all aspects. Over time, my temper has been sharpened. Another important point is that I know some martial arts, which can be practiced both internally and externally. You may not know this, but for people like us Generally speaking, the inner breath and heart will be adjusted to varying degrees every day. In summary... Theoretically speaking, the probability of inner psychological problems for people like us is relatively small." Lowering his voice, Bian Mu explained the medical theory. A few words were briefly explained.

The young man not far away was concentrating on painting and completely ignored what the two were talking about.

"Oh...that's what it looks like...you deal with people all day long, life is alive...as for me! On the contrary, I face nature, canvases, and drawings all day long... Moreover, since I fell ill, my former relatives, friends, and colleagues We have had little contact with each other for a long time. Gradually, I started to live like a point, a line, a section... I almost completely closed myself off, which makes sense... Oh! I wish I could have known you earlier! "At the end, Painter Fang couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"You have long since returned to normal. Everything in the past no longer exists. Don't think too much. If you are interested, you can consider practicing the 'Qingping Sword'."

"Me?! Can you learn it?" Painter Fang asked with a smile, looking surprised.

"The usual fitness swordsmanship is very simple, you can know it at a glance, but... it is really not that easy to practice to a certain level. For you, as long as you can practice the movement of the sword and the unity of the body and body, That’s it.”

"Really? You teach me?"

"Okay! I'll give you a sword manual later. You can read it by yourself first. Auntie can also practice with you. In contemporary cities, ladies are exercising, and the 'Qingping Sword' has the best effect! Let's get started. Don’t be impatient, determine the standard progress cycle in units of one week, not one day, you will get there slowly, and the fitness results will be really good!”

"Okay! When my son goes to school, sometimes I get a little bored by myself, so let's practice sword practice! Just buy a sports sword online, right?"

"It is best to roughly match your physical abilities in all aspects. You must know that if the sword is too heavy, you will feel very strenuous; if it is too light, it will be difficult to use the sword and the purpose of exercise will not be achieved. Anyway, there is no need to visit today, otherwise …I’ll accompany you to the Huatian Ghost Market. I have friends there who can help you choose a suitable long sword.”

"I won't delay your business, right?" Painter Fang said politely with a smile.

"Look at what you said. What you just said is very reasonable. I can't stay in a sick environment for a long time. Over time, I will feel uncomfortable occasionally. We are ordinary people. It is really important to adjust in time. It’s necessary, I haven’t gotten together with my friends over there for a few days, so I just went over to say hello.”

"Okay, I just heard the name. I probably haven't been to that place yet. The ghost market sounds like it's not a kind place. I've never thought about going there."

"It's just a name. It's a serious business gathering place. It's legal and compliant. It's full of fireworks. It's a nice place. As long as there's someone around to accompany you, you might as well go there to relax on a sunny day."

"Yes! I listen to you!" As he spoke, Painter Fang laughed and followed Bian Mu out towards the parking lot.

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Unfortunately, the owner of the "Hua Tian Ghost Market", Uncle Yang, went out for something and was not in the store, so Bian Mu had to accompany Painter Fang to wander around for a while.

Swords, guns, swords and sticks used for fitness were placed everywhere. As he gradually became more and more novel, Painter Fang looked very happy and his face became rosy.

Bian Mu is an expert. He can draw his sword out of its scabbard, weigh it casually, shake the sword flower, and make two sword gestures to know whether he is suitable for the painter Fang. As soon as the stall owners saw Bian Mu's posture, they knew that he was not Yi. Compared with others, his words are naturally much more polite.

Unfortunately, the painter Fang was from a privileged background, and his hands really didn’t have the strength to hold a few taels of cotton. After picking and choosing, nothing seemed to suit his needs, and most of them were overweight.

There was no other way, so Bian Mu decided to ask skilled craftsmen in the market to customize two wooden swords for Painter Fang.

The two of them were walking forward when a middle-aged man in his early thirties walked over from the opposite side. He was tall and had an imposing appearance.

"Doctor Bian, right? It's a coincidence that Master Yang went out to meet friends. They said you were here, so I hurried over to say hello. We have met before, but you were busy at the time and might not have noticed. My surname is Meng. If you have anything to say, just tell me. If I really can't do it, I will report to Master Yang later."

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"Hey! Brother Meng! Nice to meet you! This is Teacher Fang, one of us!" As he spoke, Bian Mu introduced the two with a smile.

Painter Fang was also a figure on the scene back then. He greeted the man surnamed Meng very appropriately. Meng was hanging out on the streets all day. He knew that the other party was not an ordinary person when he saw the temperament of Painter Fang, so he was naturally very respectful in his words.

After listening to Bian Mu's explanation of the purpose of their visit, the man surnamed Meng smiled and said, "How could Teacher Fang be interested in such junk? Please come this way! I will introduce a family to you two."

Talking and laughing, the three walked towards the southwest corner of the market.

Along the way, looking around and listening to Mr. Meng talking about the past and present, Painter Fang gradually became interested. He felt that this place was crowded with people and made him feel warm. It was completely different from what he had imagined. The circle he lived in before was really too narrow, and he felt less and less lively.

The man surnamed Meng stopped in front of a shop that mainly sold calligraphy and paintings, and gestured to invite Bian Mu and his friends to come in and take a look. Perhaps, they could pick out a good sword here.