Wang Fei Yin was also proud to have such a genius Junior Sister, so he rattled off five essential prescriptions involving immature bitter orange in one breath, drawn from medical texts such as Prescriptions for Emergencies to Aid the Dying and Thousand Gold Prescriptions.
Fortunately, Pan Yun never forgot anything she heard. After going over them twice, she could recite them from memory.
And to make sure they truly committed them to heart, Wang Fei Yin had them recite them all the way back to the daoist temple, baskets on their backs.
Forget Pan Yun—even Miao Zhen, who was not particularly versed in medical texts, had memorized them as smoothly as rolling beans.
The three children had been tired all day. Once they returned to the daoist temple, they sat down and could no longer move, but Wang Fei Yin still did not let them off. Whoever was supposed to sweep, swept; whoever was supposed to add lamp oil, added lamp oil; whoever was supposed to cook, cooked...
As for him, he went to fetch water.
Xuan Miao had gone into seclusion again, while Tao Ji was still at the foot of the mountain with Tao Yanbai, treating that great benefactor Qian.
Wang Fei Yin ate with them. After they had all bathed and changed into clean clothes, he beckoned to them. "Come. Tonight, I'll teach you how to cultivate."
It was nearly the middle of the Hour of the Rooster, around six in the evening. For Pan Yun, it had been cultivation time after work or school in her previous life; in this life, it was cultivation time as well, so she accepted it readily.
But for Miao Zhen and Miao He, this was the time they were preparing to sleep.
The two were obedient and eager to learn,