"Ah?" Wang Xiaobin was shocked and jumped up with joy in an instant, thinking: Where is this? Who is scaring whom? If you tell me about this experience, I'm afraid no one will believe it, right?

It is not advisable to stay in the deep mountains and forests for a long time. Although Wang Xiaobin scared the leopard away, he was worried that the leopard would turn around and chase him back, so he quickly ran away quickly to the opposite side of the leopard's escape.

If you want to talk about the most mysterious thing about the primeval forest in Guizhou, it is probably not the many unknown reptiles and beasts, but the Miao people with a mysterious culture for thousands of years. According to ancient books, five thousand years ago, Miao ancestors lived in the mountainous areas of Yunnan and Guizhou. The people were brave and advocated the mysterious culture of their own.

Wang Xiaobin ran wildly, staggering, deep and shallow. Just when his strength was about to run out, he finally came to a village, and what caught his eye was a row of extremely simple thatched huts.

This is a village, the largest Miao village in the mountainous area of ​​Yunnan and Guizhou, and the Qianhu Miao village in Xijiang. It is home to many mysterious and traditional Miao families.

The simple thatched hut that Wang Xiaobin saw was what the locals called "fork houses". It is the simplest of all Miao houses. It has no foundation. It just tied up the roof trunks and branches on the flat ground into a tread, and then filled it with thatch, bark and leaves on the surroundings and roofs. The house is surrounded by bamboo fences.

Finally, there was a population. Wang Xiaobin was ecstatic, suppressed fatigue, hunger and fear, and rushed towards the Miao tribe again as he accelerated.

"Ami Bula..." A strange tone, a strange sound composed of the scales mixed with the sound of gongs and drums came out of the fork room, and penetrated into Wang Xiaobin's ears.

Attracted by this sound, Wang Xiaobin quickly approached the fork room with the confusing lights that were flashing and dim. At the door, he saw a white-haired old man wearing a mask humming a strange tone in his mouth, and there were about a dozen people kneeling around him, beating gongs and drums, while humming strange tones and some Miao languages ​​that Wang Xiaobin could not understand at all. Among those wearing large ancient clothes with printed materials was a man surrounded by flowers and vanilla, and they didn't know whether it was a man or a woman.

The voice of "roar!" came from behind. Wang Xiaobin turned around and saw that the fierce cloud cheetah came behind him at some point, staring at him and roaring, then pounced on him.

"Gugugu, Katamiji..." The white-haired old man wearing a mask suddenly roared. The voice was extremely loud, which shocked Wang Xiaobin's ears to buzz. When the cloud cheetah that was pounced on Wang Xiaobin heard the roar, he turned around, squatted to the ground, and then fled in panic, disappearing into the night.

Just as Wang Xiaobin was stunned, the white-haired old man waved his hand to end the ceremony they were conducting, and greeted Wang Xiaobin in a Chinese dialect with a strong earthy emphasis: "Customers from afar, welcome, please come in!"

"Ah!" Wang Xiaobin couldn't figure out why they were so hospitable, so he shouted out in surprise. He stepped through the door and walked in.

"Customers from afar are here, everyone prepares their meals." The old man ordered the middle-aged man and woman who were standing up one after another.

The Miao people are tough but never take the initiative to cause trouble and treat people with politeness. Especially for guests who come from afar, they even bring out good wine and dishes to treat them. But if the guests become enemies, they will do whatever they want, even if they shed the last drop of blood, they will never retreat.

In modern times, due to the acceleration of social civilization and ethnic integration, the Miao people gradually came into contact with some new things outside, and many Miao people could speak Chinese.

At this time, Wang Xiaobin discovered that lying among the flowers and herbs in the middle was a woman who was being carried to another side room by four Miao men who pretended to be. Soon, a table and two chairs were placed in front of the old man.

"Customers from afar, please sit down." The old man seemed to notice the doubts in Wang Xiaobin's heart, and smiled and waved his hand to ask Wang Xiaobin to sit down, and then slowly took off the mask on his face. After the mask was uncovered, Wang Xiaobin saw that the old man looked kind and wrinkles on his face seemed to be much older than the master Ximen Hongkang.

"Hello, old man, I... I was kidnapped here. The person who kidnapped me drove a car accident and climbed down the mountain. I was the only one who was still alive." Although the other party was very friendly, Wang Xiaobin said hello and sat down slowly, and immediately reported to his house. He had heard that ethnic minorities have many strange characteristics and that they must be straightforward and honest when interacting with them.

But Wang Xiaobin didn't know that for the Miao people with simple folk customs, whether the guests are good or bad is judged by their own perspective. If they think you are a good person, they will naturally treat you wholeheartedly. If they think you are a bad person, then they will only die.

"Oh!" The white-haired old man looked at Wang Xiaobin and nodded in agreement.

After a while, a woman in traditional Miao costumes came out of the side room with a bowl of earthen pottery made of soil. Soon, the table in front of the white-haired old man was filled with chickens, ducks, bacon, rabbit meat, deer meat, wild vegetables and some unknown wild game. The room immediately smelled, causing Wang Xiaobin to keep rolling in stomach acid. If he hadn't his mouth was tightly closed, he would have been saliva all over the ground.

"Guests from afar, please enjoy Miao family food, you have to be welcome!" said the white-haired old man with a smile. Then he made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you!" Wang Xiaobin swallowed, made a gesture of invitation, picked up the chopsticks in front of him, picked up a piece of famous meat and put it in his mouth.

As soon as the meat entered his mouth, he immediately felt salivation full of saliva, which was very delicious. Wang Xiaobin immediately ran his teeth quickly, and he entered his stomach in a flash. He curled his tongue and said repeatedly: "Thank you, this meat is so fragrant and delicious."

"You don't have to be polite to guests from afar, please eat more!" said the white-haired old man with a smile.

When Wang Xiaobin heard this, he didn't care about his image and quickly clamped the things in the bowl on the table, chewing them constantly, and exclaiming. The white-haired old man looked at Wang Xiaobin's eating look, as if he was very happy, and laughed.

Ethnic minorities are strange by nature. The more you eat, the more they feel that you look down on them and treat them as friends. Because for them, food is the most precious thing God gives them. If guests don’t eat or are very slow, it is an insult to them. If they eat happily and quickly, they look down on them and treat them as friends. Wang Xiaobin didn’t know about this at all, but because he was hungry and had a ugly appearance, he didn’t expect to hit him by chance.

When Wang Xiaobin couldn't eat it anymore, he looked up at the surroundings and saw many young men and women next to him smiling at him, as if very happy.

"Thank you, and thank you too. It's so delicious!" Wang Xiaobin put the wild vegetables still clamped on the chopsticks into his mouth, then put down the chopsticks, and praised sincerely.

"You're welcome, a distinguished guest. Come, prepare a clean house for the distinguished guest in the distance, so that the guests can rest well." The white-haired old man nodded at Wang Xiaobin with a smile and then ordered.

A few minutes later, a man led Wang Xiaobin to a clean side room, which was filled with the fragrance of soil and the fragrance of weeds. Wang Xiaobin, who was tired and tired, lay on the soft mattress on the floor, fell asleep in a short while.

In the dream, Wang Xiaobin vaguely heard the strange emphasis he heard at the beginning and was accompanied by some strange songs, but this led Wang Xiaobin to sleep more and more sweetly like a nursery rhyme.

The next day, when Wang Xiaobin woke up with his waist stretched, it was already dusk. After a long sleep, the fatigue disappeared without a trace and felt more quiet and full of energy.

"Customer from afar, have you rested?" Wang Xiaobin walked out of the side room where he was sleeping, and the kind and white-haired old man greeted him.

"Old man, my name is Wang Xiaobin, just call me Xiaobin. I'll have a rest, but I think the old man is in a bad state. Is there anything I can help?" Wang Xiaobin saw that the white-haired old man's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and suddenly remembered the strange chant of last night. He vaguely felt that the old man was worried and there seemed to be infinite worries behind his peaceful appearance.

"It's nothing, just a small thing, so I won't bother the distinguished guests. After a while, the supper will be ready." The light in the old man's eyes dimmed, as if he was worried by Wang Xiaobin's words, but he replied in a flash that had just been bright and energetic.

"Old man, I am a doctor, maybe I can help you." Wang Xiaobin gradually realized that the chanting of the song last night must have been some kind of special ghost ritual. He thought to himself, could someone be sick, so he quickly introduced himself.

"Oh, are you a doctor?" The white-haired old man's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he asked anxious, excited and a little disbelief.

"Yes. Old man, if you need my help, I will do my best to do my best." Wang Xiaobin said sincerely.

The grace of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. If it weren't for this Miao village last night, he would have probably become a delicious food in the belly of the clouds. Wang Xiaobin could not repay this life-saving kindness. He was convinced that the woman among the flowers must have been sick last night, so he recommended herself.

But Wang Xiaobin had thought that the Miao people were more martial and medical, and one out of every three people knew medical skills. Although they were not leading the medical skills, they could cure the disease, which was very effective.

The Miao people have always said that "Miao medicine for thousands of years and Miao medicine for ten thousand years", which shows that the Miao people have a long history of medical treatment. Miao medicine is also commonly seen in historical classics, such as Liu Xiang of the Western Han Dynasty said in "Shuoyuan; Discussing Things": "I heard that those who were doctors in ancient times were called Miao's father. Miao's father used the camp as a mat and the dog as a dog, and went to the north to pray for ten words. Those who came to support him and those who came to him were all calmed down as before." This shows that.

Miao doctors were early on as tribal wizards, but in modern times, due to their excessive contact with the outside world, their original medical skills were gradually replaced by Western medicine. Only a very small number of Miao doctors also used witchcraft and herbs to cure diseases, while others basically became Western medicine practitioners.

Wang Xiaobin looked at the confusion in the old man's eyes and quickly raised his wrist to show that he was a Chinese medicine practitioner. When the white-haired old man saw it, he was extremely excited. He quickly grabbed Wang Xiaobin's hand with his trembling hands and pulled him into a side room.

This side room is similar to the side room where Wang Xiaobin slept last night. It is only about six or seven square meters, exuding the fragrance of a woman's rich body. When a middle-aged man saw the old man coming in, he hurriedly bowed and shouted: "Dad!"

"Is Una better?" the white-haired old man nodded, then asked at the girl who was lying on the floor with rapid breathing and irregularities.

"Dad, she is still like that, and she is not getting better at all!" said the middle-aged man dejectedly.

"Old man, can you please let me see it?" Wang Xiaobin whispered to the old man with white hair. He didn't know the customs of the Miao people and thought it was better to be polite. He asked clearly before talking about it, and he would rashly go up and take the pulse as soon as he came in. After all, the Miao people are simple in style and maybe they still stay in feudal society!

"Aqi..." The old man with white hair muttered and talked to the middle-aged man in Miao language for a long time, and Wang Xiaobin understood the old man's name to the white haired man. Among the Miao people, it is generally "son and father's name system". I think the old man is also called Aqi?

"Please, Doctor Wang." Aqi bowed respectfully to Wang Xiaobin, and then retreated aside.

Wang Xiaobin walked forward, slowly bent his four fingers with his right hand, and then gently placed it on the woman's wrist.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the diagnosis of diseases: looking, listening, asking and engaging, and cutting the pulse means urination, or also called urination. Generally, traditional Chinese medicine uses three fingers to draw the pulse, but Wang Xiaobin learned the most difficult four finger pulse technique from Xie Zhengping. The principle used is the principle of four pulses of pulse flat pulse and surging pulse, so that the patient can more accurately judge the patient's physical condition and more accurately find the internal organs of the patient's disease.

"The micro-pulse is as small as stringy as strings, and is as deep as extremely thin as the most continuous. It is not suitable for young people in spring and summer. The old and weak are indeed good in spring and winter, and it is not suitable for them. Weak pulse is, deep, thin, soft, soft, and weak, light and unblocked, and the vital energy is consumed, essence and blood are deficient. You may be worried about white hair, but it is not suitable for young people. The slow pulse is, slow, four to open and unbiased, and the willows are naturally curled. If you want to seek spiritual energy from the pulse, you only need to be calm and gentle. Slow and slow qi and blood are damaged. If you are gentle and calm, it is safe, or not? Strange, is it?" Wang Xiaobin frowned, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead. He has always been able to know the disease and found that the pulse in the woman's body is disordered, which seems to be inconsistent with that pulse. He couldn't help but feel shocked and didn't know what to do.

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