Volume 7: Bloody Red Face! Chapter 140: You Made Me Take The First Move!

  The most brilliant marketing in this world is selling what you want to sell and buying back what you want to buy.

  Qin Luo thinks that there is no difficult task in the world, only people who are determined. As long as you work hard towards your goal, you will definitely reach the other side of success.

  "This won't work. After thinking for 36 seconds, he said to Qin Luo: 'I can try to help you. But whether it will succeed or not depends on your own luck.'"

  "No problem. I'm a person who has nothing wrong with me, just good luck." Qin Luo nodded repeatedly.

  "If you can cure my adoptive father's illness," Lidi said, "I dare guarantee that I will definitely be able to apply for a Longxi brand for you."

  Qin Luo cracked his fingers and counted them, saying: "Cure two people, and only give one plaque? Give me two!"

  Almost furious, almost kicked Qin Luo off the car.

  "Are you kidding me? You think this is a vegetable market where you can haggle over prices? Do you know what this badge represents? Do you know how much blood and sweat others have to shed to get this badge?"

  "Alright, alright. Don't get agitated." Qin Luo hastily placated him. "It's not like we can't discuss it. I'll cure the Dragon King for you, and you give me a token. As for you... let's just consider it a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

  “---”

  Returning to that mysterious sanatorium, the Dragon King was still lying on that giant rattan chair. This made Qin Luo feel a kind of inexplicable sadness and desolation.

  A hero's demise. A beauty's twilight years. Both are one of life's greatest tragedies.

  Even if Qin Luo didn't know the identity of the Dragon King, the respect these people showed him and the crisscrossing scars on his body were enough to prove that he was an extraordinary person.

  Such people are not afraid of bloodshed, not afraid of death, and have no fear of the strongest opponents. However, they are afraid of tears and weakness.

  "Qin Luo, you're here." The Dragon King was meditating with his eyes closed and opened them upon hearing the footsteps, smiling as he greeted Qin Luo.

  "Yes. If possible, it's better to let people read something or listen to the radio to liven up their minds." Qin Jiansheng advised.

  The Dragon King burst out laughing and said, "To be honest with you, I'm just a rough man. From a very young age, I started learning martial arts, didn't attend school for many years, and couldn't recognize a few characters. Apart from martial arts, I have no interest in anything else."

  Qin Luo thought that those masters in the martial arts world weren't all bookworms, were they? Not only were they skilled in combat, but they were also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Their emotions were all fake.

  "Listening to Peking Opera is also good." Qin Luo said.

  The Dragon King shook his head and said, "Young people fantasize about the future. Old people reminisce about the past. Now, I just rely on my memories of the past to get by."

  The Dragon King's voice was flat, and his face didn't show any sad expression. But Qin Luo still felt a pang of heartache after hearing these words.

  "I will definitely work hard to cure you." Qin Luo said with a guarantee. As a famous doctor, he should not make promises easily.

  Because you easily make promises, it will give patients or their families a false impression that the patient's illness is not serious. If you can't cure the patient in the end, the patient's family may think you are an incompetent doctor who deceives people.

  Moreover, once you have such an idea, even if you cure the patient, they will think it is a matter of course.

  So now doctors are very shrewd. He makes your illness sound more serious, so he can charge more money, prescribe more medicine and gain more gratitude.

  "I've said it before, I'm waiting for a miracle to witness you." The Dragon King laughed generously.

  Qin Luo nodded and said, "It's still the same as yesterday, let's start with acupuncture first."

  "Alright." The Dragon King replied. "Qin Luo, don't hit my acupuncture points. If I sleep too soundly, I'll lose my sense of security."

  "----Alright." Qin Luo replied.

  Following the procedure from yesterday, Qin Luo first used Taiyi Shenni's Tongxin Liang to acupuncture the major acupoints on Longwang's body. Then he wiped his body with warm water, causing his pores to dilate, and began to help him with special part massage.

  This was a rather strenuous task. Because the Dragon King's body was largely paralyzed, just using the Taiyi divine needle to acupuncture his major acupoints almost exhausted his physical strength.

  When it was time to help the Dragon King with his massage, Qin Luo's physical strength began to wane, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His originally pale face turned redder and redder, as if he had just emerged from a sauna.

  "Qin Luo, take a break." The Dragon King looked at him with pity and advised.

  "It's okay. Can't stop for now." Qin Luo said, his hands quickly massaging the Dragon King's arm.

  Massage of acupoints, first is to relax his body muscles, so that his muscles do not become stiff due to long-term inactivity. Second is to find the right acupoint and activate his various internal organs from inside. The third point, which is also very important, is detoxification.

  Sweating is necessary for detoxification.

  The Dragon King contracted "Gradual Freezing Syndrome" in the form of poisoning, with a large amount of toxins in his body. Long-term bed rest also made him severely constipated.

  Removing toxins can also reduce the burden on his body's organs.

  It can be heated and can only rely on Qin Luo's hands moving quickly.

  In a short while, the dragon king's muscles also started to turn purple. His body temperature began to rise gradually, and sweat beads were secreted from his pores that had expanded due to high heat.

  Standing by, Luoyin couldn't bear it, so she went to get a wet towel and helped Qin Luo wipe the sweat off his forehead.

  Qin Luo looked back at him with a surprised expression, but she had an angry look on her face.

  Qin Luo smiled secretly. This naive girl who was not good at hiding her emotions.

  When the Dragon King's body was shrouded in mist, as if it were being steamed in a steamer, Qin Luo finally stopped his work with a gasp.

  Just in time, a timely servant came with a cup of boiled water. Qin Luo drank it all at once and only then did he feel that his body had some strength.

  The Dragon King looked at him in great surprise and asked: "Qin Luo, are you really a disciple of Xuanji Zi?"

  "Yes." Qin Luo nodded and said. Then he took out the purple blood beads from his bosom to show the Dragon King. "This is the gift that my master gave me."

  "The mysterious Xuanji cultivates the ultimate truth of heaven and humanity, spending his life searching for the immortal Tao. His physical skills are incredibly high and immeasurable. How can your body be so weak? Didn't he teach you any martial arts? Logically speaking, the 'Twelve Brocades of the Taoist School' is a superior internal skill that surpasses those external qigong masters. You clearly practiced this internal skill, but how come your physical constitution hasn't improved at all?" Longwang lay on the recliner, with a pillow supporting his head, making it more convenient for him to talk to Qin Luo in front of him.

  Qin Luo smiled bitterly and said, "I have been suffering from a serious illness since I was young. There is no cure for it. It was my master who gave me the 'Twelve Brocades of Taoist Family' and the 'Art of Inviting the Body' that brought me back from the gates of hell. Although I managed to save my life, the stubborn disease still exists, making it extremely difficult for me to learn high-level martial arts."

  The Dragon King said, "No wonder. Your face has a sickly pale complexion. It seems that you have been suffering from illness for many years. Although your age is advanced, but with the foundation of the 'Twelve Brocades of Taoist Family', if you practice diligently, it will be twice the result with half the effort. What a pity! I'm still lying in this chair. Otherwise, I can pass on a few moves to you."

  "Haha. Thank you, Dragon King. Actually, my master also gave me a book to learn martial arts, but I still haven't grasped the entrance." Qin Luo said as he took out the "Xuan Gong Record" from his bosom again.

  Qin Luo had also studied the Xuan Gong Lu, but the content inside was still a bit difficult for him to understand.

  Learning martial arts is not as easy as it's written in novels, where a confused teenager accidentally enters a mountain cave, obtains a secret manual of martial arts, and then comes out to be invincible and dominate the world.

  Opportunity. Talent. And perseverance are indispensable.

  "Ten years of cold window with no one asking, one move and fame spreads throughout the world." This sentence is also more suitable for describing a martial artist.

  "Xuāngōng Lù"? Haha, these Taoists like to take such profound and mysterious names. Open it up, I'd like to see what kind of Xuāngōng techniques are recorded inside." Longwang may not be fond of reading newspapers, but he's clearly still very interested in martial arts.

  Qin Luo walked up to Long Wang, opened the first page of the Xuan Gong Record, and then held it high in the air for his convenience.

  "The ultimate martial art, only firmness is unyielding, only speed is unstoppable. Only heaviness is unbeatable, only subtlety is impenetrable ----- isn't this just a manual for practicing internal strength? What's the point of Xuan Gong? Some are even used in our troops."

  "This was passed down by Master. I haven't seen it before." Qin Luo explained with embarrassment.

  "However, the moves inside are indeed worth learning, with a hint of using softness to overcome stiffness. It seems to have a complementary effect with the 'Taoist Twelve Brocades' on your body." The Dragon King said while observing and explaining.

  "Yes. But I don't quite understand." Qin Luo said with a bitter smile.

  "Last time I saw you avoiding stepping back, it seemed like you should be a good housekeeper. Alright, you and Li try to recruit. Let me see where your problem lies." said the Dragon King.

  As soon as she heard that she was going to compete with Qin Luo, her face lit up, and a silver light flashed in her hand. The shiny dagger had already appeared in the palm of her hand.

  "That's enough. That's enough. No need for weapons." Qin Luo said hastily.

  How can this woman be so violent?

  "Put away your dagger." said the Dragon King.

  "Coward." Lidi reluctantly put the dagger in his hand into the black leather pouch on Xiaoman's waist.

  "Let's have a contest of three moves. Whoever loses will stop after three moves." said the Dragon King.

  Some uneasy reminders left, saying: "Leave, don't hurt Qin Luo."

  "Got it, father," said the discontented one. The godfather seemed to hold this guy in high esteem. It's really frustrating.

  The hall is spacious, and there's no need to run out into the courtyard to compare notes.

  Qin Luo and Li faced off against each other, eye to eye, nose to nose, a scene of two great masters about to engage in battle.

  "Are you ready?" Qin Luo asked.

  "You go first." She said casually, she really didn't put Qin Luo in her eyes.

  Isn't that the excellent fighter who emerged from Long Xi and can take on a hundred opponents alone?

  "Thank you." Qin Luo said as he turned and walked away.

  This guy has no gentlemanly courtesy at all, completely disregarding ladies first.

  He who strikes first wins; he who strikes last suffers. Since you let me make the first move, I won't be polite to you anymore.

  (My ticket ah ah ah ah ----)