Chapter 66: Scaling the Gate at Night

  It was already 10 o'clock when I arrived at Li Desheng's residence, but except for Li Shangbo, no one else was there. It wasn't until we started talking that I found out each of his sons and daughters were busy. Li Yuan had gone to Bin City for a meeting, and the old man didn't particularly like receiving others anyway. Having a grandson by his side was enough.

  After having acupuncture and massage, the three of them cooked their own meals and ate together. In the afternoon, Zhao Zhiqiang was taken by Li Desheng to Lin Shoushan's home in Bincheng.

  The weird three brothers, in Lin's family, are all considered old men's delight. Zhao Zhiqiang received the same welcome as Li Shangbo, but the two young nephews protested, and their protests were ineffective because San Ge himself disagreed.

  As a result, there is a strange new rule.

  Everyone has their own generation and their own things to say. After all, it involves Li Shangbo and Lin Xue's young people's relationship issues.

  Li Shangbo was the happiest!

  "Dude!"

  This kid is so rude, even daring to be affectionate in front of Grandpa... it makes Old Man Li so angry he wants to hit someone. The Lin family has gotten used to the Li couple's lack of respect for age and authority.

  Lin Shoushan drove away the outsiders and took out two thick thread books.

  "Third brother, this is a set of ancient scrolls without a name that an old Taoist priest gave me when I was young. It mainly talks about the medical way, and many parts are related to Qigong techniques. Unfortunately, that immortal master refused to accept apprentices, so I kept it for no use. Today, I'll give it all to you. Maybe it will still be useful in your hands, rather than me taking it to the grave with me when I die. This thing has no name and is missing pages, but what the immortal master said back then was that he took it back from a Japanese person's hands, and there are five volumes in total. These are two of them related to medicine."

  "Third brother, can I learn the art of guiding Qi?" Li De Sheng had been eager for some time.

  Zhao Zhiqiang was also at a loss, his spiritual energy came from somewhere that he couldn't say, and could only shake his head, "Can't. It's not that I don't want to teach, it's just that I have no way of teaching."

  The two old men looked gloomy and thought that Zhao Zhiqiang must have a very strict master, such profound cultivation methods and techniques would not be easily passed on.

  "But I can try to strengthen my body for the sake of the two elders, this is still something that can be done."

  Haha...

  The two elders no longer mentioned the matter of learning Qigong, and Lin gave a complete set of acupuncture techniques and years of experience to Zhao Zhiqiang. "What I'm best at is actually acupuncture. The technique of medicine and stone has led to the inevitable decline of traditional Chinese medicine due to the reasons of medicinal materials. With this ancient scroll and my own experiences, I only hope that San can inherit and carry on the needle technique, and benefit all living things."

  A solemn entrustment, Zhao Zhiqiang didn't think he could accept it. The fate of the world wasn't something he was capable of saving.

  But his mother's illness required his care, and Lin Lao's kindness to him needed to be repaid, so he had no choice but to accept the heavy responsibility.

  Too heavy.

  Then, using Li De Sheng as a test subject, the two men who were both brothers and friends, as well as teacher and disciple, began to try out their needles, busily and with great relish.

  "Ahh!"

  "Oh no!"

  Mr. Li would occasionally shout excitedly or in pain, causing Lin Xue Rou who was standing guard outside to be startled and frightened.

  She later heard that her grandfather and Zhao Zhiqiang had become sworn brothers, which made her so angry that she didn't have a good Chinese New Year for years. How could she talk to him next time?

  Fortunately, this knot in my heart has been untied now.

  Two old men are just like little kids. They actually shut the door and hide with that young whippersnapper, how bizarre.

  "Are they okay?" asked Li Shangbo.

  "It's okay, it's okay, they're probably just practicing acupuncture and also treating my grandfather's illness at the same time." Li Shangbo smiled.

  "Practice..."

  Lin Xue Rou took a cold breath, Grandfather is taking an apprentice?

  Practicing on Old Li's body? You're quite bold, young one!

  The two old brothers occasionally inserted a needle into the white-haired, bare-buttocked old man's body, comparing bone joints and studying for four or five hours before Zhao Zhiqiang finally recognized and memorized the human body's more than 300 acupoints, remembering the key points of control for the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. These are all in the Huangdi Neijing, but after Lin studied the anonymous ancient book for half a century, he felt that the Huangdi Neijing was like a pirated version - not wrong, just lacking, or obscure and difficult to understand, of course there were reasons why he couldn't do it, such as guiding qi into the needle.

  This time, Lin Shoushan, who was both a teacher and an elder brother, personally guided him through the Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian that governs migraines, and then simulated the needling technique of the Kidney Meridian, one of the Twelve Regular Meridians. This was considered to have mastered the essentials of treatment for his mother's condition, and Zhao Zhiqiang was overjoyed.

  Just now, I gave two old brothers a one-hour massage each, and comfortably transmitted a thread of spiritual energy into their kidney and gallbladder meridians, which was then distributed to various acupoints within.

  Use some spiritual energy to open your wealth eyes and observe.

  But it made him discover the difference.

  The two old men's kidneys and gallbladders, like withered trees encountering spring, began to flourish under the starlight effect of the spiritual energy transformation, at a speed ten times faster than before!

  Really useful!

  It's just like what was written in that old book of He Lin La!

  The spirit enters the body, withered wood meets spring!

  Thank God! My mom is going to be okay... No need for surgery after all...

  Although this trip has used up the five strands of spiritual energy accumulated on his body, leaving only the part that sustains his life, this discovery is even more exciting than being able to see the path to wealth!

  His mother had suffered a lot in the past three years, but now she finally had a way to recover. With the help of Lin Lao's prescription and treatment, Zhao Zhiqiang believed that his mother's body would be restored to its original state within a month.

  Received the needle, took the book, looking at two old men who were sleeping soundly, Zhao Zhiqiang carefully backed out of Old Lin's room.

  Outside the hall, the lights were shining brightly. The Lin family's big house was full of people. Lin Xue Rou's father, Lin Xue Gong, her second uncle, Lin Xue Li, and third uncle, Lin Xue Qian, were all waiting for dinner to start in the evening. Li Shang Bo and Lin Xue Rou sat at the door, waiting. As soon as the door opened, everyone immediately surrounded them!

  Lin Xuegong is nearly sixty years old and is the current head of the Lin family. His dignity is no less than his father's, and others don't even have a place to speak in front of him. He took over his father's mantle as an orthodox Chinese medicine master. The second son runs business with another branch of the Lin family, while the third son has been the deputy director of Linzhou City Hospital for many years.

  Lin Xue Rou still has two aunts who are both related to the medical field, either being doctors or running pharmaceutical companies, but neither of them were present today.

  "Uncle, can the two elderly people come out for dinner now?" Lin Xuegong was very respectful and didn't show any neglect because of this young man being about the same age as his own daughter.

  Zhao Zhiqiang looked at Lin Xuekong, who was nearly sixty years old but still had a head of black hair and was as robust as a middle-aged man. He suddenly thought of his own parents, who were already graying in their forties. It was really a world of difference. But now it's okay, with the spiritual energy and the method of guiding energy, his parents' bodies will recover quickly.

  "Hehe, Mr. Lin, after the two elderly people have been pushed and pulled, they need to rest quietly. Before they wake up naturally, it's best not to disturb them, let them sleep well, which is especially good for their bodies."

  "Yes, Uncle Zhiqiang." As the Dean of Kyoto University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Lin Xuekong had long heard from his father about the extraordinary abilities of Uncle Zhiqiang. Even if he said that two old men could sleep for ten days now, he would believe it. He also knew a bit about Qigong, but since his father hadn't taught him, he didn't dare to think more about it. "Don't worry."

  Lin Xue Rou was listening on the side, getting more and more angry. "Dad! Grandpa already said that Lin Zhou San Yi only refers to Li Ye Ye and his two friends, it has nothing to do with us, you call him Little Uncle! Hmph, does that mean we should call him Young Master?!"

  Zhao Zhiqiang waved his hand repeatedly, his face slightly red, "No, no, this little uncle must not be called, wasn't it just agreed upon earlier......"

  After explaining for half a day, Lin Xuekong verbally agreed, but was very polite and courteous, which made Li Shangbo feel at ease. It turned out that this Confucian doctor's family had good manners, even if Zhao Zhiqiang and Lin Xue were about the same age, they still didn't lack the necessary politeness. At the dinner table, he insisted on letting Zhao Zhiqiang take the seat of honor, while Lin Laoren and his family sat beside him.

  On the way home, Li Shangbo drove while chatting and admiring. Several times he wanted to mention a few people but didn't say anything. At around 8 pm, after getting off the highway and onto the provincial road heading into the city, they arrived at a fork in the road.

  "Take me back to Guomu Gou Village."

  Need to replenish spiritual energy, but haven't gone to scatter wealth and gather spirit in the past few days. The black air transformed earlier can't be used either. There are still tens of thousands in the bag. Thinking about it, there are still a few low-security households in this group who live a hard life. Ge Dage and Liu Nainai are both elderly people who have lost their only child, giving to others is also giving, priority should be given to fellow villagers!

  After getting off the car, they walked for a few minutes to the village at the back of the mountain, where there were several large courtyards and earth houses. Zhao Zhiqiang took out the 600,000 yuan left over from the New Year's celebration and gave 100,000 yuan to each household, treating it as a New Year's visit...

  These old men have seen Zhao Zhiqiang grow up, and at first they refused to take any money. Zhao Zhiqiang only managed to persuade them by saying he had made a lot of money abroad, deceiving them into sending him the money. However, Ge Dage insisted on treating it as a loan, and would only return the money after dividing the land...

  Zhao Zhiqiang finally left the kind and simple old man's house, looking at several low-income households who were extremely difficult to make ends meet, even with relocation compensation, they couldn't make a living. He thought that his plan must be implemented, no matter what, he couldn't let these fellow villagers suffer again and not live a good life.

  Just as I was about to leave the village and head towards the ditch, I unexpectedly met someone when passing by a house.

  "Big Brother Qiang, my mom is looking for you. I've been waiting for you for a long time." A lively little girl with a bright red face from the cold.

  A worn-out floral jacket, surprisingly still a handmade old-fashioned cotton-padded garment. Zhao Zhiqiang looked at Li Bingxiang standing under the dim yellow light bulb with a pitiful and timid inquiry.

  "Hmm, it's so late already, what's the matter, can't we talk about it tomorrow?" Zhao Zhiqiang looked around and indeed it was quite late, almost 10 o'clock at night, many families had already closed their doors and gone to sleep.

  Li Bingxiang didn't know what Zhao Zhiqiang was thinking about, she tilted her head, and her two long braids swung back and forth. "Big Strong Brother, my mother said you're going to run for village director, she fully supports it, hmm..." Then she quietly put her mouth next to Zhao Zhiqiang's ear and said, "My mother said, she knows where Zhao Guangming is hiding."

  "Alright, I'm going." Zhao Zhiqiang didn't say another word and went inside.

  More than 80 meters away from the wall, at night, when I went to the courtyard to see the Miao Cuihua, I saw a tall black shadow flashing into the Lan family's door.

  Sneaking into a widow's house at night... Hehe, this is going to be fun. Miao Cuihua became excited like a mother pig in heat.

  PS: There's a new recommendation today. Logically speaking, the fate of this book is worrying... This week's selection is a Waterloo, so miserable. Drunken Fish has written three books now, each one more painstaking than the last, really wanting to achieve something, but after three years it's still a flop, actually life doesn't have many three-year periods, confidence now only has persistence left.

  Just like luck, it won't always be good fortune. The four major fortunes of Fu, Lu, Shou, and Cai will only appear a few times in one's life. Seizing the opportunity may make a difference in one's fate. I've tried several times, but my ability is not enough, or maybe I haven't learned enough, so I couldn't write a good piece.

  In fact, the starting point editor has already given the opportunity, and it is limited by one's own strength. Thank you for saying that the editors have recommended a spot, and thank you to readers and friends for collecting and voting.

  This book, Drunken Fish doesn't dare to guarantee anything. Do one's best and work hard to write well what one wants to write, as for the results? That depends on the support of friends, without results, there is nothing.