Chapter 807: 206: Bullied Zheng Xianjing, unsightly manners_5 Chapter 807: 206: Bullied Zheng Xianjing, unsightly manners_5 “Really?” Old Wang was somewhat incredulous.
“Really,” Ni Yang nodded.
Seeing that Ni Yang didn’t seem to be lying, Old Wang didn’t press further but said instead, “To tell you the truth, I’m quite curious about these Ghost Palace Thirteen Needles…”
When two medicine fanatics got together, they entered a state of obsession, completely unaware even when someone came to the house.
“Actually, there’s an acupoint song for the Ghost Palace Thirteen Needles, but because the grandmaster feared outsiders would secretly learn it, it was never recorded in medical texts. It’s been passed down orally from one generation of disciples to the next.”
“Master, what is the acupoint song? I’d like to hear it,” Ni Yang said as she casually picked up a brush, gathered her hair up, secured it at the back of her head, revealing a stretch of fair and graceful neck, her whole being radiated with the vibrancy of youth.
“It’s been too long, and I’ve forgotten,” Old Wang stroked his beard.
“Please try to remember.”
“Let me think,” Old Wang tried hard to recall, then finally slapped his forehead, “I remember now, ‘For all illness caused by myriad demons’ wild antics, thirteen needles’ points must one acknowledge, first needle the Ghost Palace to start one’s round, then needle Ghost Faith, responses abound, one by one in order from head to toe seek, men start from left, women from right, first needle’s place in the center, Ghost Palace is correct, left needle in and right needle out… This is the grandmaster’s brilliant secret, mad and malignant spirits all will desert.'”
This was the acupoint song for the Ghost Palace Thirteen Needles.
Ni Yang picked up another brush and quickly jotted down the acupoint song on rice paper with flawless accuracy, her writing speed matching Old Wang’s speaking pace.
The sunlight shone in from outside the door, casting two tall shadows.
But nobody noticed this.
“Master, the acupoint song corresponds to the thirteen major acupoints of the human body. Generally speaking, as long as you target these thirteen major points, there wouldn’t be much room for error.” Yet Ni Yang felt that it couldn’t be that simple; there must be something missing.
Old Wang’s eyes lit up, “Yangyang, your brush writing is quite good! Young people nowadays who can write with a brush are few and far between.”
Nowadays people use fountain pens, ballpoint pens, pencils…
Old-fashioned things like brushes have long been phased out.
But Old Wang was different; after all, he had lived through that era and was a man who cherished the past, so he always kept brushes, and only used brushes at home.
Ni Yang smiled and said, “Master, you have a good eye! I also think my writing looks quite nice…”
Old Wang didn’t feel that his disciple was being vain at all and nodded, “Of course, could my eye for talent ever be poor?”
Outside, the corners of a man’s mouth twitched.
Just then, a rough male voice rang through the air.
Old Wang was stunned.
Was he hearing things?
Old Wang turned around sharply and saw the son he had been longing to see.
Two years apart, and that rascal seemed to have grown tall again.
“Dad!” Wang Zeqi walked over and embraced Old Wang, his voice trembling.
Old Wang couldn’t help his eyes from reddening.
He even doubted if he was dreaming.
Old Wang stealthily pinched his thigh.
“Dad, I’ve missed you so much!” Wang Zeqi burst into tears.
Boss Wang said with a stern face, “A man should not lightly shed tears, what’s there to cry about! Hold those tears back!”
Despite being on the verge of tears himself, he was still seriously chastising his foolish son.
Wang Zeqi wiped his face with his sleeve, “Dad, where’s Mom?”
Boss Wang replied, “Your mom went to the vegetable garden.”
The vegetable garden is where they grow their own vegetables since they live in the countryside and have to grow what they eat.
“Oh,” Wang Zeqi nodded and then added, “By the way, Dad, this is my Boss, Mr. Du.”
Old Wang knew of Mr. Du by reputation but had never met him before.
“Mr. Du, it’s a pleasure.”
“Uncle,” Mr. Du said, twirling his Buddha Beads, nodding slightly.
Old Wang took another look at Mr. Du, feeling that this Mr. Du was very different from the rumors, resembling more a schoolteacher from the Republic era, genteel and elegant.
Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, Old Wang gestured to Ni Yang, “Yangyang, come here. Ziqi, this is the apprentice I’ve taken on recently…”
Before Old Wang could finish speaking, Ni Yang smiled and said, “Master, I’ve already met my senior brother.”
With that said, she greeted Mr. Du, “Mr. Du.”
Mr. Du nodded in acknowledgment.
Old Wang exclaimed in surprise, “Yangyang, how do you, how do you two know each other?”
Ni Yang succinctly replied, “Master, isn’t there a family portrait in the living room? One day I saw someone on the street who looked exactly like senior brother from the portrait, so we got to know each other.”