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In the live broadcast room, Qin Tianzheng and researcher Xiao Li enthusiastically discussed the relationship between the theory of Qi and the flying needle technique. The audience was fascinated by what they heard and left messages saying that they had gained a lot. However, at this moment, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became tense.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and an old man in his sixties strode in. He was wearing a green robe, with an immortal look and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He looked around, and finally locked his eyes on Qin Tian, ​​and said coldly: "Are you the Qin Tian who promoted the flying needle technique in the live broadcast room?"

Qin Tian was slightly stunned. He could feel the powerful aura and majesty emanating from the old man. He stood up and responded politely: "Junior Qin Tian, ​​nice to meet you. May I know your name?"

"Humph, I am Master Li, the authentic successor of the Qi Meridian Theory." The old man said arrogantly, "I heard that you are talking nonsense here and misleading the audience, so I came here specially to expose your true face."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the live broadcast room. The audience left messages expressing their surprise and confusion, wondering who this Master Li was and how he dared to criticize Qin Tian so directly.

Although Qin Tian was a little unhappy, he still remained polite and humble. He smiled and said, "Hello, Master Li! I am a junior with limited knowledge. If there is anything I said wrong or did not do well, please give me your advice."

"Teach me? Humph, are you worthy?" Master Li sneered, "Your so-called flying needle technique is just some trivial tricks. The real theory of Qi and meridians is profound and extensive. How can a quack like you understand it?"

Qin Tian was moved after hearing this. He knew that Master Li might have misunderstood his intention. He explained: "Master Li, calm down! I am not denying the theory of Qi and Meridians. I am trying to combine flying needles with the theory of Qi and Meridians to explore a new treatment method. I believe that Chinese medicine culture is broad and profound, and various theories and schools have their unique value and significance."

"Oh? You still want to explore new treatment methods?" Master Li sneered, "How ridiculous! Do you think you can surpass your predecessors and subvert tradition with some fancy methods? It's simply wishful thinking!"

Qin Tian was not angered by Master Li's ridicule. He remained calm and rational, and continued: "Master Li is right. The younger generation cannot surpass their predecessors and subvert traditions. But I think Chinese medicine culture should keep pace with the times and continue to innovate. Only in this way can it better adapt to the needs and development of modern society."

"Humph! That's easy to say!" Master Li snorted coldly, "Do you think innovation is that simple? Without a solid foundation and rich experience as a cornerstone, everything is just empty talk!"

Qin Tian nodded in agreement: "Master Li is right. Innovation does require a solid foundation and rich experience as support. But I believe that as long as we maintain an open mind, a spirit of courage to try, and an attitude of continuous learning, we will be able to open up a path of our own."

In the live broadcast room, Qin Tian was concentrating on demonstrating the flying needle technique. The silver needles jumped on his fingertips, as fast as lightning and accurate. However, while he was concentrating, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room quietly changed.

"Host, your flying needle technique is indeed powerful, but can you please pay attention to your attire?" A comment suddenly flashed across the screen.

Qin Tian was stunned, and looked down at his outfit - a pair of slightly faded jeans and a simple white T-shirt. This was his usual training uniform, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Host, this outfit is so down-to-earth, isn't it?" Another comment passed by.

"That's right, host, can you change your clothes before the live broadcast? This affects our viewing mood." The barrage of comments came like a tide, all of which were complaining about Qin Tian's outfit.

Qin Tian smiled bitterly. He never cared much about what he wore, just comfort. But now it seems that this casual attitude is not welcomed by netizens.

"Everyone, I know that my clothes may be a little casual, but I promise that this will not affect the effectiveness of my demonstration of the Flying Needle Technique." Qin Tian tried to explain.

However, netizens were not convinced and continued to complain. Some even started to attack maliciously, saying that his flying needle skills were useless because he didn't understand fashion.

Looking at the negative comments on the screen, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He thought that the flying needle technique could attract everyone's attention and make everyone ignore his appearance. But now it seems that he was wrong.

Qin Tian took a deep breath and decided to take the advice of netizens. He stood up and said to the camera: "Everyone, I know my clothes may make you uncomfortable. I will go buy some new clothes now, change my clothes and come back to the live broadcast. Please wait for a moment."

After saying that, Qin Tian closed the live broadcast room and walked out of the room.

Walking into a Chinese medicine store, a faint herbal aroma hit my nose. Various Chinese medicinal materials and instruments were neatly displayed on the shelves, including the silver needles Qin Tian needed.

"Boss, give me ten boxes of silver needles." Qin Tian walked to the counter and said directly.

The boss was a middle-aged man. Hearing this, he looked up at Qin Tian and said with a smile, "Young man, are you planning to practice by buying so many silver needles?"

Qin Tian nodded: "Yes, I am very interested in Chinese medicine, and I want to buy some silver needles to practice at home."

The boss's eyes flashed with approval. Nowadays, not many young people are interested in traditional Chinese medicine. He took ten boxes of silver needles from the shelf and handed them to Qin Tian: "Young man, silver needles are not easy to practice. You have to work hard."

Qin Tian took the silver needle and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reminder, boss. I will work hard."

After paying, Qin Tian did not go back to the hotel directly, but found a secluded place in a nearby park and started practicing.

The silver needles flew in his hands like the shadow of a nimble snake, sometimes thrusting out, sometimes withdrawing, his movements were skillful and natural. This was his daily compulsory course, and it had long become a habit.

After practicing for more than half an hour, Qin Tian felt that he was almost ready, so he put away the silver needle and walked towards the Jinhai Hotel.

At this time, in a private room of the hotel, Lu Wan was sitting and chatting with her classmates. Her eyes drifted towards the door from time to time, as if she was waiting for something.

"Lu Wan, why are you so absent-minded? Who are you waiting for?" A classmate noticed Lu Wan's abnormality and asked curiously.

Lu Wan came back to her senses and quickly shook her head: "No, I'm not waiting for anyone. I'm just a little tired, maybe I was distracted."

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open, and a young man in a suit walked in. He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, with a decent appearance, but his eyes revealed a self-righteous arrogance.

As soon as he entered the door, he stared at Lu Wan, then walked over to her and sat down: "Lu Wan, long time no see, how have you been recently?"

Seeing this man, Lu Wan frowned unconsciously. She moved to the side, trying to keep a distance from this man: "How I'm doing, it seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"

The man was not angry, but smiled: "Why is it okay? I have always cared about you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hug Lu Wan's shoulders. However, at this moment, a big hand suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain and looked back, only to see a young man standing behind him, staring at him coldly. "Who are you? What do you want to do?" the man asked angrily.

Qin Tian did not answer, but threw him out with force. Then he sat next to Lu Wan and said lightly: "I am Lu Wan's brother and her protector. You'd better not have any improper thoughts about her, otherwise I will make you regret it."

The man was shocked by Qin Tian's momentum and dared not speak for a moment. The other students also looked at Qin Tian with surprise, not expecting him to be so strong.

Lu Wan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the annoying guy had been successfully stopped by her brother. She looked at Qin Tian gratefully and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome. I'm your brother, and it's my duty to protect you." Qin Tian said with a smile. Then he began to concentrate on eating and ignored the man.

Seeing that Qin Tian no longer paid attention to him, the man felt bored and stopped pestering Lu Wan. The class reunion continued, but the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

After a while, the man seemed to want to save some face and began to provoke Qin Tian again.

"Hey, you said you are Lu Wan's brother, so what are your abilities? You can't just eat, right?" the man said sarcastically.

Qin Tian looked up, glanced at him calmly, and said, "I know a lot, but there's no need to tell you. But if you want to cause trouble for me, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush."

The man's face changed. He didn't expect Qin Tian to be so direct. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since you said so, I'll be frank. I heard that you can do flying needles. Is that true?"

Qin Tian was stunned. He didn't expect that this man actually knew his flying needle technique. He nodded and said, "Yes, I know flying needle technique."

"Haha, I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you're just an acrobat." The man laughed, as if he had found Qin Tian's weakness. "You know what? Real martial arts can't be compared to your fancy tricks."

Qin Tian was not angry, he knew that the man was just deliberately provoking him. He smiled calmly and asked: "Oh? Then tell me, what does real martial arts look like?"

The man was stunned, obviously not expecting Qin Tian to ask such a question. He thought for a moment, then replied: "Real martial arts can win with one strike. I'm afraid your flying needle technique won't be of much use."

Qin Tian heard this and shook his head slightly. This man's understanding of martial arts was too superficial. He only saw its surface lethality but failed to comprehend its deeper meaning.

"You are wrong." Qin Tian said slowly, "The true meaning of martial arts is not how strong the lethality is, but to achieve the best effect with the least effort. Although the flying needle technique seems light and elegant, each needle is extremely accurate and can play a huge role at the critical moment."

The man was speechless after hearing what Qin Tian said. He realized that his understanding of martial arts was indeed too one-sided. The other students looked at Qin Tian with admiration. They didn't expect that he had such a profound understanding of martial arts.

Lu Wan also looked at Qin Tian with admiration. She felt that her brother was really amazing. Not only was his flying needle technique amazing, but his understanding of martial arts was also so profound.

"Brother, you are really awesome." Lu Wan praised sincerely.

Qin Tian smiled and patted Lu Wan's head gently: "Silly girl, of course your brother is amazing. You must remember that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must believe in yourself and your own strength."

Lu Wan nodded vigorously. She decided to learn from her brother and become stronger and more confident.

The man sat silently aside, not saying anything. He was deeply touched by Qin Tian's words and began to re-examine his understanding of martial arts.

The class reunion ended just like that, but Qin Tian's words were deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. They began to rethink their views on martial arts and admired Qin Tian even more.

After returning home, Lu Wan was still immersed in her brother Qin Tian's outstanding performance. She looked at Qin Tian with admiration, as if eager to learn more from him.

"Brother, can you teach me the flying needle technique?" Lu Wan suddenly asked.

Qin Tian was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "Silly girl, the flying needle technique is not so easy to learn, it takes a lot of hard work."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. As long as I can learn the flying needle technique, I'm willing to do anything." Lu Wan said firmly.

Looking at Lu Wan's determined eyes, Qin Tian was moved. He knew that his sister was a girl with perseverance. Once she decided to do something, she would stick to it.

"Okay, since you want to learn so much, I'll teach you." Qin Tian said, "But you have to remember that learning the flying needle technique is not just for showing off, but also for mastering a real skill. So, you have to take it seriously."

"Okay, I understand." Lu Wan nodded solemnly.

So, Qin Tian began to patiently teach Lu Wan the basic skills and essentials of flying needle technique. He started by teaching her how to hold the needle, and gradually transitioned to how to control the strength and accuracy. Lu Wan also studied very seriously, practicing every movement repeatedly until she mastered it.

With the joint efforts of the brother and sister, Lu Wan made rapid progress and soon mastered the basic skills of flying needle technique, and was even able to perform some simple flying needle demonstrations independently.

One day, the brother and sister were practicing flying needles at home when they suddenly heard a commotion outside. They walked out of the room and saw a middle-aged woman arguing with a young man.

"You thief, how dare you steal my wallet!" the middle-aged woman shouted angrily.

"Who said I stole your wallet? What evidence do you have?" the young man retorted disdainfully.

The middle-aged woman was so angry that her face turned red. She pointed at the wallet in the young man's hand and said, "This is my wallet. There's my photo on it! Give it back to me quickly!"

The young man shrugged nonchalantly: "You said this is your wallet, so it's yours? Is your name written on it?"

The middle-aged woman was so angry that she couldn't speak. She knew she had met a scoundrel. People around her were also talking about it, but no one dared to step forward to help. (End of this chapter)