Traditional Chinese Medicine: Back to the years when educated youths went to the countryside

Chapter 29 This is called every other day injection

Seeing this boy roll up his granddaughter's pants and push them up little by little, revealing his elegant and round calves, Luan Xiuwu's anger level rose like a water level.

Fortunately, it finally stopped on the edge of danger.

Wang Chengzhou pinched the inside of her knee, two inches below the middle, gently inserted the needle, and twisted it to induce air.

After a while, a light red halo appeared on the snow-white skin, which was actually a bit cute.

Luan Hongying blinked her big eyes, seeing such a magical sight for the first time.

And, other than the soreness, it didn’t hurt at all.

It's even fun.

So much so that even when the other person raised his chin, he didn't blink, but stared at him curiously.

Although such a frivolous action is acupuncture, if it happened to those unruly girls, they would have to call themselves a stinker.

Looking at that beautiful face, Wang Chengzhou's heart swayed, and he quickly recited the Internationale silently, so that his thoughts and qualities of crotch lifting would be noble.

Lianquan, and then Yamen.

He helped her pick up her black hair, pressed a little on her fair and slim neck, looked up to find the depression, and stabbed the three-inch silver needle in carefully.

Wang Chengzhou was concentrating and did not dare to be careless.

He even held his breath.

I stopped the needles for half an hour before pulling them out one by one.

As soon as his spirit relaxed, he felt as if he was exhausted, and he could hardly lift his fingers.

Despite such an unbearable performance, Luan Xiuwu rarely showed disdain. Instead, he glanced at him with a hint of gratitude. He quickly pulled his granddaughter up and asked softly: "Xiao Hongying, you... how do you feel? how was it?"

Luan Hongying moved around, looking confused.

It seems that there is nothing different.

Seeing her like this, Luan Xiuwu's heart couldn't help but sink. The expectation on his face disappeared little by little, and he couldn't help but snorted.

He stared at Wang Chengzhou with an unkind look.

By this time, he was so tired that he sat on the bluestone to rest.

Seeing this, he glanced at the frustrated old Luan Angrily and asked straight to Luan Hongying: "Xiao Hongying, is your grandpa a fool?"

"Do not……"

Luan Hongying grew up with Luan Xiuwu. The grandfather and grandson depended on each other and had an extremely close relationship.

When she saw someone slandering her grandfather, she was so angry that her eyes widened. Her watery eyes seemed to be filled with autumn mist, and she blurted out an unclear syllable with murderous intent.

"You..."

Luan Xiuwu saw that this bastard was so bold and dared to scold him, and was about to teach him a lesson, but suddenly his mouth opened wide and he was stunned.He stared motionlessly at his poor granddaughter, who had not said a word to him in ten years, as if he had seen a ghost.

Luan Hongying even covered her mouth, her eyelashes were trembling, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

Ten years ago, due to the death of her parents and the rumors in the village, there was always a knot in her young heart, which made her cry every day, with sadness stuck in her throat, and she could feel nothing but sadness.

I didn't want to say a word, I didn't have the strength to say it, and I didn't know how to defend myself and tell those people that I was not the bad guy and that I didn't kill my parents.

She was just a seven-year-old child, and she was overwhelmed by deep guilt, and she didn't know how to resolve the depression.

Gradually, as the years pass.

Suddenly one day, when she wanted to speak, she could no longer make a sound.I can only live alone in the valley, with the same silent trees and flowers.

However, as she grows older and has her grandfather's expectations, she wants to make a sound more and more.

I want to comfort my sad grandfather, and I want to go out of the mountains to find the truth about the death of my parents.

However, for her who is speechless, everything is a luxury.

Until just now.

That syllable seemed to open a window to her life, letting bright sunshine shine in.It's dazzling, but it makes people feel warm all over.

"Thanks……"

With tears in Luan Hongying's eyes, she walked step by step to Wang Chengzhou. She wanted to say thank you, but her face turned red and she could only utter a single syllable.

"You want to say thank you, I know." Wang Chengzhou quickly took over the words and smiled happily:

"Don't worry, take your time."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, there will always be a day when you sing like a lark."

"This is my thank you gift for repaying your life-saving grace."

Luan Hongying held her hands in front of her chest happily, leaning forward with tears streaming down her face.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Luan Xiuwu spun around excitedly, scratching his gray hair from time to time. For a moment, he didn't know how to express the turbulent emotions in his heart.

After a while, he held Wang Chengzhou's hand, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, "Boy, from today on, you are my great benefactor, Luan Xiuwu!"

"I have to repay you."

"Okay, let me ask you again, are you willing to pass on my mantle?"

"What...what mantle?" Such sacred words made Wang Chengzhou nervous for a while, and he frowned and said, "Isn't it the martial arts you mentioned?"

"Yes, I stole a set of Xingyiquan from my master." Luan Xiuwu didn't shy away from it, with incomparable confidence shining in his eyes, "Although it was stolen, to be arrogant, no one within a thousand miles can do it. He who comes out of my right hand.”

Wang Chengzhou smacked his lips.

He knows his own worth, and he also knows that he is not the kind of person who can endure hardship.

Since ancient times, people who practice martial arts have practiced three days in winter and three days in summer.The effort may be real, but it is all the result of hard work and sweat.

With my own physique and temperament, if I agree to him, I will not be able to protect the country. After a few decades, a "Wang Baoguo" will come out.

In that case, wouldn't it be a waste of other people's hard work?
However, if you don't agree, it will be difficult for others to beg you.

Thinking of this, he said vaguely: "If it's really that powerful, let me think about it."

Luan Xiuwu opened his mouth and thought:

Forget it, I have never been so shy in my life and asked others to learn kung fu from me. What a sin!

If the boy named Wang Yutang knew this, he would probably go crazy.

It wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't beat this kid to death on the spot.

Wang Chengzhou glanced at the sky, struggled to get up, and said goodbye quickly, "Old man, Xiao Hongying, I have to go back."

"My family is probably waiting for me to have dinner."

"I'll come back the day after tomorrow. You can go to the top of the mountain to pick me up then."

Hearing this, Luan Xiuwu felt anxious and a little suspicious, fearing that he might not come, so he hurriedly asked: "Why did you come only the day after tomorrow?"

"Acupuncture also consumes menstrual energy. You must give your body a chance to recuperate. Otherwise, even Comrade Luan Hongying will not be able to bear it." Wang Chengzhou hurried home and said casually, "This is called every other day acupuncture."

Luan Xiuwu was dubious, but he couldn't force him anymore, so he quickly chased after him to send him out of the mountain.

But I muttered in my heart.

I was always afraid that this guy with a bad reputation would give up and never come back again.

In that case, what would Xiao Hongying, who had just seen hope, do?

(End of this chapter)