The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 219 A Relaxed Stroll Will Soon Include Another 'Old Man Lou'

Zhao Xiaochui finally understood why he had acted that way.

This guy is a genius beyond belief! A young old man named Lou!

Such extraordinary folk talents are either discovered by "Old Man Lou" or "Expert in Bone Setting in Central China," or they are lost to the annals of time.

But how many people like Old Man Lou and bone-setting experts are left?
So what would have been the fate of this prodigy if Zhao Xiaochui hadn't been such a cheat code?
Without further hesitation, Zhao Xiaochui first sent a message to the second floor of Relaxing Slow Travel, then came to the center of the massage bed, slowly raised his right hand, palm down, and gently placed it on Ji Wenfeng's abdomen.

A surge of heat instantly flowed from Zhao Xiaochui's palm, not directly washing over Ji Wenfeng's body as usual, but penetrating his abdominal cavity in an extremely precise and delicate manner.

Ji Wenfeng's body stiffened slightly the moment the heat came into contact with him, but soon the heat began to spread throughout his body with an irresistible guiding force.

"Remember this breathing pattern." Zhao Xiaochui's voice carried an undeniable guiding force.

The heat flow first reached Ji Wenfeng's diaphragm. It did not push him roughly, but rather, like an invisible hand, gently lifted his diaphragm and guided it downwards.

Ji Wenfeng's abdomen slowly and evenly swelled, and his chest cavity expanded accordingly. Then, the heat flow guided the diaphragm to bounce upward, slowly expelling air from his lungs.

The process proceeded without interruption; the heat flow formed a cycle within Ji Wenfeng's body, precisely controlling the depth and rhythm of each of his inhalations and exhalations. His breathing was no longer shallow and rapid, but became deep and sustained, his abdomen rising and falling rhythmically guided by the heat flow.

As Ji Wenfeng's breathing gradually stabilized, Zhao Xiaochui's voice rang out again, carrying a specific rhythm:

"The 'Call' Technique"

A warm current gathered deep within Ji Wenfeng's abdomen, guiding him to take a deeper and longer exhale.

A moment later, Zhao Xiaochui's voice changed again, carrying a gentle guiding tone:

"The 'Shh' Technique"

This time, the breath guided by the heat flow became longer and more subtle, as if it were slowly and silently "hissing" out from below Ji Wenfeng's ribs, along the side of his body.

He felt a slight pulling sensation, followed by a stretching and relaxation in his side abdomen. The airflow, though gentle, carried a refreshing, cleansing quality. Zhao Xiaochui patiently repeated the guiding words, "Hu," "Xu," "Hu," "Xu"... The warm current precisely traced the breathing path and power direction of each word within Ji Wenfeng's body.

Zhao Xiaochui's attention was highly focused. He could clearly "see" every subtle movement of the heat flow in Ji Wenfeng's body and feel the body's response to this guidance.

Ji Wenfeng's body was like a sponge, greedily absorbing this new breathing pattern.

The heat flow imprinted the breathing method of the Six Healing Sounds directly into the depths of his physiological mechanism, bypassing his social anxiety and autism at the conscious level.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui withdrew all the heat from his body and slowly released his hand.

Ji Wenfeng also put away his frightened expression, slowly got up, and felt his new body.

Finally, his expression changed, showing surprise, confusion, and bewilderment.

At this moment, Sister Hua hurriedly walked in from outside the door, carrying an exquisite basket filled with various single essential oils.

After thanking Sister Hua, Zhao Xiaochui picked out two bottles of essential oil and opened them.

"You know your own acupoints, right? You have a good grasp of basic massage theory, right?"

Even if Ji Wenfeng was socially awkward and withdrawn, no matter what state he was immersed in, he would know what Zhao Xiaochui had done to him at this moment.

Hearing this, he nodded and said woodenly, "I know them, no problem."

Zhao Xiaochui applied the essential oil in his hand to Ji Wenfeng's thumbs.

"Immorhizium anisopliae essential oil, diluted with base oil to less than 10%. Core function: powerfully removes blood stasis and promotes nerve tissue regeneration; Traditional Chinese medicine corresponding function: invigorates blood circulation and unblocks meridians, mainly targeting traumatic blood stasis."

"Next, you'll have to do it yourself!"

Zhao Xiaochui stared intently at him and said, word by word:

"The Technique of Vigorous Exercise and the Sound of Exhalation"

"Use your thumbs to massage."

"Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian".

"Fengchi acupoint".

Upon hearing the instruction, Ji Wenfeng tilted his head to think, and after recalling the location of the acupoints, he clumsily placed his hands on them.

"Activate your internal energy!" Zhao Xiaochui shouted.

Ji Wenfeng's body trembled, and a look of fear appeared on his face. He quickly adjusted his breathing.

"..." My eyes are sore and swollen!

He hadn't felt anything there in a long time!

Do you still have essential oils?

Upon hearing the question, Ji Wenfeng quickly checked his thumb and found it was dry, so he shook his head.

Frankincense essential oil, diluted with 10% carrier oil. Core effects: nerve repair + microcirculation improvement; Traditional Chinese medicine correspondence: clears the orifices and brightens the eyes, enters the liver meridian.

"The Technique of Exhaling and Exhaling".

"Use your thumbs to massage."

"Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian".

"Taixi acupoint".

Ji Wenfeng quickly located the acupoints on his ankle, adjusted his breathing, and pressed his hands on them.

"..."

Ji Wenfeng only withdrew his hand when his thumb became dry again.

"Tell me the correct ratio based on how well your body absorbs it?"

Zhao Xiaochui's voice came again.

Ji Wenfeng opened and closed his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

"What's wrong? Didn't you feel it?"

Ji Wenfeng shrank his neck and shook his head repeatedly: "Eternal...immortelle and frankincense, 2:1."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui nodded to Sister Hua, who was watching the commotion from the side.

Sister Hua quickly took out a dropper and a measuring cup and swiftly completed the preparation of the customized essential oil.

Zhao Xiaochui handed a small bottle of essential oil to Ji Wenfeng:
"Activate the Qigong on the Qingming, Zanzhu, and Taiyang acupoints, and finish the Six-Character Formula. Use up this bottle of essential oil."

Ji Wenfeng took the essential oil bottle. The cold glass made him shrink back. He didn't move immediately, but first brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed it curiously.

A refreshing herbal scent mixed with a faint woody aroma wafted into his nostrils, slightly relaxing his tense nerves. However, the thought of his terrifying boss beside him quickly forced him to adopt a serious demeanor.

As instructed, first drop the essential oil onto your fingertips, then carefully press it onto the Qingming acupoint.

With gentle kneading of his fingertips, he began to circulate his energy. He took a deep breath, his abdomen rising, and then, with the pressing of his fingertips, he silently exhaled the breath of the "Hu" mantra.

A deep sense of relaxation spread inward from the corners of my eyes.

Next, we'll look at the Zanzhu point and the temples.

Ji Wenfeng's movements became increasingly fluid. He no longer needed to think deliberately; the heat had etched the breathing pattern of the "Six Healing Sounds" into his very bones.

With each breath, the essential oils penetrated and acupoints were stimulated, allowing his eye muscles to relax more deeply. He felt the skin around his eyes become warm, and his blood circulation seemed to accelerate.

The small bottle of essential oil was quickly emptied. As the last drop was absorbed around his eyes, his thumb became dry. He closed his eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of refreshment and comfort.

He slowly and cautiously opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a blurry green, but soon the blurriness begins to fade.

Ji Wenfeng's pupils dilated slightly as he stared at the potted green ivy, motionless.

Green, so vibrant, so tangible.

He instinctively reached out to touch it, but stopped in mid-air.

When his fingertips were still ten centimeters away from the leaf, he could clearly see the pale blue veins on the back of his hand and the tiny calluses on the edges of his nails.

Those marks weren't from the guests' bodies being rubbed raw; they were from playing the piano.

He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, with his parents standing behind him, watching with satisfaction as his fingertips danced across the piano keys.

At this moment, Ji Wenfeng was in tears.

(End of this chapter)