The pastoral life of the grass tribe chief

Just as Lu Yao was about to tell the little girl that she was about to die, a Highlander drove up, and an elderly couple got out of the car.

The old man was over eighty years old, with white hair and eyebrows, and dressed in a simple yet expensive summer gray cotton and linen handmade Tang suit.

The younger one was a bit older than Lu Yao and Lu Jiming, around thirty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, wearing a summer linen and cotton martial arts outfit in the style of the Chinese dragon.

Lu Yao and the elderly couple exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

The old man and the young man exchanged a glance with Lu Yao before quickly walking toward the little girl lying on the emergency stretcher.

The medical staff seemed to have great respect for the elderly and children. When they saw an elderly person walking over, they would respectfully step aside with delight.

The old man took the little girl's pulse, and his expression turned extremely serious.

"Grandpa, Tongtong..."

The young man's expression changed as he looked at the old man's.

"Qingfeng, bring the golden needles."

The old man's expression changed from serious to solemn as he extended his palm to the young man.

"grandfather……"

The young man hesitated.

"Hurry, Tongtong's condition can't be delayed any longer."

The old man knew what the young man was worried about and did not blame him.

The young man took out a needle sheath from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took the needle sheath without the slightest hesitation, unfolded it, and saw that it contained twelve gold needles.

The golden needle was nothing special, but when the old man took it in his hand, Lu Yao saw a strange light flash at the tip of the needle.

At the same time, the old man's eye twitched slightly.

The old man took a deep breath, and then, with dazzling skill, inserted eleven needles into various acupoints on the girl's body, face, and head.

The old man was still holding the last needle in his hand, but he had clearly run out of strength, and his body was trembling, and he might fall down at any moment.

The young man's expression of pain was even more intense than the little girl's.

Their lineage of Taoist medicine and acupuncture emphasizes the importance of a single breath of vital energy. If one cannot replenish their vital energy midway through the process, all previous efforts will be in vain.

He knew better than anyone that his grandfather's acupuncture treatment had failed.

Failure would mean that neither his grandfather nor the little girl would survive.

He was about to say something when suddenly something appeared in his hand.

He looked down and saw a small, transparent medicine bottle filled with liquid.

Then he looked at Lu Yao, who had somehow appeared beside him.

Lu Yaochong smiled and nodded.

The young man opened the bottle and immediately felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy rushing towards him, which invigorated him.

He looked at Lu Yao with mixed feelings of surprise and delight, then held it to the old man's lips.

The old man's spirits lifted, he glanced at Lu Yao, and drank the entire bottle of liquid.

The next moment, a glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and his aura became much stronger.

The others didn't feel anything, but the young man and Lu Yao knew that the old man's cultivation had improved.

The old man took out the eleven gold needles he had used earlier and began to apply the acupuncture again.

This time it went very smoothly, and all twelve needles were administered in one go.

The old man was soaked to the bone and looked exhausted.

The young man quickly helped the elderly man up.

As the pain on the little girl's face gradually disappeared, the old man finally smiled with relief.

Hilton Hotel, Presidential Suite.

The old man, the young man, and Lu Yao sat facing each other.

"My name is Cao Zhonglin, and this is my grandson, Cao Qingfeng."

"Thank you, young friend, for saving my and Tongtong's lives."

The old man was about to kneel down and bow to Lu Yao.

The old man had used eleven acupuncture needles, exhausting all his internal energy, and was on the verge of exhaustion. Lu Yao's bottle of spiritual spring water not only improved his cultivation but also added ten years to his lifespan.

This also enabled him to administer the twelfth acupuncture, saving the little girl's life.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it saved both of their lives.

Even young people had to kneel and worship Lu Yao.

"Old Cao, you're making this junior shorten his lifespan."

Lu Yao quickly helped the grandmother and grandson up, preventing them from kneeling before him.

After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them took their seats one after another.

"Young friend, what is your esteemed name, and which school of thought do you follow?"

The old man asked Lu Yao with a respectful expression.

"Old Cao, you don't need to be so polite with me. Just treat me as a junior and call me Lu Yao, or Xiao Yao."

"As for my lineage, it's not that I don't want to tell Elder Cao, it's that I can't tell Elder Cao."

Lu Yao respected Cao Zhonglin greatly; otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice the spiritual spring to save him.

He could tell that Cao Zhonglin had a chronic illness and wouldn't live long, but Cao Zhonglin still risked his life to save the little girl.

Regardless of Cao Zhonglin's relationship with the little girl, his courage deserves our respect.

If it were him, he might not have had that courage.

"Then I'll take advantage of my age and call you Little Yao."

Cao Zhonglin didn't mind at all. Some reclusive masters don't like to be disturbed while cultivating in seclusion, and they instruct their disciples not to reveal their identities or whereabouts.

"Elder Cao, your Taoist medicine is so skilled, may I ask which school of Taoism you belong to, or is it a family tradition?"

Lu Yao didn't want the other party to know his background, but he was deeply impressed by the other party's Taoist medical acupuncture techniques. If he could learn them, he would have another skill to save people in the future.

"Our Cao family's Taoist medicine tradition comes from the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist sect and has been passed down for over a hundred years."

"It's just that our talents are limited, and each generation is worse than the last, which is a disgrace to our ancestors."

Cao Zhonglin said with shame.

Lu Yao hasn't even touched the threshold of the Grass Clan's inheritance yet, but Traditional Chinese Medicine is derived from Taoist Medicine. He has read a lot of medical books and has some understanding of Taoist Medicine.

Taoist medicine originates from the five arts of Taoism: mountain medicine, fate, physiognomy, and divination.

Mountain arts are the foremost of the five arts of Taoist medicine, encompassing health preservation, esoteric practices, talismans, martial arts, and esoteric texts, with the philosophies of Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi as their main components.

Medical skills are modern medical care, but they are somewhat different from ordinary medical care. They use prescriptions, acupuncture, spiritual healing, and other methods to treat diseases and strengthen the body.

The art of destiny is the art of divination, such as Zi Wei Dou Shu, Zi Ping divination, and Xing Ping Hui Hai.

Physiognomy is a form of physiognomy that includes face reading, name analysis, feng shui, and so on.

Divination is the art of divination, including fortune-telling, selecting auspicious dates, and analyzing situations. The classic texts include Qimen Dunjia, Dayi Shenshu, and Duanyi.

The sea of ​​knowledge is boundless.

The same applies to traditional Chinese medicine.

A person's lifespan is limited. In the Taoist Five Arts, it is already a sign of extraordinary talent to master even one of them in one's lifetime. Those who can master all five arts are extremely rare, and can be counted on one's fingers throughout history.

After hearing this, Lu Yao didn't mention the idea of ​​learning Taoist medicine and acupuncture to Cao Zhonglin.

If it were a family tradition, Cao Zhonglin would be the head of the family. He saved Cao Zhonglin's life, and in order to repay the debt of gratitude, he might teach him Taoist medicine and acupuncture techniques.

The Cao family's Taoist medical practices are all inherited from the Taoist tradition, so it's not something he, as the head of the family, can decide on.

"Xiao Yao, do you work in Huacheng?"

Cao Zhonglin asked.

"No, I raise fish and farm at home. I came to look at cars today."

Lu Yaodao.

"Judging from your accent, are you from Lingdong?"

Cao Zhonglin asked again.

"Yes, Fengli County, Lingdong."

Lu Yaodao.

"Didn't you notice that my accent is somewhat similar to yours?"

Cao Zhonglin asked with a smile.

"Was Old Cao also an immigrant from southern Guangdong who came to Qingcheng Mountain?"

Lu Yao immediately realized what was happening.

During the previous dynasty, many people migrated from southern Guangdong to Sichuan and Chongqing.

Lu Yao heard that many people from Sichuan and Chongqing had accents similar to those from his hometown. When he asked, he learned that their ancestors had migrated from the Lingdong area. Their ancestral genealogies clearly recorded where they came from, and many of them would return to their ancestral home to pay respects to their ancestors during the Qingming Festival and the Double Ninth Festival.