Chapter 261: One Yang Dragon Beard Needle

Zhang Jun's heart moved, and he used the technique of gazing to observe this person, only to see a flash of white air between his brows, and thought to himself: "Looking at this person's appearance, the official is small and powerful, could it be the secretary of some high-ranking official?" ?”

Thinking of this, he said: "It can be cured. Acupuncture plus massage can heal within a week."

The one surnamed Zhong was very surprised, and said: "Brother, can I be present when you treat the uncle?"

Zhang Jun smiled slightly and said, "Of course."

The young man handed over a business card with only a phone number on it and no other information. Then he ate something in a hurry, got in the car and left.

Watching the Audi go away, the boss suddenly said to Zhang Jun, "Fugui, do you know who that person was just now?"

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Could it be the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary?"

The boss was stunned: "You know?"

Zhang Jun chuckled and said, "It's just a wild guess."

The boss said: "He is Zhong Wei, the secretary of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary. Although his rank is not high, he is deeply relied on by the secretary. He has a lot of power at hand. He is a veritable No. 2 chief."

After eating, Zhang Jun said to Uncle Gu: "Uncle Gu, last time I heard that your ancestors were Chinese medicine practitioners? Do you have golden needles in your family? If you have golden needles, I can help you heal your injuries now."

Zhang Jun and Shui Gen often came to eat, and chatted with Uncle Gu when they were free. They knew that his ancestor was an imperial physician, but unfortunately the family inheritance was cut off during the Cultural Revolution. His grandfather and father, who were skilled in medicine, were beaten to death. It was also copied.

Hearing the question, Uncle Gu thought for a while and said: "All the belongings were confiscated back then, but my grandfather secretly buried his medical box in the yard and preserved it. After the Cultural Revolution, I dug the box out, and there There seems to be a gold needle."

Zhang Jun said: "Well, I will go to your house tonight to help you heal your injuries."

Uncle Gu was very sorry: "Xiao Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you at such a late hour."

"You are too polite, Uncle Gu. Next time I eat braised pork, buy one and get one free." He joked.

The boss and Shuigen returned to the factory first, while Zhang Jun helped Uncle Gu close the stall, and then they returned to his home together. Gu Bo's home is not far from here, it takes only 20 minutes to walk there.

The Gubo family's house looks very old, with tall walls and large doors, it should have been built before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Gu Bo's wife passed away, and his two sons were also working in other places, so he was the only one in the family. The money he earned from setting up a stall was enough for his own expenses, and he never asked his son for money, so he lived a carefree life.

The yard was dirty and messy, with dogs, cats, a goat, and several rabbits. Fortunately, it was late at night, and these animals all returned to their nests to rest.

Uncle Gu was very embarrassed and said, "Fugui, I made you laugh. I am alone at home, and I am usually too lonely, so I raised so many little ones as companions, making the yard very messy."

Zhang Jun smiled "hehe" and said, "That's good. When I get old, I will definitely have more things to raise than Gu Bo."

After talking, he entered the room, and the room was clean. Uncle Gu asked Zhang Jun to sit down, and then took out a rosewood medicine box from the bedroom. It was full of ancient sites and many places were old and damaged, but it could be seen that the materials were very elegant, which is not something ordinary doctors can have.

Gu Bo opened the medicine box, and took out a delicate small wooden box and a larger jade box from it.

Zhang Jun held the wooden box in his hand, and it was extremely heavy. The material of the wooden box was also sandalwood, which was of better quality than the medicine box, and its gloss and hardness far exceeded the former.

He asked, "Uncle Gu, have you never opened this box?"

Gu Bo shook his head: "When I was young, I hated Chinese medicine very much. If my grandfather and father hadn't learned Chinese medicine, they wouldn't have been beaten to death on the street as ghosts and monsters. So I never touched these things. But when I was young, I often saw my grandfather playing with them. This wooden box, he said, contained needles."

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and said: "By the way, I once heard from my father that this kind of needle seems to be called a dragon's beard needle. It is very difficult to use, and the average person cannot use it at all."

Zhang Jun sighed. In fact, he had already seen through the wooden box, and there were thirty-six dragon beard needles neatly stacked inside. As for the Dragon Beard Needle, he had heard about it from Hua Buyi, and it was exactly as what Gu Bo said, this needle is extremely precious, there is only one set in this world.

The origin of the Dragon Beard Needle can no longer be tested. It is only known that the person who uses this needle must at least have the cultivation level of Huajin and a profound knowledge of acupuncture. Before use, the needle body is curled and hidden in the needle handle, which is convenient to carry.

Opening the wooden box, he randomly picked up a dragon whisker needle to observe. The needle is made of pure gold and has a cylindrical handle with an engraved image of a dragon. Under the needle handle, there is a part like a sword handle, which is hollow inside, and the needle body is stored inside, in a curled state.

With a little effort by Zhang Jun, the curly golden needle instantly became straight, as thin as a hair. Afterwards, he used several strengths in succession, and the golden needle oscillated in different ways.

After trying it for a while, he said, "Uncle Gu, your set of needles is a good thing, very precious."

Uncle Gu smiled and said, "Fugui, if you cure my illness, this needle will be given to you."

Zhang Jun smiled "hehe" and said, "How can that be done? How about it, I'll buy Uncle Gu fifty thousand yuan."

Uncle Gu was taken aback. Could this set of needles be worth 50,000 yuan? He asked carefully: "Fugui, you are not joking with Uncle Gu, are you?"

"This needle is really not worth much in the hands of ordinary people. It can be sold for gold at most. But in the hands of experts, it is a good thing, and it is hard to find." Zhang Jun said truthfully.

Uncle Gu thought for a while, and said, "Fugui, I know you won't lie, so how about it, thirty thousand yuan, Uncle Gu will give it to you."

An old man with a low income can give up 20,000 yuan at once, which is already very generous. Zhang Jun didn't want to take advantage of him, so he waved his hand: "I said 50,000 is 50,000, so don't be too polite."

The old man couldn't compete with Zhang Jun, and in the end, according to Zhang Jun's statement, he sold a whole set of dragon beard needles for 50,000 yuan.

There was also a jade box, Zhang Jun didn't open it, and said to Uncle Gu, "Uncle Gu, there are acupuncture books in the jade box, it's useless for you to keep it, just give it to me."

Inside the jade box is a thread-bound book, which introduces how to use the dragon's beard needle. Under Zhang Jun's perspective, he found that the exquisiteness of this set of acupuncture seems to be beyond the reach of the Da Luo Shen Needle, and he was greatly shocked.

He speculated that there must have been a master-level medical power in the ancestors of the ancient family, or he had been passed down by a great medical master.

Opening the jade box, Zhang Jun took out the dragon beard needle book, but left the jade box behind, saying: "Uncle Gu, this jade is a good thing. The top-quality Hetian jade can be sold for hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands."

Uncle Gu was both surprised and happy: "It's so valuable? Then I have to keep it and ask an expert another day."

Next, Zhang Jun used the dragon's beard needle to give Gu Bo acupuncture, and then used the nine strengths of medicine to massage and massage him. An hour later, Gu Bo felt warm in his shoulders, and his pain eased a lot.

"Uncle Gu, I will come back tomorrow, and it will be cured in three to five days."

Gu Bo was very happy, and said with a smile: "Fugui, thank you so much. This injury has been with me for most of my life, and it has always made me very distressed. Now it is finally resolved, and I feel really happy."

After bidding farewell to Uncle Gu, Zhang Jun returned to the factory, and then spent the whole night studying the spectrum of dragon beard needles. He finally concluded that the dragon's beard needle spectrum was indeed very clever and inspired him a lot.

"The dragon beard acupuncture method seems to be particularly suitable for the one-yang heart method. Is there any connection between the two?" He really wanted to catch Taoist Tianchi and ask him, but it was a pity that the old dragon couldn't see the end. Hard to meet.

With this thought in mind, he began to perform the dragon beard needling method with the Yiyang Xin method. Gradually, the heart method and the acupuncture method became more and more perfect, and in the end it was as if it was tailor-made, round and free.

"Okay! This acupuncture method will be called Yiyang acupuncture from now on, and it has its own advantages and disadvantages from the master's Daluo needle. From now on, my Shennongmen will have another unique skill!" He was in a good mood and decided to use the golden light of the Buddha's eyes Completely cured Gu Bo's disease as a reward.

The next day, he found time to go to Uncle Gu's house again, and before going out, he called Zhong Wei.

After Zhang Jun treated Uncle Gu, he waited for about ten minutes before Zhong Wei arrived. Behind him was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had a strong aura, and he looked like he had been in a high position for a long time.

Secretary Zhong smiled slightly: "Brother, this is our leader. Don't you mind coming over to see your treatment?"

Zhang Jundao: "Of course I don't mind. It is my honor to meet the Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee."

The middle-aged man was Secretary Zhou of the Xijiang Provincial Party Committee. He was not surprised to be found out, and said with a smile: "It seems that you can't hide your identity anywhere. Young man, I came to seek medical treatment from you. My injury is also on the shoulder. In fact, it was beaten when I was jumping in the queue, and I was in pain every night, and that feeling was simply tormenting."

Zhang Jun looked as usual, and said: "Secretary Zhou, you should have an expert medical team, why come to see a wild doctor like me?"

Secretary Zhong said: "This brother, even the experts in Beijing can't do anything about the boss's injury. But I see that the brother is extraordinary, he is either a strange man in the world or a hidden dragon in the market, so I persuaded the boss to come here to try his luck. Maybe it will be bright."

Zhang Jun asked curiously, "Do you know facial features?"

Secretary Zhong smiled: "As the secretary of the provincial party committee, I have to meet all kinds of people every day. After a long time, I have developed a pair of piercing eyes. I can tell whether the person is a real person or not."

Zhang Jun nodded and said, "It's a pity that you don't meet each other." After speaking, he motioned for Secretary Zhou to sit down.

After the examination, he said: "Secretary Zhou's illness was treated too late. When he was injured, he was not treated in time. As a result, he damaged his nerves and left serious sequelae, so this illness is not curable."

Secretary Zhong smiled and said, "Brother, if it's not curable, it doesn't mean it can't be cured, right?"

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "It can be cured, but I have to prepare some things, and I can start tomorrow."

"Okay!" Secretary Zhong was overjoyed, "I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow, please go to the municipal party committee compound to treat the boss."