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Sympathy.

Extremely happy.

It was a laugh that could only be understood between two foxes, an old man and a young one.

Gao Ming's heart for Yang Bingquan is sincerely admired this time.

The reason why Gao Ming proposed to learn the twelve needles of replenishment was naturally to integrate the essence of this skill into the life-sustaining divine needle, hoping to go further in acupuncture. Of course, he is also ready to be rejected, and it is human nature that other people's treasures can be easily given to you.

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't even think about it, so he agreed.

Obviously, he didn't think there was anything wrong with handing over the twelve injections to Gao Ming.

"Grandpa, this must not be done!" Yang Runqing couldn't help but be anxious, and stood up and said.

"What's not to do, do you think Lao Tzu will definitely lose?" Yang Bingquan's face turned cold, glared at Changsun, and shouted.

But they sighed silently in their hearts, no wonder they all said that this eldest grandson still needs to be honed, it seems that it is not only a matter of medical skills, but also a matter of broad-mindedness.

Whether it is the Yang family's ancestral twelve needles of catharsis, or the secret life-sustaining divine needle of Gao Ming's sect, they are the essence of the civilization of the Chinese nation for thousands of years and are the treasures of mankind. At Yang Bingquan's age, although he still adheres to some traditions, his views on the portal are no longer as serious as before.

All this is because of the decline of traditional Chinese medicine, due to the rise of Western medicine with short treatment time and quick effect, traditional Chinese medicine in China is Wang Xiaoer's New Year--- year is not as good as a year, with the age of aging, the number of people who trust Chinese medicine is getting smaller and smaller, seeing that in more than ten years, Chinese medicine may only become a term in the history books, how can this phenomenon not make Yang Bingquan and Jia Xingwang, who are responsible for the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, worry about their predecessors?

If the banner of traditional Chinese medicine is fallen, and the skin does not have hair, what is the use of each family's little thing guarding itself?

Their so-called challenge this time is not so much a bet between old friends, but a deep exchange and integration of various inheritances, that is, to break down barriers, and the children of each family have the opportunity to come into contact with the inheritance skills of each family's secret inheritance and never regard people.

The Jia family's diagnosis technique, the Yang family's twelve needles of supplementation, and the Li family's orthopedic massage, in fact, the old men are all interested in taking it out for the children of each family to study, and they only hope that there will be outstanding talents to stand up and help them carry the banner of traditional Chinese medicine.

Of course, as long as it is human, it has selfish intentions. Because the economic tide swept everything, the children of the Chinese medicine family did not choose to learn this ancient skill, resulting in the fact that there are not too top-notch talents among the children of each family, and only the Yang family's Yang Run liquidation is the most outstanding among them.

But now it seems that it is indeed far behind.

Thinking about this section, Yang Bingquan's heart was even more smooth, and he smiled at Gao Ming, and said: "It's not difficult to learn to replenish the twelve needles, but you have to win a few of our old men first." ”

Gao Ming was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously: "Wait, old man, didn't you say that you were the one?" How did it change a few more? ”

"Hehe, can I change my mind?" Yang Bingquan laughed, slapped his palm, and shouted outside the door: "Brother, come out, let's compete with our High Needle King." ”

With a sound, the door was pushed open, led by an old man in a long robe, and four old men with white beards rushed in through the door.

I went, I was bullied by the group, and it was still a group of old men. Gao Ming thought sadly.

"Grandpa Jia, Grandpa Li。。。。。。" Yang Runqing hurriedly took Yang Runze to greet the four old men who came in one by one.

These people are all champions in the Chinese medicine industry in the capital, and each of them will not be much worse than Yang Bingquan.

I have to say that Yang Runqing still has the demeanor of a child of a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and he handles every Taidou etiquette very well.

It's a pity that not everyone is as "polite" as he is.

I saw that Gao Ming was very not big or small, and even very rude, Chong, who was also at the level of an imperial doctor, asked casually: "Hey, you are also here, and you want to compare with me today?" ”

Arrogant? No matter how high your medical skills are, you can't treat your seniors with such an attitude, just like your elders. Yang Runqing finally regained a few traces of balance. Even, a little gloating in his heart, waiting for Gao Ming to be reprimanded by the old man.

Because of the inheritance of skills, in the Chinese medicine industry that still strictly adheres to the ancient tradition, you have to listen to the teacher when you are trained by the teacher, not to mention an old-timer who is a grandfather.

Unexpectedly, Yang Runqing was stunned and no longer felt that he was losing to a young man who was more than ten years younger than him.

Jia Xingwang, who nodded to him, heard Gao Ming's question, not only did not get angry, but replied respectfully with embarrassment: "Ahem, little uncle, I'm just here to watch the battle." ”

", little uncle?" Yang Runqing instantly felt that his head was a little insufficient, and he couldn't hold back for a while, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Dude, my brother likes men." The white fat man grinned evilly.

"Get out." Gao Ming can only slap this aside, people obviously have a comma in the middle, that's an interjection, not a verb, okay.

"Spectate! That's okay, just help me be a witness, don't let them form a group to bully me, I'm a good boy who respects the old and loves the young. Gao Ming said with a light smile.

"Of course, of course, with my Lao Jia here, who dares to bully my uncle?" The old man in the robe patted his chest in response.

Sure enough, it was a family, and several old men led by Yang Bingquan all glanced at the two heirs of the peerless medicine sect with "disdain".

It's okay if you don't bully others, but others bully you? Don't think that we don't know that you ate 500,000 yuan from the Yang family after you had a lunch. One is even more shameless, isn't this so-called challenge made by you as an old thing? If it weren't for the temptation of us with some kind of medical treatment and life-sustaining magic needle, we would have committed a few old men who are almost 400 years old to compete with a little guy in his twenties? It's a shame that you dare to be cheeky and say that you are here.

"Come, come, Uncle Xiao, you know Lao Yang, this is 。。。。。。。。" Seeing that several old friends were not good-looking, Jia Xingwang was obviously a little weak-hearted, he naturally couldn't let Gao Ming know that he was the initiator of this matter, and he was busy pulling the remaining white-bearded old men to introduce Gao Ming one by one.

Seeing that Gao Ming's attitude is still respectful, and he is not arrogant and rude because he is the successor of the life-sustaining divine needle, the attitude of several old men is also very kind, and they let go of Comrade Lao Jia, who turned his face and did not recognize people, for the time being.

My day, I was actually competing with an opponent at the level of a little ancestor? So what do I have to call him? Uncle Taishi? Yang Runqing was on the side, completely messy.