The three people in front of the "free clinic" walked up to the stage happily, as if they had won the first prize.

At this time, Miss Manners sent a box of silver needles and iodine wine for disinfection to Xuan Zhen Lao Dao and Wen Jun respectively. Considering that the patient may need to take off his clothes during acupuncture, a makeshift tent was set up in case of urgent needs.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao took out a rectangular purple sandalwood box one foot long, one inch high and one inch wide from his arms, and put it on the consultation table. Xuan Zhen Lao Dao carefully opened the lid of the sandalwood box, only to see a golden light burst out from it, fleeting.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao unhurriedly took out a golden needle from it.

"'Wudang Golden Needle'?" Chen Xiaonan's eyes were suddenly flashed by the golden light, and a terrifying low scream unconsciously came out of his throat. "This is the cherished thing of a generation of 'holy masters' Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren."

Although Chen Xiaonan's voice was very low, it still did not escape the ears of Xuan Zhen's old man. Hehe, I didn't expect to meet someone who knows the goods in this place in Suzhou City, he thought proudly.

The so-called "heroes cherish heroes", Xuan Zhen couldn't help but glance in the direction where Chen Xiaonan was, and threw him an appreciative wink.

Wen Jun's understanding of the "Wudang Golden Needle" also came from where his sister Li Ruxue knew. It is said that the ancestor Li Daoheng also respected it very much.

Murong Wenyao's expression froze, and his entire body suddenly became stiff. In her mind, she still clearly remembers that there is such a passage recorded in the book "Huaxia Acupuncture": 'Wudang Golden Needle' is the three major artifacts in Huaxia acupuncture and moxibustion that go hand in hand with 'Gentleman's Golden Needle' and 'Lady's Golden Needle'......

She thought uneasily, although Wen Jun knew the "Xuantian Divine Needle Method", he didn't have an artifact like the "Wudang Golden Needle", how could he be the opponent of Xuanzhen Lao Dao?

It's like a swordsman, although he knows a set of unfathomable swordsmanship, but he doesn't have a satisfactory sword in his hand, and when he encounters a rival of equal strength, he obviously suffers a dark loss.

Wen Jun had never used the "Lady Golden Needle" in front of Murong Wenyao, how did she know that he also had an artifact to help?

"What disease?" Xuan Zhen asked the patient sitting at the consultation table while dipping a cotton swab into iodine wine, and then applied it to the "Wudang Golden Needle".

"If I knew what the disease was, would I still need to see a doctor?" The middle-aged fat man with a body like a potato replied aggrievedly.

"Haha......" The crowd erupted in a burst of unbridled laughter.

It's no wonder that Xuan Zhen is old-fashioned, after all, he hasn't seen a doctor for decades, and he is inevitably a little unfamiliar with the "four diagnoses" of Chinese medicine "looking, smelling, asking, and cutting".

He frowned, grimaced with an old face, and asked again, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

"The body is easily tired, I always want to sleep, my whole body is weak, my waist and legs are sore......"

The middle-aged fat man was still chattering, and Xuan Zhen interrupted him coldly: "Take off your shirt." ”

The middle-aged fat man looked around and asked hypocritically, "Ah, here?" Dao Chief, can you enter the tent? ”

"Rory, are you still a man?" Xuan Zhen glanced at the fat man, and scolded angrily, "Can you take it off?" If you don't take it off, get out! ”

The potato-like middle-aged fat man was so aggrieved that he almost shed tears, he was covered in fat, how could he show it to the public? However, as the saying goes, "People are under the roof and have to bow their heads", who makes themselves sick?

The fat man took off his shirt full of grievances, and suddenly a bunch of white fat appeared in front of everyone.

"Haha, no wonder the whole body is weak, and the waist and legs are sore. If I were like this, I would have a sore back and weak legs, and I would not have good sex......"

"Don't laugh at him, I think you're about to be like that......"

Hearing the ridicule from the audience, the fat man secretly greeted the eighteenth generation ancestors of the Ji family in his heart.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao stood up, with the "Wudang Divine Needle" between the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand, walked to the back of the middle-aged fat man, took a deep breath, identified the "Fengmen Acupoint", and quickly pierced the golden needle.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao's eyes were slightly closed, and he silently recited the "Tai Chi" mantra in his heart, and a powerful internal force slowly rose from the dantian, and passed through his fingers to the tip of the "Wudang Golden Needle".

Under the influence of this internal force, the "Wudang Golden Needle" suddenly became scorching, like a hot burning stick, wantonly transmitting heat in the middle-aged man's "Fengmen Acupoint".

"Ouch, hot, hot...... The heat died. The middle-aged man suddenly screamed.

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao let the fat man scream again and again until half an hour later. The three fingers gently twisted the gold needle, slowly turned to the right for 7749 circles, stayed for a cigarette for a while, and then turned 7749 circles to the left before stopping.

The middle-aged fat man immediately changed his words and laughed: "Haha...... Itchy, itchy...... Haha......"

Xuan Zhen Lao Dao ignored the fat man's laughter, and his three fingers tightly clamped the golden needle, unmoved.

"Haha, that's funny!"

"Acupuncture is like this, it must be very painful."

Acupuncture is the quintessence of China. What is the quintessence of the country? The quintessence of the country is an ancient and mysterious thing that has been shelved by later generations, and can only be viewed from a distance and cannot be touched at close range.

Most of the audience saw the process of acupuncture for the first time, and their curiosity filled their brains, some of them were surprised, and some even couldn't help laughing...... Of course, there is also a little bit of fear written on their faces.

A quarter of an hour later, Xuan Zhen Lao Dao struck again. I saw him holding the gold needle with three fingers, first slowly pulling out the gold needle, and then slowly piercing it when he was about to reach the acupoint, and so on and so forth.

After seventy-seven and forty-nine times, the speed of the golden needle in and out of the acupoint became faster and faster, and in the end, the audience could only see countless phantoms flashing in front of their eyes, and they couldn't tell which was the golden needle and which was the finger?

"Ahh Acid, acid...... Hot, hot, sour and hot......" the fat man screamed constantly. He who hears only his voice thinks that he is in pain; When I saw his expression, I felt that he seemed to enjoy it very much.

This is an extremely complex behavior. Just like when a man loves a woman, a man sweats like rain, his waist is sore, his legs are weak, but he works hard, and the woman is hit and screams constantly, but she is willing to do it.

After another quarter of an hour, Xuan Zhen Lao Dao pulled the golden needle out of the "Fengmen Acupoint". He let out a long sigh, his forehead already covered with fine droplets of sweat.

"Put on your clothes." Xuan Zhen said a little tiredly.

At this time, the fat man collapsed like a puddle of soft mud and slipped directly from the chair to the ground, like a man who had just rolled the sheets, panting and sweating profusely.

This dead fat man, looking like this, wouldn't it damage his medical skills? Xuan Zhen Lao Dao frowned, held his arm up with one hand, and scolded: "Fat pig, get up and take a walk." ”

The fat man was carried by Xuan Zhen's old arm, and involuntarily stood up and walked a few steps around him.

"Huh!" He screamed softly.