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"What a greedy guy!" The two girls shouted out their hearts at the same time. Fan Wuxian smiled, and said in his heart I not only want to drink milk and eat bread, but also drink soy milk, drink juice, drink beer and coffee, as for the things to eat, there are more, beauties are like food, of course, the more the merrier.

But when he thought about it, the expression on his face became a little obscene, and the two girls felt that Fan Wuxian was now looking like he was underbeaten, and it really looked like he rushed up to use violent means against him.

Chen Jingchu rarely had a tacit understanding with Feng Ping, the two girls looked at each other and smiled, but they quickly pouted, after all, the knot in the morning has not been removed, Chen Jingchu has always suspected that Feng Ping ran to Fan Wuxi's room to sleep last night, so it is naturally impossible to abandon her past suspicions.

But when she was paying attention to Fan Wuxi, she found that he had put the needle box of rosewood on the dining table, and couldn't help but ask with some curiosity,

"No disease, why do you carry this box with you at all times? How much of a hassle? Fan Wuxian stretched out his hand, touched the needle box, and said seriously,

"The elder gave it, and he didn't dare to resign. This is a family heirloom given to me by my master, how can I just put it on the shelf? Master's original intention in giving this thing to me was to hope that I could carry it forward, right? As soon as Feng Ping saw the hard rosewood needle box, the expression on her face became a little unnatural, she could easily think of the embarrassing scene when she was with Fan Wuxi last night, although she said that she intended to tease Fan Wuxi, but the person who played with fire**, on the contrary, she was tossed by Fan Wuxian for a whole night.

\\\\\ woke up in the morning with two big dark circles under my eyes, and now I'm only getting a little better.

Thinking of being the same as the rosewood needle box, the same hard and small Fan, Feng Ping felt a little itchy in her heart, and there was an indescribable uncomfortable feeling on her body, so she wanted to take Fan Wuxian into her arms.

"Oh, that's right." Chen Jingchu nodded. Stretched out his hand and took the glass that had been high from the side, which was full of a glass of water, and handed it to Fan Wuxi, who was eating bread, and said with a concerned face,

"No disease, come and drink some water, be careful not to choke." Fan Wuxian took the cup from Chen Jingchu's hand.

I feel very relieved inside. As soon as he raised his neck, he poured half a cup down, and as a result, he felt a hot flame churning out of his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out everything he drank in one gulp, only to realize that what he drank was not boiled water, but white wine.

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"Damn, it's liquor!" Fan Wuxi was stimulated by the smell of liquor and choked on coughing. Feng Ping hurriedly ran over and kept patting Fan Wuxian on the back.

Pounding his chest, he was very caring, but Fan Wuxian choked on the liquor. I couldn't speak for a while, and it was very uncomfortable.

The liquor that was sprayed out by Fan Wuxian spilled on the dining table, and Fang Cai Fengping hurriedly knocked over the remaining wine in the glass, and the liquor on the entire table flowed everywhere, soaking the tablecloth.

There were still a lot of things on the table, but the two girls didn't care about these things, and gathered around Fan Wuxian to ask him nervously.

After a long time. Fan Wuxian came to his senses. I drank some mushroom and beef porridge and cleared my throat.

Then he said with some frustration,

"It must have been yesterday that I didn't pour out the rest of the wine, it's really decaying!"

"I didn't know it was liquor,----" Chen Jingchu said with some embarrassment.

"I'll be boiled water in the future. \\\\\”

"Why don't you taste it yourself first?" Feng Ping complained a lot. Chen Jingchu also felt very embarrassed, how could he not think that the glass was not water but wine, how could he see the difference on the surface?

In addition, the aroma of the food on the table has covered the taste of liquor, and if you don't taste it yourself, you really don't know that the cup is full of liquor.

So Chen Jingchu looked at the culprit's cup with some annoyance, and the cup had already been knocked over at this time, huh?

Chen Jingchu suddenly discovered a problem, that is, the rosewood needle box that Fan Wuxian brought over, was soaked in wine, and it actually oozed a blood-red color, dyeing the snow-white tablecloth red!

"What's going on? How so?! Chen Jingchu pointed to the needle box on the table with some surprise, as well as the blood oozing out, and asked Fan Wuxian and Feng Ping.

When Feng Ping saw the situation on the table, she was immediately startled, and with a bang, she fell into Fan Wuxi's arms.

Chen Jingchu was suddenly very jealous, and said in her heart that the two of them must have a leg, otherwise how could they suddenly become so close, so she also ran to Fan Wuxi's side, pulled Fan Wuxi's arm, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

=Novel 520 debut== Fan Wuxian was suddenly a little embarrassed, if it was a beauty who threw himself into his arms, it was exactly what he couldn't ask for, but two beauties who were very contradictory to each other threw their arms to themselves at the same time, which is very problematic, at least a trouble.

"I'll see what's going on." Fan Wuxian finally broke free from Feng Ping and Chen Jingchu's arms and legs, carefully picked up the needle box, and immediately found that there were bloodshot reddish-purple traces in the wine on the table.

What's going on? Fan Wuxian thought about it for a while, and then he understood. To identify the authenticity of rosewood, it is to rely on alcohol, generally with a cotton ball dipped in a little alcohol, and then gently rub on the surface of the rosewood, if the cotton ball becomes purple-red, then it is the real rosewood, or the sawdust of the rosewood is soaked in alcohol, if there are blood-red silk strips at the end, it means that this is the real rosewood.

Of course, this is the identification method for the old red sandalwood, if it is a new red sandalwood, it will also fade when soaked in water, but the old red sandalwood will not fade in the water.

"As soon as rosewood encounters alcohol, it will naturally fade, which is normal." Fan Wuxian briefly explained the reason to the two girls, then picked up the needle box and wiped the water stains on the surface with a paper towel.

When he looked at this needle box again, Fan Wuxian found a little unusual change, the rosewood box, now it doesn't seem to be made of a whole piece of wood, one end of the long box, there seems to be a wooden strip used to seal the gap, originally because of the age, it looks like a whole, and now it is soaked in alcohol, and the dirt on the surface is removed, revealing the fine seams.

Is there something in this? Fan Wuxi immediately moved his mind, you must know that ancient people often liked to do things that others didn't expect to keep some secrets, or did this rosewood needle box also hide any secrets?

When Fan Wuxi thought of this, he felt a little excited in his heart, so he went to the kitchen to find some tools and wanted to pry off the sealed wooden strips.

The red sandalwood is very strong, and Fan Wuxian didn't want to break the needle box, so it took a long time to remove the sealed wooden strip, and immediately found that the lid of the box was hollow, and there seemed to be something inside.

A piece of silk silk naturally will not attract Fan Wuxi's attention, the key problem is that this piece of silk is actually full of dense fly-headed small letters, which seems to record something important.

Fan Wuxian took a cursory look at it twice, and found that the songs recorded on it were all songs, which seemed to be in conjunction with the specific method of performing acupuncture, which was catchy and concise to read, which showed that the writer's writing skills and the kung fu on acupuncture were very deep.

"What the hell is going on? Why is wood hollow inside? Chen Jingchu and Feng Ping both looked at Fan Wuxian tinkering with things there, and they both felt a little curious, especially when Dang Fan Wuxian took out a piece of silk silk that looked very old from the wooden sandwich of the needle box, and their interest was even stronger.

Fan Wuxi carefully observed the empty space of the needle box, and found that in addition to this piece of silk, there was also a gold needle coiled inside, although I don't know how long it had been stored in it, but the golden light was still as if it had been newly made.

He checked another piece of wood on the needle box, and found a very secret hole, and there was also a silk silk inside, which indeed drew a map of the meridians and acupoints of the human body.

What kind of impact will the discovery of these three things have on Fan Tianlan's ancestral acupuncture technique?

Fan Wuxian was really a little unclear at this time. I just remember that Fan Tianlan told himself that the Erking needle is used to insert it into the patient's head, and it seems that the formulas and maps that can be matched with it are also very remarkable.

Fan Wuxian didn't care about Chen Jingchu and Fengping who were standing aside, but carefully put away these few things, resealed the wooden strip, and then said to the two girls,

"I think I've probably discovered something very important." Although he was still not sure of the authenticity of this newly discovered map and mantra, it could be hidden in the wood for hundreds of years, and these graphic texts also had a great background, and Fan Wuxian was very hopeful that he could discover something important from them.

Or did it change the status quo of the acupuncture world all of a sudden? Fan Wuxian is still not sure of this speculation.