The attendant took Chu Xiaofeng and Xiao Feng to Nangong Shuo's bedroom, and the door was already full of people. When they saw the attendant leading a strange man covered in darkness, they all looked at Chu Xiaofeng curiously, looking at their strange eyes, Chu Xiaofeng was extremely unhappy in his heart. Isn't Lao Tzu just a little dark, what's all the fuss!

"Uncle, wait a minute." The attendant whispered to Chu Xiaofeng, and then quickly squeezed into the room. After a while, a middle-aged woman with a haggard face came out, she gently saluted Chu Xiaofeng, and said with a crying voice: "Your guest is coming, the slave family is polite." She just heard the attendant say that the lord's distinguished guests came to visit the lord, and Mrs. Nangong came out to greet her in person. Although Chu Xiaofeng's appearance really has nothing to do with the distinguished guests, Mrs. Nangong still greeted him with courtesy.

"Mrs. Nangong can't help it, it's really frustrating." Chu Xiaofeng hurriedly lowered his head and clenched his fists and said. He glanced up behind Mrs. Nangong and said softly, "Doctor Nangong, how is it now?" ”

"Hey! The old man is still unconscious. Mrs. Nangong sighed, her eyes turned red, and she was about to cry again. blamed himself, and rashly told the master about Ren'er's murder, which made the master angry.

"Madame, don't worry, can you let me take a look. I've learned some acupuncture techniques since I was a child, and maybe it can come in handy. Chu Xiaofeng saw that Mrs. Nangong was about to cry, and hurriedly said sincerely.

"Really? Thank you so much. Mrs. Nangong gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said gratefully. The so-called sick and rushed to the doctor, no matter who he is now, as long as he can save the master, he is the great benefactor of the Nangong family.

"Xiao Feng will do his best to repay Dr. Nangong for saving his life." Chu Xiaofeng said solemnly. He followed Mrs. Nangong and slowly walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom is not very large, but it is elegantly decorated, and a faint smell of sandalwood wafts into the nostrils, which makes people feel refreshed. In front of the bed, there were seven or eight old men sitting around, and one of them was checking Nangong Shuo's pulse. Mrs. Nangong walked up to the old man lightly and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, how is the master's illness?" ”

"Hey" The old man sighed slightly, turned to Mrs. Nangong and whispered: "Ah Shuo's illness is not a big deal, but he is angry and bloody, and his blood is blocked, which is very tricky. ”

Chu Xiaofeng poked his head and saw that the old man was about seventy years old, dressed in a white dress, full of white hair, big eyes, thin eyebrows, garlic nose, and a wide mouth. Although he was over the age of six, the old man's spirit was very good, his complexion was ruddy, and he was full of energy. This person is the medical master of the Nangong family, Nangong Shuo's uncle, and Nangong Boya. Chu Xiaofeng was secretly surprised, this decoction medicine valley really lived up to its reputation, and the way of health preservation was really good.

Mrs. Nangong glanced at Chu Xiaofeng, who was standing behind, and said softly to Nangong Boya: "The lord's distinguished guest, when I learned that the lord was sick, I came over to take a look. He said that he knew some acupuncture skills, and he might be able to save the old man. ”

After hearing this, everyone turned their heads one after another, and only then did they notice Chu Xiaofeng standing at the back. Seeing that Chu Xiaofeng was covered in darkness, as if he had been burned by fire, everyone couldn't help laughing, and some people even laughed out loud. Chu Xiaofeng frowned, walked to the front, bowed to the old man, and said in a low voice: "Old man, can you let me show Dr. Nangong below." ”

"No way!" The old man frowned and said in a low voice. His Nangong family has always advocated the treatment of diseases with medicinal stones, and regards acupuncture and moxibustion as a sideline. As soon as he heard that Chu Xiaofeng was going to use acupuncture to treat Nangong Shuo, the old man didn't get mad on the spot, and he already gave Mrs. Nangong a lot of face.

"Uh" Nangong Boya's abrupt words made Chu Xiaofeng and Mrs. Nangong stunned, and Mrs. Nangong glanced at Chu Xiaofeng awkwardly, and pulled out a smile apologetically. Chu Xiaofeng frowned, a little displeased. Since he fell into trouble, he has relied on acupuncture and moxibustion to save the day many times, but this old man refused without thinking about it, which is really too deceitful.

He showed a smile that he thought was kind, and said lightly: "Why doesn't the old gentleman let me try, can't you believe it?" He was scorched all over, and there was no difference between smiling and not smiling, so in Nangong Boya's eyes, his question was like a question.

"Humph! The art of acupuncture is purely a sideshow. As the saying goes, it is better to prescribe ten pairs of medicine than to prick a needle. You are young and you don't have much experience in your belly, how can I rest assured! Let you rashly give Ah Shuo a needle. Nangong Boya snorted coldly, stroked his gray beard, and said disdainfully. He really didn't see what was different about the black charcoal in front of him.

"The old gentleman is too worried, the acupuncture technique used by the younger generation is called Tianacupuncture Pulse, which comes from the hand of Sun Simiao, the medicine king of the previous dynasty. I dare not say that it can cure all diseases, but it can indeed have the effect of activating and ventilating. Moreover, the master of the younger generation is the first-class acupuncture master in the world, and the younger generation does not dare to say that he has learned all of his old man's family, but he is also seventy percent popular. Chu Xiaofeng scolded the old man in front of him in his heart. Secret Dao: The magic of the heavenly needle piercing vein, how can you, a bad old man, know! You don't let Lao Tzu rule, Lao Tzu wants to govern!

"Noise! The old man said no, it just didn't work! Someone, send off! Nangong Boya waved his hand impatiently, like he was chasing a beggar. Their ancestors hated acupuncture and moxibustion, and the reason was that there was once an ancestor of the Nangong family who used acupuncture to treat people and killed them. caused the Nangong family to lose its reputation overnight. Since then, the Nangong family has set up ancestral teachings, practicing medicine and curing diseases, and only taking medicine and stones, such as acupuncture and moxibustion, are all sideways and undesirable.

"Fuck! Old man, are you afraid that I will really heal Dr. Nangong and discredit you! Nangong Boya's words completely angered Chu Xiaofeng, and his anger also came up, and he sneered.

"Please be careful, sir." Mrs. Nangong hurriedly glanced at Chu Xiaofeng and said in a low voice. He knew this uncle's temper, and if he neglected this distinguished guest of the master, she couldn't afford it.

"What did you say!" Sure enough, Nangong Boya was furious when he heard this, he tried his best to suppress his anger, stood up, walked in front of Chu Xiaofeng, and asked in a low voice.

"I said you were afraid, afraid that I was a young man with medical skills higher than you!" Chu Xiaofeng was not afraid, and also took a step forward, staring straight into Nangong Boya's eyes.

"Boy, you've got a kind! If you can't cure Ah Shuo's illness, what should you do? Nangong Boya's expression was grim, revealing a hideous expression, and he said coldly.

"What if Lao Tzu is cured?" The corners of Chu Xiaofeng's mouth curled, revealing a row of white teeth, his current image with this expression, like a little ghost, more than ten times more terrifying than Nangong Boya's expression.

"If you cure Ah Shuo, the old man will worship you as a teacher!" Poor Nangong Boya firmly believed in Zu Xun, he never thought that Chu Xiaofeng would be able to cure Nangong Shuo.

"If I can't cure it, I, Xiao, am willing to be a slave in Nangong Mansion for three years!" Chu Xiaofeng was irritated by Nangong Boya's blood, and said coldly.

"There is no basis for words!" Nangong Boya smiled lightly, he really wanted to see the scene of this young man's ugly appearance. Arrogance, if there is no capital, will pay a terrible price.

"Stand for it!" Chu Xiaofeng also smiled lightly, if this old man is allowed to worship himself as a teacher, then the Nangong family will not immediately become his own power.

"Good!"

The two shouted at the same time and slapped each other's hands. Nangong Boya turned to the outside and said, "Pen and ink are waiting!" ”

After a while, several attendants put their pen and ink on the table, and Chu Xiaofeng stepped forward and wrote the content of this bet on rice paper. Nangong Boya frowned, looking at the pen and ink of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, his heart suddenly burst. The font on the rice paper is handsome and straight, revealing a sense of nobility, is it that he is reckless this time?

"Is the old gentleman going to retreat?" Seeing Nangong Boya staring at the paper in a daze, Chu Xiaofeng said mockingly.

"Phew! The old man just thought of your ugly appearance, and he was slightly distracted. Nangong Boya glanced at Chu Xiaofeng, grabbed the pen, and signed his name. Chu Xiaofeng folded the paper, walked up to Mrs. Nangong, and said respectfully: "Please also ask Mrs. Nangong to make a certificate for us." ”

"This" Mrs. Nangong sighed, it was really an eventful autumn, and there were waves of unevenness, she looked at Nangong Boya pleadingly, hoping that he could come out and say something. Nangong Boya glanced at the door, and ignored her. Mrs. Nangong reluctantly took the folded paper and said softly to Chu Xiaofeng: "Sir, why are you so bothered?" ”

"Madame is kind, Xiao understands it. There is a way that the Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people live a breath. I just want some people to know that being old doesn't mean being capable! Chu Xiaofeng smiled and deliberately raised his voice and said.

"Humph!" Nangong Boya snorted coldly and sat on the chair next to him angrily. The people around them began to mumble quietly, predicting the winner of the gamble.