At about nine o'clock in the morning, the snow outside the window finally stopped, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Lan and Jingjing finally came out for breakfast. If it weren't for Zhu Yan telling them that digesting food would have yielded much more Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi than simply meditating, they would still not have come out?

Xiao Jingjing regained her spiritual support, and she stopped crying to find her parents, which made Mr. Chen and his wife very pleased.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door with a knock of "porphyry, porphyry, porphyry", followed by a burst of talking.

Chen Lan went out to open the door, and there were unfamiliar faces, both men and women, all dressed as cultural people, there were as many as six or seven people. The leader is an old man, who is in good spirits, wearing a pair of reading glasses, with bright eyes and a smile on his mouth.

Seeing Chen Lan come out, the old man stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhu Yan's house?" ”

Chen Lan was stunned, but immediately understood, and said, "Yes, but you are?" ”

"We are all from the county cultural center. My surname is Chen, and when I heard Mr. Zhu Yan's name, I came over to ask him for a few words. ”

"Oh, I see. Wait, I'll ask! ”

After Chen Lan finished speaking, she turned around and entered the house. After a while, Teacher Chen and Zhu Yan came out and welcomed everyone into the living room. The small living room suddenly became crowded.

After serving tea, everyone talked about the original story, originally from the street selling Spring Festival couplets that day, Zhu Yan has become a big celebrity in Luoyan County. Coupled with the praise of the two reporters in the provincial capital and the editor-in-chief of the Luoyan Newspaper Wang, his calligraphy was even more miraculous, if it wasn't for the fact that the information was not spread fast enough at that time, I am afraid that the people in the provincial city would also rush over. No, as soon as a group of calligraphy enthusiasts from the county cultural center heard this, they hurriedly came to the door with Director Chen to ask for words.

Zhu Yan didn't shirk everyone's request, but he still blushed and said that he was just a poor student who sold words, and he couldn't afford everyone's respect.

Everyone understands people, of course they understand the meaning of Zhu Yan's words, and they all say that as long as he is willing to give words, the price is not a problem.

So Zhu Yan said bluntly, 100 yuan is a word, and the price is clearly marked. Teacher Chen and his wife couldn't help but be a little amused when they looked at it, when did this child care about money so much? How did they know that the children of this poor family were really poor and afraid? What's more, how many places to spend money in the future?

Half an hour later, the big characters that were alive and well waved in Zhu Yan's hands, and the emotional aura revealed in the words naturally surprised and delighted Curator Chen.

After sending away Curator Chen and them, Zhu Yan had a few thousand yuan more in his hands, and the business of selling Spring Festival couplets was nothing compared to this.

Soon after the first batch of business, there was a second and a third batch...... The business came to the door, and they were all local collectors who came to visit.

Of course, Zhu Yan did not refuse to come, and he was not afraid that his works would depreciate if there were too many, so it was important to save money quickly.

In fact, everyone doesn't know that these words infused with aura can't stand the collection, as long as time passes, the aura in the words will gradually disperse, and the charm will gradually fade. But at that time, there was no doubt that these characters were the top in the calligraphy world, and everyone would never suffer a loss when they bought them.

All morning, Zhu Yan and the others were constantly receiving wave after wave of word seekers. Not only did he earn tens of thousands of yuan, but he also became more and more proficient in the grasp of spirit rune skills, and he could almost reach the level of turning spirits into reality.

For example, he wrote the word "water" on rice paper, and after a while, he could really see that the rice paper was getting wet. This means that his words can not only convey the true message of water, but also preliminarily sense the vitality between heaven and earth, causing the water vapor in the air to condense.

This discovery made Zhu Yan very excited, and he was even considering whether he could condense the aura into something else.

At this time, Mrs. Fang had already prepared lunch and beckoned everyone to come over for dinner.

At the dinner table, Zhu Yan insisted on handing over half of the morning's income to Teacher Chen, and the remaining half of the money he wanted to go to the pharmacy to buy some precious medicinal materials to improve the cultivation speed of the three of them.

Teacher Chen and his wife couldn't refuse, so they had to assume that the money was temporarily kept for Zhu Yan. In the past few days, Teacher Chen has been running around for Jingjing's parents, leaving early and returning late is very hard, his body is obviously haggard, and there are a few more gray hairs on his temples.

Zhu Yan even noticed that Teacher Chen turned his back and coughed several times. He took a look with his heavenly eyes, and sure enough, he found that the halo in the area of the Taiyin and Lung Meridians on Mr. Chen's hands was dull and the color turned red, which was a sign of being emotional in the past few days and suffering from typhoid fever and lung meridian damage.

Zhu Yan has read in medical books that this disease seems to be insignificant, but if it is delayed, it will affect the lungs, stomach, large intestine, and skin, causing symptoms such as asthma and restlessness, and it may also turn into a chronic disease, which is very troublesome to treat.

With Zhu Yan's current level of traditional Chinese medicine, this disease is not difficult for him, but it is just to use silver needles to clear the acupuncture points, and then warm up the decoction. But the problem is that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and Zhu Yan has no ready-made silver needles!

Of course, it will definitely be okay to let Mr. Chen go to the Chinese medicine hall. However, for Zhu Yan, who has just comprehended the method of traditional Chinese medicine treatment, this is also a rare opportunity for clinical practice, and he really wants to try it himself! Looking at his fingers, Zhu Yan suddenly had an idea......

After lunch, Chen Lan and Jingjing went to the room to meditate again, Mrs. Fang was cleaning up the dinner table, and Zhu Yan was chatting in the living room with Teacher Chen.

"Dad, you've been working hard enough these days, you have to pay attention to your body!" Zhu Yan said with concern that he and Jingjing had already changed their names to Teacher Chen and his wife's parents.

"It's okay, is your dad well?" Teacher Chen replied nonchalantly.

"But didn't you just cough? Besides, you...... Do you feel tightness in your chest, some dull pain in your stomach, and some wheezing in the morning? Zhu Yan asked cautiously.

"You...... How do you know? I've been catching a bit of a cold these days, and I'll be fine in a few days, is there anything wrong with it? ”

Teacher Chen was surprised, he did have such symptoms in the past few days, he thought it was caused by a cold, but when he heard Zhu Yan say this, he was a little concerned.

"You know, I can see the soul...... I saw it just now, your hands are too yin and lung meridians are damaged, and if you delay it, it will become a chronic disease, which is not good for your health! Or...... Shall I heal it? Zhu Yan said unhurriedly, but there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Will you heal? …… Okay, I'll be guinea pig again! Teacher Chen was slightly surprised, then understood Zhu Yan's intentions, and said with a smile. For this demon-like godson, no matter what abnormal skills he has, he is not surprised.

So, after Mr. Chen sat down on the sofa, Zhu Yan stretched out his fingers and meditated, and the aura turned into "silver needles" under the guidance of his mind, piercing Mr. Chen's acupuncture points such as Zhongfu, Tianfu, and Qize......