The two were chatting, and the housekeeper came in to report: "Mr. Lu, someone from the outer hall is visiting." ”

When Lin Tian heard this, he was shocked. The charitable old man in front of him turned out to be a general!

How did Lin Tian know that Lu Wenming was not only a general, but also a general who fought hard in blood.

More than 50 years ago, in order to snatch the information that had fallen into the hands of the enemy, he bravely broke into the enemy camp surrounded by wolves.

Later, with a hard breath, a short gun, a dagger, and a lot of blood, he brutally killed seven or eight Indian bandits before he was able to escape back to heaven.

Over the past few decades, he has been bloody and featherful, from carrying more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals to a pair of big scalp shoes. By the time that pair of big scalp shoes wore out, he was already a war zone commander with a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Which one?" Lu Wenming asked in a low voice, when he was drinking frozen top oolong tea in an authentic Yixing purple clay pot.

"This ......" The butler's eagle-like sharp eyes glanced at Lin Tian.

"Well, that's okay. Let's say, Dr. Lin is not an outsider. Lu Wenming looked at Lin Tian and said with a smile.

"Why don't I avoid it for now?" Lin Tian also said politely.

"No, no." Lu Wenming waved his hand, and the pride and ambition of the soldiers suddenly overflowed the living room.

"Deputy Chief Liu of the war zone, I personally sent you what you wanted." The butler whispered.

"Is it Huatuo acupuncture bag? Anything else, my little doctor, can't look down on. Lu Wenming smiled slightly and said.

"100% genuine, if there is counterfeiting, dare to guarantee the head of the item!" When Liu Boyan spoke, he also wiped his neck and made a loud sound.

"Good! It's like my Bing of Lu Wenming! Responsible! Lu Wenming said and took it.

On the acupuncture bag, a signature image of Hua Tuo is impressive and lifelike. After opening it, there are all kinds of things about acupuncture inside.

From a small silver needle that is a few minutes long to a large mangneedle that is three and a half feet long.

The decoration of the large mango needle is more special, it is like a snake hovering in a circle. There are three needles, all of which are packed in a snakeskin bag.

"Old leader, there is nothing else, so I'll go first?" Liu Boyan said and stood up.

"Okay, you're busy, I know that. As small as a unit, as large as a war zone, without a commander like you, it can't be played. Lu Wenming's words hit the nail on the head.

Lu Wenming returned to the living room at the back, and Lin Tian was waiting.

He took a step forward and handed over the acupuncture bag: "Doctor Lin, can you still use this acupuncture bag?" ”

Lin Tian took it and looked at it, and immediately felt like a treasure: "Yes, the prestige of the old general, it can really shake the sea of tranquility, everyone knows it." ”

"Ah, no, no, it's old, it's useless. In the past few days, I have written memoirs, and I have only added two or three classes, and you can see it! ”

Lin Tian opened the acupuncture bag, and the contents really dazzled him. He got it in his hand and immediately felt like a treasure.

"Now, now, veteran, let's get started." Lin Tian spoke, gesturing to the room inside.

In the room, an acupuncture bed has been prepared.

Lu Wenming lay down on it, and Lin Tian said softly: "Old general, you turn over, I'll start from your back." It's just that this time, it's going to be more painful. ”

"The man bleeds without tears, Dr. Lin, you start."

"Okay, I'll try to be as fast as I can." Lin Tian said, pop pop, a burst of flowing water, eighteen silver needles have pierced Lu Wenming's entire back.

The speed was too fast, and the silver needle pricked down, and before it could stabilize, Lin Tian's hand left.

For a time, silver needles stood in a forest, swaying in all directions, as if the mountain breeze outside had blown in.

"Uh......" Lu Wenming tried his best to restrain himself before he didn't call out.

He groaned, but it sounded like a sigh.

His endurance made Lin Tian breathtaking: if it were someone else, he would have cried for his father and mother!

"Now, how do you feel?" After about three minutes, Lin Tian asked.

"Sore, swollen, numb." Lu Wenming said word by word.

In other words, the silver needle is pierced, and these three feelings are felt. When he said this, he showed that the silver needle had not been in long enough.

"Okay." Lin Tian said, taking out a large strong moxa pillar from the acupuncture bag.

With a stroke of a match, the moxa pillar was lit. Lin Tian took it in his hand, and swung towards the place where Lu Wenming's back was pierced with a needle.

"Ah, sour! Ah, swelling! Ah, hemp! Ah, it's so comfortable! In Lu Wenming's mouth, he didn't know what he was saying for a while.

Lin Tian smiled slightly, and said in his heart: Don't let you scream, the toxins in your body can't be cleaned.

At this moment, the place where Lu Wenming's back was needled had begun to bubble like a lime pool.

After the bubbles, there is yellow water, and after yellow water, there is dirty blood.

There are several parts, and even the dirty blood is a lump of lumps. The moans in Lu Wenming's mouth gradually became uncontrollable.

"Doctor Lin, I, can I hum it?" He also politely asked.

"Ah, hum, that, of course." Lin Tian immediately replied: If you don't hum, it means that it will have no effect. The louder the hum, the faster the blood drains.

However, Lin Tian, as a doctor, would not tell the patient Lu Wenming about these things.

With a cigarette, Lu Wenming's entire back was already bleeding. What had flowed out earlier had already crusted over his back.

"Isn't it hot, it's not numb, it's just a little sour?" Lin Tian asked carefully.

"Ah, yes, Dr. Lin, your words are not wrong for a while!" Lu Wenming said happily.

"That means it works." Lin Tian said, a few clicks, eighteen needles, and all returned to his hands.

The silver needle was put away, and before Lin Tian could give the order, Lu Wenming jumped up: "Aha, the youth that died early, you are back again!" ”

Everyone has his different interpretations of youth, and they all have his different memories of youth. Lu Wenming's youth is the color of blood and fire.

Every time he recalled, he sighed and sighed. One day in the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up.

At that time, his wife was still there. In the darkness, there was a sudden crackling and the sound of arming belts.

"What are you going to do?" His wife asked.

"Assemble all of you, you're going to the front." Lu Wenming said in the dark.

"Turn on the lights."

"Don't, don't. Everyone is blind in the dark, how can I do anything special by myself? Besides, if you go to the front line, who will tell you to beat him with a light! Lu Wenming said matter-of-factly.

"Old Lou, turn on the lights!" My wife was angry.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten who you are, right?" It was only the loud screaming of his wife that woke him up.

As soon as the lights were turned on, Lu Wenming was stupid. "It's old, but now it's not good. Charge on the front line, and I don't need to be old! ”

Then, he burst into tears.

At noon, Lu Wenming held a feast and entertained Lin Tian.

Lu Mei heard that her grandfather had healed, and she rushed back from the school.

From afar, Lin Tian saw Lu Mei get out of the military Humvee. The young girl is also dressed in a dark green military uniform.

Heroic and heroic!

Five minutes later, at the feast, the uniform was gone. Lu Mei changed into a pure white one-piece dress, and she looked like an angel for a while!

"Dr. Lin." Lu Mei said, and gave Lin Tian a chopstick braised pork.

"Yo ho, grandpa didn't clip it, so he gave it to Dr. Lin, grandpa is going to be jealous." Lu Wenming said with a smile, and went directly to the plate next to him to eat the vinegar.

"Grandpa, didn't the doctor say that you have high cholesterol and can't eat too much pork belly? Here's a piece of beef in spiced sauce, I'll clip it for you! ”

It is said that the granddaughter is the grandfather's little padded jacket, and I believe it.

Lu Mei changed into a military uniform again, and after leaving home and returning to school, Lu Wenming called Lin Tian.

"Doctor Lin, you are young and promising, and you can't repay your old decay, so I'll give you a rare ancient book."

When Lin Tian heard this, he was taken aback: ancient books are not strange, but rare books are rare! Rare books, to some extent, are equivalent to unique books.

It's hard to find anything in the world.

"Ah, old general, in Xia Lintian, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

"Where, Dr. Lin is so young, he has already cultivated like this. If this kind of rare book is not given to you, who else is so blessed? ”

As Lu Wenming spoke, he went to his study. A quarter of an hour later, a beautifully decorated bookcase was brought to the living room.

Lu Wenming personally opened the bookcase, and it was a large red silk cloth. Wrapped in the red silk cloth, it is obviously a book.

Lin Tian took it and carefully uncovered the red silk cloth, a yellowed, antique thread-bound book, revealing his true face!

"Baotan Heart Sutra", four quaint Wei inscriptions, impressive!

"Ancient books are excellent, rare books are rare, don't say anything else, I just hope that Dr. Lin can study them carefully and keep them well."

"Definitely, definitely." This attitude was also moved by Lin Tian.

That night, when Su Mengyu, who was upstairs, finally stopped walking back and forth, Lin Tian opened the ancient book, and he carefully flipped it.

Obviously, this is a book of martial arts secrets.

The ancient book was flipped through from right to left, and at first he was reading it very carefully, but gradually he felt something unusual.

Ancient books are not only crudely printed, but also scribbled.

If it's really a rare book, it's a manuscript.

Lin Tian continued to study, and when he made a statement about Xingyi Fist, he found a fallacy.

Xingyi boxing originated in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and was only reformed and developed by Li Luoneng, a native of Shenxian County, Jizhou, in the late Qing Daoguang period.

And on the title page of this book, there are a few big characters printed impressively: Printed in the thirteenth year of Ming orthodoxy.

It's a clear fallacy.

Lin Tian didn't speak, just closed the book gently, carefully sealed it, and went to sleep.

On the third night after returning from Lu Wenming, there was a burst of autumn rain in the sky, and it was a good weather to fall asleep when you got into bed.

In the autumn rain, as soon as he lay down, Su Mengyu upstairs began to stomp his feet.

Knock-knock-knock, very rhythmic.