The nine needles are of different thicknesses and lengths, and all emit golden light!

I could tell at a glance that this was a golden needle for Chinese medicine acupuncture.

The patterns on the needles are also extremely ancient, and should be the three-leaf pattern from the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

I took out the nine golden needles one by one to check, and found that they were all small and exquisite, and at the same time, a fragrance of herbs drifted out.

This fragrance is definitely not sprayed on it, but emitted from the inside of the golden needle. Just like the ghost-headed knife commonly used by executioners, it will naturally leave a murderous aura. If it is passed down from generation to generation, wild ghosts within a radius of hundreds of miles will not dare to approach it.

I put down the golden needle and looked at the yellow cloth bag again.

The cloth bag is also extremely ancient, emitting a faint yellow halo. It seems that it is the best silk from ancient times. The silk is painted with a unique picture of flower fields in the Tang Dynasty. On the lower left corner of the cloth bag, three small characters are embroidered with red silk thread: Gift to Simiao.

Simiao?

Could it be the famous Tang Dynasty medicine king Sun Simiao?

Judging from the craftsmanship, this thing is indeed an antique from the Tang Dynasty, but if it is really a relic of Sun Simiao, it would be even more amazing, and it is definitely not something that can be measured by millions.

"How did you get this thing?" I put the golden needle back to its original place and turned around and asked.

"This is passed down from generation to generation. Our family has been traditional Chinese medicine for generations, and the best thing is acupuncture! But... but now no one asks us to treat the disease, and they treat us as liars. Whenever we are sick, no matter how big or small, we go directly to the Western medicine for surgery. Besides, I learned the medical skills with my grandfather and father. I don't have a medical license at all. I finally mustered up the courage to treat people for free at home, and the hospital came to smash the stall. So... I'm afraid this thing will never be used anymore."

Speaking of this, the young man lowered his head in a little disappointed manner.

"Even if it's useless, you can keep it as a souvenir. There is no need to sell it." I said a pity.

"I……"

The young man paused and said in embarrassment: "Our Sun family has saved the world and practiced medicine for generations, but it cannot be passed on to my generation no matter what! Every day I see this box of golden needles, I feel sorry for my ancestors..."

"In addition, my mother is old and longing for her hometown, so she has been clamoring to move back to her hometown. But I don't have any other skills besides practicing medicine. I thought I could make a fortune by using this acupuncture, so I sold my hometown's real estate and went to Wuhan to make a living. But I didn't expect... Alas!" After he said that, he sighed heavily, as if he was extremely unwilling.

"So, you can not only use this magic needle, but also have superb skills?" I asked curiously.

"I dare not say that my superb skills are superb, but learning acupuncture is indeed great! I have learned most of the time. I have cured the disease with acupuncture. Even if it is difficult and complicated, it only takes three times to apply acupuncture." The young man said it very confidently, and his eyes also showed a light of confidence.

"Your needle is indeed used by ancient doctors. As for your medical skills... so, you can try it with me! Let me see how good you are. If you are really capable, don't sell this needle. I promise to let you treat diseases and save people safely in Wuhan." I said.

"Okay!" The young man's eyes glowed: "Where is Master Zhang uncomfortable?"

"Shoulder." I pointed to my shoulders: "My shoulders have been sore. It's useless after going to the hospital many times. Please help me see."

I don’t know if I often look for the relationship between evil objects in the wilderness. My shoulders were very rheumatized, sometimes sore, sometimes numb. I saw several doctors in succession and tried all kinds of hot and cold compresses on the outside and inside, but I still didn’t see any improvement.

Yin Xinyue advised me to go to Beijing to see it, but I said it was a minor illness, so I didn't move. Since I met Sun Simiao's descendants today, I could try it.

"Okay!" said the young man, rolling up his sleeves, walked up, then gently pinched a golden needle and stabbed it in the back of my neck.

I only felt my skin itchy and there was no pain at all. Then, he took the second needle!

He pierced very quickly and almost didn't have to think about the acupoints. A few golden needles were pierced on the back of my neck and shoulders one by one.

"Master Zhang, this is the family-born Nine Needles of Lingshu, which focuses on the integration of the nine meridians! The ninth Needle is the key. Please take a sip of tea and don't swallow it for the time being." The young man ordered.

"Oh?" I became even more curious when I heard this, and took a sip of tea as he said, and put it in my mouth.

He then pinched the longest golden needle, walked around me, aimed at the Shenting acupoint above my head, and started to move gently.

The needle was twenty centimeters long and slowly entered as he kept moving. I felt a numbness on my head, and then the back of my neck and shoulders became faintly hot, and it was so itchy that it seemed that thousands of ants were crawling.

As the long needle continues to penetrate, the itchy and painful taste becomes more and more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he pressed suddenly!

The needle was pulled down, as if it had reached a vital point. I was so painful that I suddenly shuddered, and the tea in my mouth also spit out with a thud.

"Is this what you call home-born acupuncture?" I said sarcastically with some anger.

"Master Zhang, look!" The young man was not angry at all, but pointed to the ground proudly.

I turned around and took a look--the tea that had just vomited on the ground was covered with a layer of white frost, and a stream of air conditioning with white smoke was slowly rising.

"How is this possible?" I was a little surprised.

What I just drank was obviously warm water tea, but why did it turn into cold ice water in a blink of an eye?

"Master Zhang, there is cold air in your big broad acupoint on your shoulders. I just used a golden needle to push the cold air into my throat, which then it turned out water. Look again, does your shoulders still hurt now?" After saying that, he took out all the nine needles and inserted them back into the yellow cloth bag one by one.

I looked at him in shock, then moved my arms left and right.

Sure enough, the numb and itchy feeling disappeared without a trace.

The rheumatism that has troubled me for many years was cured by him in just a few minutes!

This young man is indeed the descendant of Sun Simiao.

"Your needle technique is indeed amazing!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"What's the use?" He sighed and said with a little discouraged look: "No matter how magical the needle technique is, it's useless if there is no use. In other words, Master Zhang, if you change to another person, you won't let me try it at all, especially for the last needle, almost no one dares to accept..."

Indeed, the last stitch was too long and pierced from the top of the head, and most people would never dare to try it.

No wonder this young man wanted to endure the pain of selling the ancestral magic needle. He felt frustrated!
Chapter completed!