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Chapter 17 What is the Fuxi nine needles, I will
Fu Ziqi became interested, walked around the stall blocking the door, and walked in.

He raised his hand to take it, but was stopped by a wrinkled hand.

Fu Ziqi saw that the old man who was still dozing off had clear eyes and a urchin-like smile on his mouth.

"Little girl, this is not something you can touch casually."

Fu Ziqi raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are a shopkeeper, why don't you do business if you have business?"

The old man chuckled, "Of course we do business, but, little girl, you may not be able to afford this set of silver needles, so let's take a look at these outside."

Fu Zixi asked back: "How do you know if I can afford it?"

The old man said: "This set of silver needles is worth thousands of gold, you can't afford this price."

Fu Ziqi: "..."

In just a few days, she has felt the pressure of money more than once.

So why can she be so poor?

Fu Ziqi glanced at the silver needles on the shelf again. It was not easy to fall in love with those who were close to the eyes. It was really uncomfortable to see whether to eat or not.

"Just, can't you be more flexible?" Fu Zixi thought of Tanxi, "It's better like this. Is there anyone in your family who is dying or half-dead? I'll help you cure them. Give me this set of silver needles." ?”

The old man looked at her up and down for a while, with disbelief in his eyes, he shook his head, "Little girl, it's better to be more pragmatic. Besides, my old man is alone and has no family, let alone someone who needs your help." gone."

The old man didn't say a word: Even if there was, he wouldn't find her a young girl.

Fu Zixi glanced at his face and eyebrows, but smiled, and said inexplicably, "Isn't that right? You were destined to have a son who died young, and recently, there is still a sign of bereavement."

The old man's face changed drastically, and he looked at Fu Zixi in surprise, "You know how to meet each other?"

Fu Ziqi smiled slightly, and spit out a pretentious panacea: "I know a little bit."

"If I'm not mistaken, your only remaining blood relative has been suffering from illness recently, but with your face, your relative doesn't seem to have died of a normal illness, but rather... a sudden death?"

The old man looked at Fu Ziqi and struggled in his heart. After a long time, he finally nodded and admitted, "Yes, I was born widow. I lost my wife in my early years and my son in my middle age. Now I only have a 17-year-old granddaughter! One year ago, I The granddaughter was diagnosed with her mother's genetic disease."

The old man couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean by what you said just now? What does it mean that my granddaughter didn't die of illness but died of violence?"

Fu Ziqi did not answer immediately, but looked at the old man thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Are you an ancient warrior?"

The old man froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

"Previously."

He was also a formidable person before, but unfortunately, after experiencing the loss of his wife and son one after another, he was defeated and seriously injured in a fight with a mortal enemy. Since then, his realm has regressed, and he has been stagnant in the middle of the Huang rank.

He also learned medical skills before, but it didn't help his granddaughter's illness. At first, he could relieve her pain when she was ill, but later, it was really useless.

The old man's attitude was not as bad as it was at the beginning. He said to Fu Ziqi, "It's not that I don't want to sell this set of needles, but that this set of needles is useless and impossible for ordinary people. Since you are a physicist , and know about ancient martial arts, you must have heard of a craftsman."

Fu Ziqi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, nodded, "I know. So you mean, this set of needles is made by a craftsman?"

"Yes!"

The rarity of a craftsman is slightly lower than that of the spiritual masters who have appeared in history, no wonder the old man's attitude.

The old man said: "This set of needles has existed for hundreds of years. According to legend, it was made by a short-lived craftsman more than 700 years ago. It is refined by the acupuncture method. It is a pity that no one has explored the lost acupuncture method for hundreds of years, so no one has been able to use this set of silver needles."

Fu Ziqi became interested, "What needle method?"

"Have you ever heard of Fuxi's nine needles?"

Fu Ziqi: "..."

Unfortunately, she has heard and learned.

Fuxi Nine Needles is a unique acupuncture method created by Fuxi based on Hetu Luoshu.

The old man looked disappointed, "I finally found this set of needles to save my granddaughter's life, but after I found it, I found out that there are no Fuxi nine needles, and this set of silver needles is equivalent to waste!"

Fu Ziqi propped his chin and asked, "So, if someone knows Fuxi's nine needles, you will give her the silver needle for free?"

The old man said without hesitation: "That's natural! Those who are destined will not get a penny, and those who are not destined will not be exchanged for a thousand gold."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Fu Ziqi reached out and took down the silver needle.

"Come on, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient!"

Old man: "...?"

Fu Ziqi said: "I don't want to be contaminated with cause and effect for nothing, and I won't take your things for nothing. But I have to cure a patient first, so I have to tell you what comes first. After ten days, you contact me, and I will help you get your granddaughter Cure!"

The old man has not entered the state yet, he is a man of his age, and his expression is dull.

Fu Zixi ignored her, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a prescription for him.

"Since you have also studied medicine, can you make alchemy?"

The old man shook his head.

"Tsk, forget it, the effect of boiling it into a concoction is not much worse, but it will be a pain for the little girl."

"By the way, I would like to remind you that in the last half a month, it is best to watch her closely. I don't want the promise I made to become empty."

She also wrote down the contact information on the paper.

Fu Zi didn't want to keep any good things after living there, so he turned around and left.

Seeing this, the old man quickly called her to stop: "Hey!"

Fu Ziqi turned around and smiled, "Oh, yes, I forgot to mention it. I know what Fuxi's nine needles are. Even if there is no Fuxi's nine needles, as long as there is still one breath left, I can cure them." Alive and jumping!"

Her eyebrows and eyes are curved, but they contain sharp light, the slightly raised eye ends reveal frivolity, and the corners of her mouth are full of confidence and arrogance.

The old man was stunned.

Looking again, Fu Ziqi was gone.

The old man quickly picked up the prescription, only to see a string of mobile phone numbers and her name at the end of the prescription.

Fu Ziqi.

The three characters, iron pen and silver hook, are sharp and unruly, just like the owner of this handwriting.

Arrogant and frivolous, imposing.

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Soon came the day that Fu Ziqi and Tanxi agreed.

Fu Ziqi thought about it, but he still didn't let them come to her home to find her, but let Tanxi choose a location.

It has to be said that the Tan family is also rich and powerful, and the place where they temporarily settle down is a huge manor!

Tanxi sent someone to pick her up at the door.

The one who came to pick her up was the young woman who was following Tanxi whom she had seen in Fengzhou not long ago.

She is Tanxi's guard, and her name is Yu Zhi, who has followed Tanxi since she was a child.

The girl didn't know which tendon was wrong, when she was talking to Fu Zixi, her nose wasn't her nose or her eyes.

When entering the door, Fu Ziqi heard her whispering——

(End of this chapter)