Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 94
Huang Botao and Mr. Wu opened their mouths wide in astonishment, their minds went blank.

Without any instructions, the two raised their hands in unison.

Especially Huang Botao.

His legs were trembling, and he was so frightened that he was about to pee his pants!
When had he seen such a scene in his life?Surrounded by armed helicopters, black hole machine guns aiming!
The armed helicopter descended slowly, and when it was about three or four meters above the ground, the clothes of Huang Botao and Mr. Wu were rattled by the blowing, and they were stumbling around, almost unable to stand still.

The cabin door was opened from the inside, and a dozen sturdy soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms, with black paint on their faces and submachine guns in their hands jumped out of the plane before the plane landed completely.

After landing, five or six soldiers pointed their guns at the two in a half-kneeling posture, and the remaining soldiers rushed towards them like hungry wolves.

Huang Botao said tremblingly: "Everyone, everyone, are you... did you make a mistake?"

The answer he got was simple.

A soldier waved a gun butt, hitting him hard on the chin!

Huang Botao let out a miserable howl, his two teeth flew high, glaring especially glaring in the sunlight, he fell back heavily on the ground, and then, a size 42 military boot stepped on his chest, with a click, The safety of the submachine gun was opened, and the black muzzle was pressed against his forehead!

Mr. Wu next to him, his legs went limp in fright, and he collapsed on the ground, shouting crazily from the bottom of his heart, this is not an ordinary soldier at all, this kind of skill and demeanor is clearly an elite special forces brigade!
Before the thoughts in his mind were finished, the same heavy military boot kicked him hard, knocking him to the ground, his face was smeared with colorful paint, and the murderous soldier pointed his gun at him. on the forehead.

Mr. Wu is not stupid.

On the contrary, he is also very shrewd.

He knew that there was no way to communicate with these soldiers, so he simply kept silent, anyway, he would definitely be interrogated in the end.

Huang Botao didn't know about this, and when the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, Huang Botao was so frightened that his heart was broken, and he yelled frantically: "It's none of my business, I didn't do anything...uh!"

Another pistol butt hit Huang Botao's chin hard.

Mr. Wu caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened when he saw it. He was in pain for Huang Botao. He probably would only have to wear dentures to eat in the future.

"Say, where's the stuff?"

The soldier who stepped on Huang Botao shouted expressionlessly.

"Sucking...God, Zhongxi..."

Huang Botao said with trepidation.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Wu realized that Huang Botao was talking about "something".

bang!
A bullet stuck to Huang Botao's scalp and went into the ground.

Huang Botao's body trembled, his blood pressure instantly soared to over 200, and he yelled silently and frantically, "Oh my god, my god... a stream of liquid involuntarily flowed out along the trouser leg!

"Bah! Trash!"

The soldier spat contemptuously.

Mr. Wu next to him trembled in fright. From his angle, he couldn't see it. The bullet grazed Huang Botao's scalp and got into the ground. He thought Huang Botao was shot dead on the spot!
Mr. Wu tried his best to recall all the things he had done in the past few years... At most, he just lied to a few outsiders, charged them some money, and lied that he could help them with things!

It shouldn't be his turn to kill himself, right?
"I'll ask you one more time!"

The soldier shouted without any emotion: "Where is the thing you stole from the plane?"

Something stolen from the plane?
For a moment, Huang Botao's heart was full of blessings, and he shuddered, "Xi... Is it a needle suction box?"

"Yes."

The soldier put the muzzle of the gun on Huang Botao's forehead again, and said blankly, "Have you already sold the item?"

"The needle box is in my bag!"

Feeling the lingering warmth from the muzzle of the gun, Huang Botao miraculously uttered words clearly from his mouth that was leaking air.

Immediately, a soldier threw Huang Botao's bag on the ground, picked it up, and tore it up rudely.

Crash.

A stack of banknotes fell to the ground, and was immediately blown up by the airflow from the helicopter, flying all over the sky and falling in all directions.

"found it."

The soldier took the needle box containing the hollow needles and threw the bag aside.

"Report to the superior and confirm whether the target item is intact!"

The soldier who interrogated Huang Botao said coldly.

From the looks of it, he should be a captain or something.

The soldier immediately ran quickly to the armed helicopter that landed on the ground. Ten seconds later, he got out and gestured an OK sign language to the captain.

"Mission complete, call it a day!"

The captain showed a smile on his face, glanced at the trembling Huang Botao, and unceremoniously punched him in the neck, knocking him out. Another soldier did the same, knocked Mr. Wu out, and dragged the two Into the armed helicopter.

The armed helicopter quickly soared into the sky, identified its direction in the air, and flew away quickly.

All of this only took a few minutes, and only the messy banknotes scattered on the ground of the manor proved that everything just now was true.

In the courtyard room.

Zhao Yifan and Mr. Lin, one old and one young, were chatting happily.

Lin Shaoan pushed open the door and walked in.

"Yifan, take a look, is this your hollow needle?"

After taking the needle box brought by Lin Shaoan, Zhao Yifan opened it and took a look. There were a dozen hollow needles, none of which fell out, all lying in the needle box. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, all the hollow needles are in there .”

This is something that the master left for him, even if one is missing, Zhao Yifan will definitely have a grudge in his heart.

It took less than two hours from discovering the loss of the hollow needle to returning it to my hand intact!
Zhao Yifan didn't ask Lin Shaoan how he found it.

Anyway, as long as you find it.

But Zhao Yifan thought he found it from the airport.He didn't know that Huang Botao secretly took it away.

"Yifan, can we start treatment now?"

Lin Shaoan asked expectantly.

"of course."

Zhao Yifan nodded, turned to Elder Lin with a smile and said, "Brother, shall we start now?"

Old Lin smiled and said, "Of course, the sooner the better, I just want to see you, don't you need to take a break?"

"That's right, Yifan."

Lin Shaoan also said: "You flew to Kyoto today and took a few hours on the plane. The journey is far away. If you are tired, you can take a rest. You can have treatment tomorrow. Anyway, there is no rush for this day."

"It's okay."

Zhao Yifan waved his hand and said with a smile, "Anyway, it's just a matter of a while."

For a while?Lin Shaoan was startled, half-believing in his heart.

"Brother. Then I will start."

Zhao Yifan stood up and said to Mr. Lin seriously: "Because of the cold poison in your body, you have stayed there for too long, so the first acupuncture may hurt a little bit. Later, you can follow what Senior Brother Yang taught you before." This method of exhaling and exhaling, and moving the breath in the body, so that the pain will be slightly lighter."

"Haha, Yifan, do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?"

Elder Lin waved his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I was shot by a bullet back then, and I didn't even frown. I can still hold back the pain."

"Brother, this kind of pain is probably worse than being shot by a bullet."

Zhao Yifan said seriously: "Because the cold poison in your body has secreted into the bones... It's like Guan Gong scraping the bone to heal the wound. It may be more painful than scraping the bone to heal the wound!"

"Oh?"

Only then did Mr. Lin understand why Zhao Yifan reminded himself specially, and he laughed and said, "Okay, I know. In ancient times, Guan Gong scraped his bones and healed his wounds. Today, I have Lao Lin acupuncture and moxibustion to dispel cold poison. Unexpectedly, I can also be as good as Guan Gong." It doesn't matter if you are compared to a hero, just come on!"

Zhao Yifan couldn't help but praise in his heart, Mr. Lin really deserves to be a hero. If it were someone else, his first reaction would be to ask if there is a way to relieve the pain, but Mr. Lin didn't even blink For a moment, there is no mention of pain relief.

Lin Shaoan was very worried and wanted to ask, but he held back in the end.

Taking off the blanket on Lin Lao's legs, Zhao Yifan reached out and probed in the needle box, and dozens of hollow needles appeared between his fingers.

Immediately, with a wave of Zhao Yifan's hand, dozens of silver needles, as if they had eyes, sank into Yangling, Liangqiu and other acupuncture points on Lin Lao's legs, only the needle tails two or three inches long were exposed outside.

Next, Zhao Yifan withdrew the needle hoop on his finger, shook it lightly, and the hoop bent like a ring straightened instantly, turning into a golden needle.

This skill shocked Lin Shaoan.

Elder Lin, on the other hand, remained expressionless, as if he felt very ordinary.

"Senior brother, I'm going to start."

Zhao Yifan said in a deep voice, "You should circulate the breath in your body."

"it is good."

Elder Lin nodded.

Zhao Yifan slowly pierced the golden needle in his hand into the Yongquan point on the sole of Lin Lao's foot, and the spiritual energy in his body followed the golden needle and entered Lin Lao's body.

The aura moves along the meridians, like a soldier with a gun, and begins to attack and expel the cold poison secreted into the bones and attached to the bones!
What Zhao Yifan said just now was not wrong. The treatment method he is using now is exactly the same as that of Guan Gong's bone scraping. The difference is that the knife used for bone scraping has been changed into spiritual energy.

Essentially, there is no difference between the two.

Elder Lin looked as usual, sitting firmly in the wheelchair, but Lin Shaoan noticed that his father's hand was holding the wheelchair tightly.

His heart tightened suddenly, and he turned to look at Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan continued to twist the golden needle unhurriedly, but Lin Shaoan noticed with sharp eyes that a thin layer of sweat began to ooze from Zhao Yifan's forehead.

It seemed that a lot of force was used to twist the golden needle!

Lin Shaoan didn't know something, but he controlled the aura to drive away the cold poison on the old Lin's leg bones, which was like a tarsal maggot. The process was not as smooth as before, but extremely exhausting!

Zhao Yifan focused all his attention on the golden needle, through which he could control the changes in the aura...

(End of this chapter)