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At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was captivated by Old Master Mei's skilled needlework. Mei Yulou's hands, not yet old, deftly manipulated four or five Silver Needles, dancing gracefully at his fingertips. This sight stirred a desire in Xiao Yefeng to experience it for himself.
Watching Old Master Mei's movements, Xiao Yefeng made up his mind. He shed the clothing from his right shoulder, revealing a bullet wound that caught Mei Yulou's attention. Fortunately, most of the people in the cabin had already fallen asleep, allowing the actions of the elder and the younger man to go largely unnoticed.
When Mei Yulou saw the gunshot wound on Xiao Yefeng's shoulder, he was momentarily taken aback. It wasn't that he had never encountered gunshot victims before; as a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he often found himself among various influential figures. Moreover, Mei Yulou was one of the top masters in Huaxia.
Throughout his life, Mei Yulou had treated countless individuals from powerful factions, dealing with numerous knife and gun wounds. However, the bullet wound on Xiao Yefeng's shoulder was unlike any he had seen before. Compared to ordinary gunshot wounds, this one resembled a blooming flower—beautiful at first glance but resulting in a gruesome mess of flesh when inflicted on a person.
Of course, this was merely how Mei Yulou imagined it; at present, Xiao Yefeng's injury was just a scar with a bullet hole. After taking a look at Xiao Yefeng, Mei Yulou said, "I will keep this confidential! You don't seem like an ordinary person. A Dum Dum Bullet! You're the first person I've seen who can still move after being hit by such a bullet without having fully healed."
"Old Master, you flatter me!" Xiao Yefeng tightened his coat to cover the tattoo on his back.
At that moment, Mei Yulou showcased his prowess as an Acupuncture master. In an instant, six Silver Needles were drawn from his needle pouch and swiftly pressed into six acupoints on Xiao Yefeng's shoulder. Although the exact positions were hard to see, Xiao Yefeng could distinctly feel warmth radiating from the points of Giant Bone, Riding Wind, and others.
This warmth surged through the pathways connected to the six Silver Needles and effectively staunched the blood flowing from the wound that threatened to reopen. From Xiao Yefeng's perspective, he could only catch glimpses of movement; nonetheless, he managed to observe most of what Mei Yulou was doing.
Just as Xiao Yefeng was about to speak, Mei Yulou said firmly, "Don't talk!"
As soon as Mei Yulou finished speaking, Xiao Yefeng felt a sharp pain in the Chi point on his back—another needle had been inserted. The pain was nearly unbearable and made him want to scream; however, he gritted his teeth and endured it. After this needle was placed, the flow of energy between the Seven Silver Needles shifted from hot to cool in an instant, dulling the pain until it vanished completely.
Just when Xiao Yefeng wanted to focus on feeling this relief more closely, Mei Yulou swiftly withdrew the Seven Silver Needles. By the time Xiao Yefeng put his clothes back on, Mei Yulou was already cleaning his Silver Needles. Seeing this familiar action reminded Xiao Yefeng of himself after each time he used Silver Needles.
"How about it? I wasn't exaggerating, right? Does it hurt anymore?" Mei Yulou asked with a smile.
"Old man's divine needles, aside from that last one, didn't hurt at all!" Xiao Yefeng glanced at Mei Yulou's Silver Needle and said.
"Not bad, not bad. You really are something. To be honest, that last needle was intentional. Of course, the intense pain from that one will make you forget about the wound for a while. But your endurance is indeed remarkable; you've held out this long without telling me your name!" Mei Yulou replied with a smile.
"My name is Xiao Yefeng! But what I'm even more curious about is your set of Silver Needles!" Xiao Yefeng looked at the plum blossom designs on the needle's tail and couldn't help but think of a famous divine needle from his memories.
Noticing Xiao Yefeng's gaze fixed on his Silver Needle, Mei Yulou was quite curious as well. It wasn't strange for someone to recognize his technique, but most people assumed the plum blossoms on his Silver Needles were merely decorative and rarely recognized their true significance.
"Oh? So you recognize this set of needles?" Mei Yulou said with a smile after putting away his Silver Needle.
"No, no," Xiao Yefeng quickly tried to change the subject.
Just then, an announcement came over the plane's intercom: "Passengers, we have arrived at Hangzhou Airport."
Hearing the announcement, both Xiao Yefeng and Mei Yulou prepared to disembark and ceased their conversation. After Mei Yulou sat down, Xiao Yefeng noticed him casually prick his right wrist with a sharp spike from the ring on his left hand before grabbing his silver suitcase.
Seeing Mei Yulou's actions, Xiao Yefeng remained silent, lost in thought as memories flooded back to him. Indeed, a set of plum blossom needles that were renowned alongside his own Silver Needles surfaced in his mind.
The Plum Blossom Silver Needles were the treasure of Baihua Hall but had been lost shortly after the founding of the nation.
However, compared to this set of Plum Blossom Silver Needles that had been passed down for hundreds of years at Baihua Hall, Xiao Yefeng was even more curious about Mei Yulou's technique: the Divine Needle Seven Techniques!
The Divine Needle Seven Techniques were said to originate from ancient times. Xiao Yefeng believed that these techniques were older than what he had learned himself. Yet there were countless methods, each unique in its own way; all paths led to the same destination. This time, Xiao Yefeng found it difficult to keep an eye on his surroundings. However, it was precisely because of this that he felt drawn to the mysterious Divine Needle Seven Techniques.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Yefeng felt the ancient power belonging to Huaxia within Mei Yulou. The warm and cold currents flowing into his body were derived from Mei Yulou's strength. In Huaxia, this was known as Inner Force, while in the West, it was referred to as spiritual energy. Clearly, the kind old man Mei Yulou was a master possessing Inner Force.
Mei Yulou's power was evidently formidable. However, Xiao Yefeng understood the most crucial aspect of the Divine Needle Seven Techniques: using qi to control the needle. When Mei Yulou had just administered the needle to him, he had clearly managed to control six needles at once. He was just one step away from achieving the Ultimate Seven Needle Sequence. Xiao Yefeng believed that with one more application of the needles in that sequence, he would be able to heal most of the wounds on his back.
This was not merely a matter of instant healing; it involved stimulating the injured area from within, activating cellular activity—a concept difficult for ordinary people to grasp, collectively referred to as stimulating immunity. Of course, Xiao Yefeng knew that his needle technique was indeed lacking compared to Mei Yulou’s. This gap was not due to differences in technique but rather accumulated experience over the years. Xiao Yefeng was confident that if he encountered any patient similar to himself, he could achieve what Mei Yulou had done.
However, the difference lay in their internal energies—specifically, the disparity in Inner Force. Sitting in his seat, Xiao Yefeng assessed his physical condition. The mass of qi within his dantian sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed, fluctuating in density, indicating that he had yet to enter the realm of Inner Force.
In other words, Mei Yulou's administration of needles not only surpassed Xiao Yefeng in technique but also provided him with a lesson in internal strength. This humbled Xiao Yefeng's previously overconfident heart. Yet, it also served as motivation for him; it reignited a heart that had been dormant for two years.
Indeed, Huaxia was a land of exceptional talents. It seemed that in the past, he had been too arrogant. At this moment, there was no trace of despondency in Xiao Yefeng's eyes; instead, they burned with fierce determination—a desire ignited by a stronger individual. However, in an instant, Xiao Yefeng shook his head. What use was strength? What difference did Mingjing make compared to Inner Force? A single bullet could easily take down anyone with Inner Force.
Just then, Mei Yulou glanced at Xiao Yefeng and said, "Xiao Yefeng! No, since we know each other now, I’ll call you Feng!"
"Feng, don’t be disheartened. My achievements today are the result of a lifetime of accumulation. You’re still young; I believe your future accomplishments will far exceed mine. Although our time together is brief, I can see that your mindset is very good right now. Meeting is fate; here’s my business card. If you need anything in Hangzhou, feel free to contact me!"
With that, Mei Yulou pulled out a pristine white business card from his pocket. The front bore only his name written in bold calligraphy—Mei Yulou—and the back contained just a private phone number.
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