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Chapter 159
Chapter 159. Qimen Needle Tool
Ren Ping froze on the spot, he didn't expect that she would salute himself in the street in front of a large audience, he couldn't help crying and laughing, paused, and shook his head:

"I thought you were going to kneel down and kowtow to me."

"If you think about it, it's not impossible."

"Forget it, don't."

Ren Ping stopped immediately.

Seeing his nervous expression, Fang Xiaowan couldn't help being amused, and asked him why he knew about the two sets of acupuncture because he didn't know Huang Bolin, nor was he a descendant of the He family in Shu.

Knowing that she would ask these questions, Ren Ping had already made up his mind, and immediately "confessed everything", it was nothing more than a cliché of some traditional Chinese medicine schools with complicated inheritance and not limited to one branch.

Fang Xiaowan was skeptical after hearing this, thought for a while, and tilted her head to look at him:

"Aren't you wondering why I use the rain needle?"

"No, why do you have to ask if you don't want to say?"

"That won't work. Since you have been honest with me, Master, how can I still hide it from you? Come with me."

"where to?"

"Go somewhere you're sure to be interested."

Ren Ping was taken aback, and pointed at the sky: "It's so late, how about next time? Besides, I'm not very curious, so I probably don't have anything interesting."

Fang Xiaowan's face darkened: "You are so long-winded. I said you are interested, and you must be interested. Do you want me to tie you up? By the way, do you have a car?"

Ren Ping wanted to say yes, but then remembered the unpleasant experience when he drove that pickup truck to see Su Rui last time, so he changed his words and said no.

Fang Xiaowan frowned slightly, but didn't ask much, and immediately called a taxi, saying that she was going to a place called Fangjiabao on the outskirts of Nanling City, probably her home.

Ren Ping was helpless, and was really curious about where she was taking him, so he got into the car.

There was nothing to say along the way, Fang Xiaowan sat on the back seat of the car with her eyes closed and meditated, and occasionally opened her eyes to look at the scenery outside the window, as if she had returned to that gentle and pleasant No.1 setting.

Ren Pinglue sensed that something was wrong, she asked all the questions that should be asked, and answered all the questions that should be answered, so what else does she want to see for herself?
And what are the places that are definitely interesting, what can men be interested in, is it that kind of unscrupulous place?

Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a bit tight to crack down on pornography recently, I hope she does a good job of keeping secrets, ah!Hope she doesn't break the law.

The most terrified driver was the driver. He didn’t pay attention when he took the order just now. Now he looked at the navigation and found that Fangjiabao is more than 50 kilometers away from the center of Nanling!In the suburbs, it is the kind of land that is so remote that no one can see it.

It was evening again, and I heard that in the taxi circle recently, there was a rumor that a couple formed a group to commit crimes, specifically looking for drivers who traveled around the city to commit crimes. A man and a woman, known as male and female, can't be just these two people, right?
Feeling uneasy in his heart, he tried to start a conversation to ease the atmosphere, and test the details of the two of them by the way.

As a result, the woman didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear it. The man occasionally answered, but he was also absent-minded, often distracted, as if thinking about when to do it.

This time he panicked even more, and quickly took out his mobile phone secretly, preparing to call the police.

Unexpectedly, I just pressed two 1s, and was held down by Ren Ping on the co-pilot:
"What are you doing, master?"

"Call, call."

"Call the police?"

Ren Ping saw his intention at a glance, and his face changed slightly.

The driver pretended to be calm, and while holding the steering wheel tightly, he forced a smile: "That's not what I mean, but I heard that it's the habit of sending out all the night patrols in the suburbs of Nanling recently, maybe it's nearby."

"Night watch? Do they still have this rule?"

"Yes, yes, it's a new rule."

Ren Ping frowned slightly, thinking that even if Fang Xiaowan wanted to take him to that kind of place, it was probably just a filial piety as an apprentice, and if he thought about the wrong way for a while, it was not a big mistake, as long as he was steadfast.

It's really not worth it to go into trouble for this.

Besides, this kind of thing should also be under the control of Fang Li's security system. If he really wants to bump into his ugly thing, how will he meet in the future?

Looking at Fang Xiaowan in the back seat who was full of confusion, she immediately became more determined:
"No! Master, don't call the police!"

"Okay, I won't report it, can you get out of the car?"

"Why? You haven't delivered it yet?"

"Do you have to go there?"

"It's not that I have to go, and I don't want to, it's this young lady who insists."

Ren Ping pointed back.

"I know, I know, brother,"

The driver was about to cry:
"I don't want to call the police either, but you have to give me a way to survive. I am 46 years old, and I am old and young. The money I earn in a year is just enough to eat and drink for the whole family, but I can't afford to spend time with you."

"I beg you, can you just get off here? I promise I won't tell the police. The meeting is considered fate. I won't charge the toll. I'll treat you two to a supper with this little money."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of change from the front pocket and stuffed it.

Ren Ping was taken aback, what do you want for supper?Why play with us, she just said take me there, where did you come from?
In the middle of a mess, Fang Xiaowan suddenly knocked on the rear window:

"Here we go."

"Really?"

The driver was overjoyed, stopped the car quickly, opened the car door, and after the two got out of the car, he didn't forget to throw the change out of the car window, said a good man's life is safe, and then hurriedly turned around and left.

Ren Ping looked bewildered, glanced at the loose change scattered on the ground, and scratched his head:

"What did he say that a good person lives a safe life?"

"How would I know? I still have to ask you, what nonsense were you two talking about just now?"

"Uh, nothing, why did you get out of the car?"

"Why else, it's here."

Fang Xiaowan gave him a white look, and pointed to a mountain not far ahead.

It was only then that Ren Ping noticed that this was a suburb far from the center of Nanling. There was no tall building on the left or right of the road, only scattered two or three-story buildings and some bungalows, all of which were distributed in the valley on the right. Fangjiabao.

Of course, this kind of place is not the kind of place I thought, and only then did I know that I would be wrong.

Not only himself, but the driver was also out of his mind. Before he left, he even sponsored him some money for whoring. It was really inexplicable.

Get off the road, go straight to the right, and enter Fangjiabao in less than 5 minutes.

Ren Ping saw that this small village was no different from other villages. Nowadays, all young and middle-aged people are working outside, leaving only some old and weak women and children, and the population is sparsely populated.

According to Fang Xiaowan, this is indeed her hometown. Most of the people in the village are surnamed Fang, belonging to the same family. The earliest record can be traced back to the end of Song Dynasty and the beginning of Yuan Dynasty more than 1000 years ago, which is considered to have a long history.

Ren Ping just nodded, but he was still confused as to why she came to him. It was not until a moment later that Fang Xiaowan pushed open the ajar door and walked into a courtyard that he was stunned:
"Is this a shrine?"

"Yes, it is the ancestral hall of our Fangjiabao."

Fang Xiaowan walked straight to the inner room and turned on the switch.

Under the dim light, the courtyard of this dwelling is pure tile and wood structure. The place is small, but it is quite simple. In the main hall are hung the Fang family's genealogy and some offering items. It is undoubtedly a typical Chinese clan ancestral hall.

But what does this have to do with me, she can't worship me as a teacher today, and she becomes Fang's family instead, so she wants to come here to worship her ancestors, right?
Ren Ping frowned: "Miss Fang..."

"I have already worshiped you as my teacher, just call me Xiaowan."

"But you are older than me."

"Where is it older than you? What is older than you? Oh, I mean, in terms of seniority, of course you are older."

"Okay, Xiaowan, this is what you said interested me? Why should I be interested in your ancestors?"

He pointed to the family tree on the main hall.

Fang Xiaowan glared at him:
"Of course I didn't ask you to visit my ancestors. Take a closer look, what else is there besides the ancestral hall?"

Ren Ping had no choice but to look around again, and found nothing at first, until a dazzling light flashed into his eyes, like the reflection of some metal reflecting the light, and then he was stunned.

When I stepped forward to take a look, I was even more surprised:

"Here, are these Qimen needles?"

The so-called Qimen needles refer to the odd-shaped needles that have been handed down from the line of acupuncture and moxibustion in traditional Chinese medicine for thousands of years, including jade rabbit needles, tiger head needles, dragon tail needles, unicorn needles, etc., and their shapes and shapes vary according to their uses. .

Don't underestimate this small difference, it is just a needle in the eyes of others, there is no difference.

But in the hands of famous acupuncture experts, different needles correspond to different acupuncture methods. A good acupuncture method must have corresponding needles to fully exert its curative effect. Coupled with some unique acupuncture methods, it can be said to be ever-changing and endless.

At this time, Ren Ping saw that the main hall of the ancestral temple where the Fang family tree was hung was surrounded by many curtains. Behind the curtains were not any ancestral or family mottos, but rows of densely packed needles hanging on the wall. .

Under the light, there were occasional reflections, which meant that the light was too dark, otherwise there would be at least a thousand needles here, and the reflection would not blind the eyes.

"That's why you brought me here, let me see these Qimen needles?"

"Of course, among those who are proficient in acupuncture, there is no one who is not interested in these strange needles, is there?"

Ren Ping remembered that in the courtyard, Fang Xiaowan had brought a huge needle box with various kinds of needles. Now that he thought about it, of course they all came from here, but in comparison, the types were much smaller.

She smiled slightly and began to tell the history of Fangjiabao.

It turns out that from the end of the Song Dynasty to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty more than 1000 years ago, people in Fangjiapu specially made needles for the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, because of its growing reputation in the industry, it was appointed by the Imperial Household Affairs Department as a department specialized in making needles for the Royal Hospital, especially good at making Qimen needles.

So far, Qizhen Fangjia has become a golden brand in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and has interacted with many famous acupuncture experts. The set of 64-needle Muyu needles was passed down by an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who asked them to make needles hundreds of years ago. .

It's just that the needle-making industry is only a partial industry after all. It prospered with the prosperity of traditional Chinese medicine, and it died with the decline of traditional Chinese medicine.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the line of acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine has gradually withered. In addition, families of traditional crafts are generally facing the dilemma of having no successors.

Speaking of this, Ren Ping had already vaguely guessed Fang Xiaowan's purpose for bringing him here, to see if the needles were fake, and to use his own hands to revive their Qizhen Fang family to be the real one.

After all, without acupuncture, even the best needles are useless.

However, he still has his own little Jiujiu in his heart. These Qimen needles are indeed extraordinary. If I remember correctly, it was mentioned in the system records that Qimen needles can not only perform acupuncture, but also have miraculous effects when combined with ancient martial arts!

(End of this chapter)