Lu Yunfeng's words exploded like a thunder in the ears of everyone in the venue.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths opened wide enough to swallow their fists, and they looked at Lu Yunfeng with incredible eyes, as if they could not believe their ears.
Are you kidding me?
Lu Yunfeng is a generation of Jiangnan Acupuncture King. He has a unique skill in acupuncture and moxibustion.
On the surface, he was just a doctor.
But in fact, the dignitaries who have been favored by him in the entire Jiangnan Province do not know where they are, and even the dignitaries of Yanjing invited him to go for treatment. The combination of these invisible connections is terrible!
In this world, let you be rich and powerful, but you will not escape the torment of disease!
If you are suffering from any incurable disease, knowing a master of Xinglin with good medical skills is equivalent to having a second life.
In the eyes of everyone, now that Ye Fan has demonstrated extraordinary acupuncture and moxibustion, it is not impossible for Lu Yunfeng to give birth to a love for talent, and to make an exception to accept him as his apprentice!
But they never expected that Lu Yunfeng would directly kneel to the ground, wanting to worship the young boy Ye Fan as his teacher!
The scene before them brought them an unprecedented visual impact.
...
When Ye Fan saw this, he was also surprised. He hurriedly stepped forward, trying to lift Lu Yunfeng up, and said, "Master Lu, please get up quickly, aren't you damaging me like this?"
On the other side, Lu Yunfeng repeatedly said: "Mr. Ye, you must never call me Master! In front of you, Yunfeng can't afford this title!
Genius Doctor Ye, just by relying on the God Needle that you showed just now is enough to become my master! I also asked God Doctor Ye to agree to accept me, a disciple with a dull aptitude, otherwise, I would kneel here! "
Lu Yunfeng's tone was very firm, and Ye Fan would not agree, and he would kneel here to the ground in a deserted state.
Even Ye Fan himself didn't expect that the Di'er Needle he used at random would make Lu Yunfeng so moved.
What Ye Fan didn't know was that the doctors are the masters, and the masters are the teachers. It has nothing to do with age!
What's more, nowadays Chinese medicine is declining, and various schools cherish themselves, and many ancient books have been completely lost.
And the God Needle of Du'er hasn't reappeared for a hundred years!
Although Ye Fan's identity is not clear, in Lu Yunfeng's view, he is likely to have an ancient inheritance, coupled with amazing talents, to be able to learn the Di'er Needle.
On the other hand, if he could worship Ye Fan as his teacher and learn the divine needle for crossing Evil, it would be his Lu Yunfeng taking advantage!
This kind of great opportunity, perhaps only once in a lifetime, he had to hold on to it!
Looking at Lu Yunfeng who was kneeling in front of him, Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Da Lu...Doctor Lu, you should get up quickly! If you are willing, you can teach you this acupuncture method when I have time!"
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean... are you willing to accept my disciple?"
Lu Yunfeng's tone was full of ecstasy, and then he didn't give Ye Fan any opportunity to refuse, and continued: "Master is here, please be respected by the disciple!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
At the next moment, Lu Yunfeng banged his head at Ye Fan three times, which was regarded as an apprenticeship.
Looking at Lu Yunfeng, who was old enough to be his father, and kowtow to him, Ye Fan only felt uncomfortable all over his body. He quickly helped Lu Yunfeng from the ground and said: "Doctor Lu, no need to be polite!"
"Master, our Chinese medicine practitioners are most concerned about respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao, how can we forget the rules passed down by our ancestors? Master, now I am your disciple, you can call me Xiaolu or Yunfeng!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's face was full of weird colors, making him call Lu Yunfeng "Xiao Lu", but he couldn't say anything.
"Ahem... Then I'll call you Yunfeng..." Ye Fan said.
"Yes, Master!"
Lu Yunfeng nodded immediately, his tone was full of respect, as if he really regarded Ye Fan as an elder.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was also a little at a loss. He didn't expect to accept a "cheap" apprentice.
Of course, after all, this sacred needle for crossing Evil was a secret technique taught to him by Wei Lao.
Ye Fan had already asked Wei Lao secretly in his heart just now, and Wei Lao didn't care that he taught this magic needle.
After all, this divine acupuncture is a treasure that belongs to China. If it can be taught to benefit more patients, it can be regarded as a merit!
However, at that time, Lu Yunfeng's ability to comprehend the essence of several levels depends on his own understanding!
Afterwards, Ye Fan turned around, looked at Wang Zhen and said, "Mr. Wang, I have some personal affairs, I want to talk to you!"
As soon as these words came out, Cui Rongrong and Wang Dongliang next to them changed their expressions drastically, holding their breaths, their hearts hanging in the air, but they did not dare to speak.
However, Wang Zhen did not notice the change in their expressions, and said to Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye, you are my savior. No matter what the request is, please mention it!"
"President Wang, this is not a place to talk!"
"Hahaha... Genius Doctor Ye, I was abrupt, let's find a place to discuss it!"
...
Half an hour later, by the West Lake, a Chinese-style tea room with simple decoration.
This tea room looks dull on the outside, but there is a cave inside.
The tea tables and chairs are made of premium Hainan huanghuali, and the cost alone is as high as one million Chinese coins.
The surrounding furnishings are also antiques. Looking out from the tea room, you can have a panoramic view of the beauty of West Lake, without the slightest hustle and bustle. It is elegant and extraordinary.
At the moment in the tea room, Ye Fan and Wang Zhen are sitting opposite each other. Two cups of tea are on the table, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.
Ye Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip, only to feel that the sweet and warm tea entered his throat, and his teeth and cheeks were scented, as if the whole person's body and mind were stretched out, unexplainably refreshing, and praised:
"Good tea! It's much better than the barley tea I usually drink!"
Although Ye Fan didn't know the tea ceremony, he could also feel the extraordinary of this tea.
"Ms. Ye, this is the'Imperial Eighteen Trees' in the West Lake Longjing of Suzhou and Hangzhou. You like it!" Wang Zhen smiled, but he was a little speechless in his heart.
You know, this West Lake Longjing is the top ten famous tea in China.
The eighteen tea trees in front of the West Lake refer to the eighteen tea trees in front of the West Lake. They have not tasted the sweetness. First, they smell the fragrance of the sky. The king of tea was imperially sealed by the Emperor Qianlong himself, and his fame is very impressive.
It is rumored that the annual output is less than a catty, and the price cannot be measured by exact figures, nor can it be bought with money!
Wang Zhen finally got a few taels of tea, and he couldn't bear to drink it at ordinary times!
If it weren't for Ye Fan's life-saving grace, he would definitely not offer such precious tea to entertain him.
Who knows that the priceless "Eighteen Imperial Frontiers", in Ye Fan's mouth, is only "better than barley tea", it is really a cow chewing peony, violent heaven.
However, Wang Zhen would not have any regrets in his heart!
If it weren't for Ye Fan's rescue, I'm afraid he would have been killed in Huangquan now. What would be the point of this mere tea?
After half a cup of tea entered his abdomen, Ye Fan suddenly dropped his gaze on Wang Zhen's left wrist and said:
"President Wang, can you sway your hand and let me have a look?"
"Oh?"
Hearing Ye Fan's request, Wang Zhen was a little surprised, but immediately took off his hand and handed it to Ye Fan.
After Ye Fan took the hand, his eyes dazzled, and he studied it carefully.
I saw the rosary on the hand, the patina was ruddy and the color was dignified, and the cinnabar part in the middle of the beads could be vaguely seen.
The outer skin is transparent, the pores penetrate perfectly, and there seems to be a little gold in the cinnabar, and the hand feels extremely delicate and moist. It is neither iron nor jade, and I do not know what material it is made of.
Mr. Wei once said before that this is a magic weapon!
Ye Fan could feel that in each rosary, there seemed to be a kind of power. Although tiny, it was incomparably pure, but it was completely different from the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It was unclear and unclear.
Seeing Ye Fan's contemplative appearance, Wang Zhen cautiously tentatively said: "Doctor Ye, are you interested in this Gabala?"
"Gabala?"
Ye Fan frowned slightly when he heard the words, as if he had heard the word from somewhere.
At this time, Wang Zhen continued: "Didn't you know the doctor Ye? This Gabala is the human bone rosary of Tibetan Buddhism!"
