Godly Farmer

0"Xuanyuan Stitch!" Zhang Xiaoloong seemed to be touched by something. He could vaguely feel that he had caught something.    0

    

Wang Zhengyi looked at his thoughtful expression and continued, "I heard that the Xuanyuan Stitch was created by Emperor Huang Xuanyuan. As for whether it's true or not... However, later on, the needle technique was lost and scattered all over the place. It was inherited by different people, resulting in many factions. At the same time, it was also because everyone's inheritance was incomplete, and their respective talent and talent were limited. Later on, the Sacred King of Needles only managed to sort them out from many ancient books. Until today, there is only less than thirty percent left in my hands. "    

    

"Xuanyuan Stitch... Emperor Huang Xuanyuan..." As Zhang Xiaoloong listened, he used his heart to feel the picture. He felt even more that the divine dragon on it seemed to want to break out of the paper.    

    

At the same time, many changes appeared in Zhang Xiaoloong's eyes. It was as if the divine dragon in front of him had come to life. It was no longer just like the painting on the paper. Instead, it jumped and flew.    

    

Moreover, this divine aura and the trajectory of the dance seemed so familiar to Zhang Xiaoloong. It was as if he had seen it a long time ago.    

    

"Imperial Dragon Spell?"    

    

All of a sudden, a hint of understanding flashed across Zhang Xiaoloong's mind.    

    

The flying dragon looked like the movement technique of the Imperial Dragon Spell, the Wandering Dragon Step.    

    

A thought flashed through his mind. When he looked at the illusion in the void again, Zhang Xiaoloong slowly immersed himself in it, and his body unconsciously began to move.    

    

At first, it was very slow, but later on, with every movement he made, it had already left afterimages behind, and the sound of the wind in the room had even brought up a whistling sound. However, nothing in the surroundings was affected by the wind. All the force was restrained around Zhang Xiaoloong.    

    

Wang Cheng was dumbfounded. He really did not expect that the Divine Dragon Chart passed down from his family's ancestors could turn a person into a martial arts expert in an instant. Could it be a secret manual that ordinary people could not see through? This was too much of a martial arts novel, wasn't it?    

    

Not only was he stunned, even Wang Zhengyi did not understand. In his opinion, the Divine Dragon Chart must have something to do with the Xuanyuan Stitch. Why did it become a secret manual of the martial arts world after Zhang Xiaoloong read it for a while?    

    

At this moment, the one who understood Zhang Xiaoloong the most was him. His body felt incomparably carefree, as if his strength could break through the sky.    

    

In the eyes of outsiders, he had turned into a whirlwind at this moment. There was even a faint shadow of a dragon-shaped shadow. With a leap, he flashed into the courtyard. A long whistle was heard from afar, as if it could pierce through the heaven and earth.    

    

With another flash, he had already arrived in front of the desk in the room. He picked up a pen and started writing on the paper in a flamboyant manner.    

    

As the white paper was filled with ink, Zhang Xiaoloong's writing became faster and faster. However, those pages were not affected at all. There was not even the slightest sound of the wind blowing.    

    

When he finished writing the last stroke, he took a deep breath. He turned to Wang Zhengyi and his son and said, "I understand now. The Xuanyuan Stitch is also the Xuanyuan mental cultivation method. It is a method for doctors to use acupuncture. It is used to replace the patient's mental cultivation method to achieve the miraculous effect of treating illnesses. I have already deduced all the acupuncture methods and changed all the previous mistakes. I will leave this acupuncture method to you. I believe that you are the one who is most qualified to pass it on!"    

    

When he took the thick piece of paper, Wang Zhengyi used his trembling hands to carefully flip through it. After only looking at a few pieces, his tears had already fallen. He hurriedly caught it with his hands, afraid that the tears would wet the words.    

    

"I never thought that the true appearance of the Xuanyuan Stitch would have the chance to reappear in this world. Xiaoloong, you are the great benefactor of Wang Family. Even if our ancestors knew about it, they would still be grateful to you for this kindness!" Wang Zhengyi said excitedly.    

    

"You are being too serious. Although I have yet to perform the ceremony of becoming your disciple, I still have to accept you as my master. I am also considered your disciple. Deducing the needle technique is not something that I should do. It is also something that is beneficial to the people of China. There is no need to take credit for it. What is there to thank me for?" Zhang Xiaoloong quickly consoled him, "Your body is still weak and it is not suitable for you to be agitated. I have obtained this set of mental cultivation method. I have also recovered my vitality. After a while, I will give you another acupuncture treatment. I believe that the virus in your body will be suppressed a little more. "    

    

"No," Wang Zhengyi shook his head. "I cannot be your teacher, and I dare not accept a disciple like you. How about this, if you have the heart, I can accept you as my disciple on behalf of my father. From now on, you are my junior brother. "    

    

"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoloong did not expect such a thing to happen.    

    

Wang Zhengyi was already in his sixties, and his son was already in his forties. Now, he actually wanted to acknowledge him as his junior brother. Why did this sound so strange?    

    

"If you don't want to, then forget it. The one who achieves success is the first. Previously, your medical skills weren't good enough, so I could barely be your teacher. But now that you have personally completed the Xuanyuan Stitch, if you still want to forcefully become your teacher... That would be disrespecting your ancestors and the Xuanyuan Stitch. " Wang Zhengyi said in a serious manner.    

    

"Then... I'll listen to you." After saying this much, if Zhang Xiaoloong wanted to say more, the other party would really think that he didn't want anything to do with the Wang Family.    

    

When Wang Zhengyi heard this, he nodded his head in satisfaction. He turned his head and instructed Wang Cheng, "Bring Xiaoloong to kowtow in front of the ancestral tablets. From today onwards... This is your Martial Uncle. Since you have changed your mind, listen to your Martial Uncle's words from now on and follow him to practice medicine. He will definitely make you feel endless benefits."    

    

"I got it, dad." Wang Cheng turned his head and looked at the young man who was twenty years younger than him. "Master's Junior, this way please."    

    

"There's no need for that," Zhang Xiaoloong said hurriedly. "I think it's more comfortable for you to call me Brother Zhang."    

    

Wang Cheng turned to look and saw Wang Zhengyi frowning. He quickly shrank his head. "I dare not. This is the rule set by the ancestors. Besides, Uncle Zhang is very capable. If I call you Uncle Zhang, I will take advantage of you."    

    

Zhang Xiaoloong also understood that these people who valued inheritance also valued etiquette. It was not easy to make them change, so he followed them.    

    

After a simple bow, he talked about the Ebola Virus with Wang Zhengyi again.    

    

"My body doesn't need to worry about being corroded anymore. I'll use the Xuanyuan Stitch and Divine Power to treat it. It will also have twice the result with half the effort, but in the end, it won't be able to kill the virus completely. Besides, some people's bodies have already been corroded too badly. They probably won't be able to withstand the energy waves when the needle technique is used to increase the Yang energy. Senior brother, have you thought of any prescription that can kill the Ebola Virus?" Zhang Xiaoloong asked.    

    

"To tell you the truth, during the period when my body was infected with the virus, I have also been experimenting with all kinds of prescriptions, but ordinary prescriptions did not have any effect at all. " Wang Zhengyi looked outside," The reason why the ancestors of our Wang Family chose the foot of Yonghua Village... It was because there was a Shennong Mountain next to it. There were a lot of herbs in the mountain. According to the words of our ancestors, there was a spiritual herb that could cure all kinds of diseases in the deepest part of the mountain. If it was true, perhaps he could give it a try. Otherwise... With my current abilities, I really can't think of any medicine that can cure it. I can only hope that the acupuncture method is compatible with some kind of western medicine. "