Chapter 182 Han Long's apprentice

In fact, many things are often unexpected.

After listening to Miao Tiesheng's recollection, Han Long smiled helplessly and still insisted, "One yard belongs to one yard, that's the matter of the older generation. Since Miaojiazhai has regulations, I can't be an exception. In addition, Brother Mu has helped me so much that I am willing to teach him the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. I just can't guarantee how much I can learn.

After hearing this, his eyes were suddenly full of thirst for knowledge. He has loved the art of traditional Chinese medicine since he was a child, and he is also known as a magic doctor in Miaojiang. His love for medicine is far greater than that of magic, and even more than the future position of the owner of Miaojiazhai.

Miao Tiesheng is clear about this and feels helpless. If Miao Mucheng was not his only son and carried the identity of the young village owner, I'm afraid that he would have carried the burden and left the world long ago.

Han Long is actually proficient in acupuncture in traditional Chinese medicine, but he is not very proficient in others. After all, acupuncture points are a must-know knowledge for martial arts learners, and silver needles can be used not only for acupuncture and moxibustion to cure people, but also as a hidden weapon to kill people.

After a while, Miao Mucheng calmed down, took a deep breath, and declined, "I understand the beauty of the Han brothers, but it is difficult for me to accept such a big gift."

Han Long smiled faintly, and he naturally saw the hot moment in Miao Mucheng's eyes. So, he smiled and said, "It can be seen that Brother Miao is also a person who really likes medicine, and I am not very interested in promoting medicine. Now that the ancient medicine has fallen, it is better to pass on this unique skill to useful people, so that it can be better passed on and benefit more people.

Speaking of this, Miao Mucheng no longer refused. He bowed deeply to Han Long and said, "In this case, Mu Cheng is ashamed. I would like to worship my teacher and take Mr. Han as my teacher. Without the consent of the master, I will not dare to pass on this life-saving learning to others. If Mr. Han doesn't want to accept me as a disciple, I will never accept it.

Miao Tiesheng looked at it quietly, but he didn't say anything to stop it. As the old owner of Miaojiazhai, he is well aware of the importance of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the art of resurrecting from the dead.

And although the ancient medicine has fallen, this does not mean that it will die. Maybe they are still active in a certain field, but outsiders don't know it easily. What's more, the ancient medical family did have great kindness to Miaojiazhai, and it was hard for him to say anything.

Han Long quickly reached out and helped Miao Mucheng up. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Brother Mu's words are heavy! Except for acupuncture, I can't beat Brother Mu at all, and I don't dare to be a teacher.

Seeing this, Miao Tiesheng said in a low voice, "Mr. Han is too modest!" As the old saying goes, the master is a teacher. Since Mr. Han is willing to teach, my son really wants to learn the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, which is enough. If my son also has the false name of Miaojiang's magic doctor in Miaojiang, he should not be ashamed of Mr. Han. Unless Mr. Han dislikes my son's stupid qualifications and can't bear to be an apprentice.

After listening to this, Han Long had to smile bitterly and said, "In that case, forget about the worship ceremony. Brother Mu is my nameless apprentice in private. If he doesn't agree, he will give up.

Miao Tiesheng nodded sincerely. He knew that Han Long did this for the good of his son. After all, Miao Mucheng is the existence of the owner of Miaojiazhai. If he openly worships a young man as his teacher, it is not good to hear, which is undoubtedly a huge loss to his prestige.

Miao Mucheng said with some shame, "I am intoxicated with medical skills, and I want to be separated by Miao Gu. For the strength of ancient martial arts, it is only in the middle of the transformation."

Han Long twitched the corners of his mouth twice and didn't expect that his famous apprentice Gu Wu's strength was much higher than his own. So he took a deep breath and said, "That's enough. Let me show you. You have to read it carefully. If there is anything you don't understand, you can write it down and ask me together.

Miao Mucheng nodded solemnly and looked like he was absorbed in listening to the lecture. He did not have the arrogance and style of being the owner of Miaojiazhai, let alone looked down on Han Long's ancient martial arts strength a few grades worse than his own.

Han Long nodded secretly in his heart. This is the attitude of medical students. After picking up a silver needle, he tried to slow down his tone and said, "The so-called thirteen needles refer to the thirteen needles such as ghost seal, ghost palace, ghost cave, ghost heart, ghost leg, ghost minister, etc. Each ghost represents a acupuncture point."

Han Long shook his hand and snapped, and the silver needle quickly pierced the wooden man's middle hole and said in a low voice, "The so-called ghost palace is the man's middle hole."

After saying that, he quickly picked up a silver needle, raised his hand into the wooden man Quchi Cave, and said, "The ghost minister refers to Quchi Cave."

Han Long picked up a silver needle and kept pricking the needle in all the acupuncture points of the wooden man. While applying the needle, he explained carefully. Miao Mucheng's eyes were wide open, for fear that he would miss the most critical point in the blink of an eye.

After demonstrating the acupuncture point, Han Long quickly put away the thirteen silver needles stuck on the wooden man with both hands, and then began to recite the formula of the thirteen needles of the ghost door in a low voice, saying, "One needle is two young merchants, and three needles are hidden white and four Lingliang..."

Every time he reads a sentence, two silver needles will fly out of Han Long's hand. After a while, the thirteen silver needles in his hand had been inserted into the thirteen acupuncture points of the wooden man.

Han Long began to explain in a low voice the depth of each needle and the precautions such as how much internal force should be injected into each acupuncture point. For example, the first injection requires three points of meat, while the third needle of hidden white blood enters two points of the meat, and each needle is not exactly the same.

Of course, this is also the most difficult part of the whole acupuncture process. Once the internal force of the injection of the needle is too large or too small, the living acupuncture point may become a dead acupuncture point.

Miao Mucheng listened carefully and finally heard that the tip of his nose and forehead began to sweat slightly. At first glance, the thirteen needles of the ghost gate were not difficult, but I didn't expect that there would be so many detours inside.

Finally, Han Long saw that the time was almost up and said with a smile, "It's getting late. My brother should be in a hurry. You can recall what I said today, and then you can practice first. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me at any time.

Miao Mucheng exhaled softly, couldn't help wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and bowed, "Thank you, Master! However, please wait a moment for the master. The disciple has a small thing to give to the master.

Seeing what he said solemnly, Han Long couldn't help asking curiously, "Oh? What is it?"

Miao Mucheng straightened up and did not reveal the answer immediately. Instead, he smiled mysteriously and said, "Master, please wait for a moment, and disciple Rong sells it first."

After saying that, Miao Mucheng strode into the inner room. Since he didn't greet himself, Han Long would naturally not follow him into the house.

Looking at the cupboards full of medical books on both sides of the study, Han Long casually took a medical book and looked through it.

Before long, Han Long felt that someone came out of the room. He instinctively looked up and looked at it, and then he was extremely surprised to find that it was not Miao Mucheng who came out, but a strange young man.