The first top lady

There are two fortune-telling stalls on a street in Luoliang. One of the stall owners is about forty years old, thin, wearing an old black robe that is loose on his body. At this moment, he is sitting leisurely on a shabby stool and gently waving a folding fan in his hand.

At another fortune-telling stall next to it, sat a boy who looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old. The boy had delicate features and a fair complexion, and was playing with a little white rabbit in his arms.

"Little boy," the middle-aged stall owner spoke slowly, shaking the worn-out palm-leaf fan in his hand from time to time, and said jokingly, "You should go to school when you are old enough. It's not good to come out and cheat people."

"You're so old, aren't you still cheating people?" The boy said frankly with a bright and confident smile, "I'm no worse than you." After saying that, the boy winked at the stall owner mischievously.

"Hey!" The middle-aged stall owner perked up and looked at the boy. "You are so young and have only learned for a few days. How capable can you be?" He spoke slowly, just as a chat to relieve his loneliness. "Divination depends on experience, and experience depends on age. You have only lived for a few years. Those who ask for divination will not believe you."

As they were talking, a middle-aged woman walked straight towards the middle-aged man's stall.

"Look, there's work to do." The middle-aged stall owner put down his broken palm-leaf fan and began to talk to the person seeking divination.

The young boy pursed his lips, made a face at the middle-aged stall owner, and continued to check something on the little white rabbit.

He picked up this little white rabbit on the road when he was setting up his stall. It was lying motionless on the grass by the roadside, probably because its hind legs were injured.

The boy ignored the conversation next to him, took out a rolled up and tied black cloth from his canvas backpack, put the rabbit on the foldable table, gently stroked the rabbit's head, and said, "It should be a blocked meridian. Let me give you two injections, and you will be able to move soon."

He opened the cloth bag and saw several palm-length silver needles as thin as hair, flashing in the mottled light and shadow. The little white rabbit, unable to move, seemed to tremble its ears.

The young man was performing acupuncture seriously, while the middle-aged woman was asking for divination beside him with a sad look on her face.

"Boss, I want to calculate how long my father will live. Here are his birth dates." As he said that, he handed half of the paper in his hand to the middle-aged stall owner.

This shape, which is neither square nor round, should have been torn from a child's homework book at home.

When the young man finished the acupuncture and went over to watch the fun, the middle-aged stall owner had already told the fortune.

"Earth Fire Mingyi..."

"Money is not on the divination, food is not on the intake..."

The stall owner murmured.

The middle-aged woman echoed: "My father really can't eat now."

"Descendants are wood in the shape of Mao... The doctor should control the ghosts and earth in the shape of Chou, but now the ghosts have become one." After saying this, the stall owner sighed heavily.

"What do you mean?"

The stall owner explained: "The doctor has done his best. The patient is now surrounded by ghosts and will be gone until next spring at the latest."

"No, no," the young man interrupted, "The hexagram is Ding Wei, and Mao Wood is still empty. The patient has given up hope, and the longest time will not be until the end of the year."

"Little brat, why are you butting in?"

"It's obvious that you didn't calculate accurately."

"Go, go, play with your rabbit."

"I'm not playing..." The boy was about to retort when he suddenly felt a familiar breath.

Wait, this feels like...

"Oh no, the master is coming back." The boy quickly returned to his stall, put the rabbit into his canvas backpack, picked up the cloth on the small table, and ran away with the bag in one hand and the cloth in the other.

"Little brat, don't you want the table anymore?" The middle-aged stall owner didn't understand and shouted at the boy's back.

"Here you go, old man!"

"Hey, little brat, what are you panicking about?"

Shen Yang was wearing a well-tailored gray suit. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw two silver needles flying towards him. He raised his hand and collected the two flying needles. His movements were as leisurely as his temperament and demeanor, but his speed was extremely fast.

"Master, how's my flying needle technique going? Isn't it cool?" The young man was the fortune-telling stall owner on the street, and he was Shen Yang's apprentice.

Shen Yang walked over, handed the silver needle back to the boy playing on the sofa, and taught him softly, "I teach you the flying needle technique because I hope you can cure diseases and save lives."

However, this disciple's character of trying to be cool in everything is a bit like Fen Sa.

Come to think of it, he is a bit like Song Yizhen. After all, they are a family.

The young man was none other than Song Yice, the child that Shen Yang had taken away from Song Yixian.

Hearing this, Song Yice restrained his playful attitude and said seriously: "I understand, Master."

"However, silver needles can indeed be used as weapons for self-defense." Shen Yang never criticized and always advised Song Yice with words of encouragement.

"Yeah, I watched martial arts movies and the heroes always turned the tide like this."

"Your flying needle technique has improved a lot, but whether it saves or injures someone depends entirely on the strength of your hands."

Song Yice assured, "Don't worry, Master. I will definitely control my strength." Then he asked, "By the way, Master, where have you been these days? I'm bored at home alone."

"To fulfill an appointment with an old friend." He made a bet with Fen Sa and went to observe the various aspects of life.

"Old friend?" Song Yice had never heard of anyone his master knew in all these years. Forget it, he couldn't think of one.

Shen Yang asked, "How is your practice of the Silver Needle Obstruction Removal Technique going?"

Before leaving, he told Song Yice to practice the silver needle technique seriously. Although Song Yice had a playful personality, he never slacked off on the tasks he had assigned him.

Moreover, he had to admit that his apprentice was very smart, as if he was born for the five arts of metaphysics. Song Yice never found his teachings difficult to understand, and could even quickly grasp the subtleties, integrating the five arts of mountain medicine, physiognomy, fortune-telling, and divination, and applying what he learned.

"That can only be described as 'perfection'." Song Yice said without exaggeration, "Come here, little darling." He picked up a little white rabbit from the ground, which was the one he had saved when he was setting up the stall, and said, "I saved it with the silver needle technique. How about it? Isn't it amazing? Now I can not only save people, but also cure rabbits."

The silver needle technique was created by Shen Yang based on the gold comb technique. It was originally used to treat eye diseases. He replaced the gold comb with silver needles and combined them with acupuncture techniques and principles. It can be used to dredge the meridians and qi channels of the human body and remove obstacles throughout the body.

"Well, the blocked meridians have indeed been unblocked." Shen Yang only touched the rabbit's hind legs twice and he roughly understood the cause of the disease and Song Yice's acupuncture method.

The acupuncture points and meridians on the human body and animals are quite different. Song Yice was able to use the right amount of force when inserting acupuncture needles into rabbits, which proved that he had mastered the technique and force to perfection.

His ability to comprehend always exceeds Shenyang's imagination.