I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

Just as Lu Qianqiu was hesitating, Ximen Feixue understood that his master was putting pressure on the other party to prevent future troubles.

Then, Lu Qianqiu jumped on the horse without hesitation, swung the whip in his hand fiercely, and shouted loudly.

"Gee!" The horse felt pain, neighed loudly, spread out its four hooves, and galloped out of the valley like an arrow.

The horse's hooves raised clouds of dust and in the blink of an eye they were running a long way away.

Ye Xinghe watched Ximen Feixue resolve the conflict with Lu Qianqiu neatly, his expression relaxed slightly and he raised his hand, signaling Ximen Feixue.

"Go, pick the Lingyou grass for the child."

Ximen Feixue followed his instructions and carefully picked the glowing Lingyou grass and handed it to the child.

The child was filled with joy, but tears of gratitude welled up in his eyes, and he held the herbs tightly.

Then he raised his head and said crisply, "Thank you for your help, my two benefactors. My home is not far from the foot of the mountain. I will take you to get the ancient fallen leaves. My father found them by chance and has been carefully preserving them, hoping to exchange them for some money to treat grandma's illness."

The three of them walked quickly down the winding mountain road and soon arrived at the child's home.

It was a slightly shabby courtyard with a crooked fence and a few thatched huts that looked a bit desolate in the breeze.

The child jumped in and came out with a box in his hands. He handed it to Ye Xinghe: "My benefactor, this is the ancient fallen leaf. Please take it."

Ye Xinghe gently opened the box and saw that the ancient fallen leaves inside were dark in color, exactly the same as those he had seen before.

He carefully put it away, thanked the child again, and then rushed back with Ximen Feixue without stopping.

When Ye Xinghe and Ximen Feixue returned to their residence, they heard a heated argument coming from inside the house as soon as they entered the yard. Zhao Changsheng's voice was very angry.

"Mom, how can you just swallow your anger like this! Second Uncle always makes things difficult for our family. I've only been away for half a year, and yet he's made you suffer so much again? I'm going to confront him and make him apologize to you!"

Inside the room, Zhao Changsheng's mother sat by the bed, looking haggard.

She held her son's hand and said weakly, "Changsheng, don't be impulsive. We are weak now, and your second uncle has gained some power. If you go to conflict with him, it will only cause more trouble. For an old mother, a little anger is nothing. As long as you are safe, I will be content."

Zhao Changsheng's face flushed red. He shook off his mother's hand and paced back and forth in the room.

"Mother, how can I bear to watch you suffer injustice? I now have Master's help, and I am no longer the child I once was who was bullied. Today, I will avenge you and let Second Uncle know that our family is not to be trifled with!"

After saying that, he turned and rushed to the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Changsheng's mother was anxious and wanted to stand up to stop it, but because she was weak, she stumbled and almost fell.

She exclaimed, "Changsheng, come back!"

At this time, Ye Xinghe and Ximen Feixue walked quickly into the house.

Ye Xinghe's eyes flashed, and he understood what was going on when he saw this scene.

He flashed and stood in front of Zhao Changsheng: "Changsheng, stop! Why are you so impulsive?"

Zhao Changsheng's anger subsided slightly when he saw his master, but he still said angrily, "Master, you don't know that my second uncle often bullies my mother when I'm not around. How can I swallow this!"

Ye Xinghe frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Changsheng's mother. Seeing her face covered with tears, he couldn't help but feel sympathy.

It's natural for an old mother to be bullied when her son is not at home.

He patted Zhao Changsheng's shoulder gently.

"Changsheng, don't act on impulse. Your first priority now is to cure your mother's illness. Other grudges can be resolved in due time."

Ximen Feixue also echoed: "Brother, Master is right, we should help Aunt cure her illness first."

Having said that, Zhao Changsheng still felt unable to swallow the anger in his heart.

All in all, he will go and settle the score with his second uncle sooner or later for this matter!

The most urgent thing is his mother's health.

Ximen Feixue handed the box containing the ancient fallen leaves to Ye Xinghe. Ye Xinghe took the box and opened it gently. The ancient fallen leaves exuded a faint fragrance.

Ye Xinghe turned his head to look at Zhao Changsheng's weak mother lying on the bed. At this moment, the old woman's face was sallow, and her breathing was weak and uneven.

It can be seen from this that the old man must have been in poor health.

He gently sat down beside the bed, placed the ancient fallen leaves on the small table beside him, and took out an exquisite silver needle box from his bag.

The silver needle box was opened, revealing a row of silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses.

Ye Xinghe's slender fingers gently picked up a thin silver needle. He first gently pressed Zhao Changsheng's mother's wrist, carefully feeling the beating of her pulse, which was weak and chaotic, intermittent.

The old man is in very poor health.

After a moment, Ye Xinghe found an acupuncture point, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the silver needle penetrated the acupuncture point accurately and quickly.

The needle entered the skin, and perhaps because of the pain, the old woman's brow trembled slightly. Ye Xinghe looked at her with concern and said softly, "Don't be afraid, auntie. It's just a little sting, it will be gone soon."

Then, he picked up several silver needles in succession with skillful techniques.

Every stitch is placed, whether shallow or deep, at an accurate angle.

When inserting some silver needles, he gently twisted them to guide the flow of qi and blood in the body.

Some of them quickly break through the skin and stimulate the meridians that are blocked by illness.

As more and more silver needles were inserted, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhao Changsheng's mother's forehead. Ye Xinghe knew that this was a reaction of the body starting to dredge the meridians under the stimulation of the silver needles.

At this time, Ye Xinghe picked up a piece of ancient fallen leaf, crushed it gently, put it into a porcelain bowl, poured in some clean water and stirred it slowly with a silver spoon to fully integrate the medicinal power of the ancient fallen leaf into the water.

Then, he dipped a very fine silver needle into the medicinal juice and slowly dripped it along the acupuncture point where the needle was inserted. As the medicinal juice seeped into the skin, the silver needle, which had been dull and lifeless, gradually took on a faint green hue, the result of the interaction between the medicinal power of the ancient fallen leaves and the human body's qi and blood.

The old man's breathing gradually became steady, and his complexion began to turn from sallow to a faint blush.

Zhao Changsheng was delighted, knowing that the technique of ancient fallen leaves and silver needles had begun to show results.

Ye Xinghe quickly sped up his movements and injected a few more needles into several key acupuncture points.

Ye Xinghe gently held the old woman's hand and asked with a smile, "Auntie, how are you feeling? Is your pain better?"

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Many, thank you."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Changsheng knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed heavily to Ye Xinghe several times: "Master, I have no way of repaying your great kindness!"

If it weren’t for his master, Zhao Changsheng would probably have lost his mother.