The leisurely pastoral life of Xiao Shannong

Back at Yang's house, Yang Yang followed Zhang Zian swayingly, staring at Yang Tianyuan and his wife in a daze.

Since his son was not short of money since he was a child, his vision was terrifyingly high, and he didn't see any of his classmates getting along well. Looking at it now, he was surrounded by Zhang Zian like a clingy puppy.

Yang Yang really wanted to tell everyone what happened just now, but his sister had already threatened him in the car not to tell what happened just now.

"Grandpa Yang, let's go back to the room and lie down, it will be convenient for treatment." Zhang Zian looked at Old Man Yang and said with a smile.

Yang Tianxiao and his younger brother Yang Tianyuan carried the old man to the bed, and then they stood nervously aside, not daring to breathe.

"Boy Zhang, don't tell me, after taking your elixir, I feel a stream of heat in my right leg." Old Man Yang said with a grin.

"The power of the elixir has not been fully absorbed by you, Grandpa Yang, but the congestion on the injured part of your leg has already formed a blood clot because of the long time, and acupuncture is still needed to dissolve it." Zhang Zian said this, He rolled up Mr. Yang's trouser legs.

The rest of the people blocked the door, not daring to speak, just watching with wide eyes.

Zhang Zian took out the filiform needle, and first used spiritual power to transfer it, which is much more powerful than alcohol sterilization.

According to the inheritance of ancient trees, acupuncture can be divided into Yinzi Jue, Zhenzi Jue, and Xizi Jue. In the case of Mr. Yang, the congestion has accumulated for decades. just work.

Zhang Zian stabilized his mind, his eyes became sharp, he casually grabbed a needle and stuck it on Old Man Yang's leg, then pressed lightly with his index finger, pressed the needle into an astonishing arc and let go of his hand suddenly, the needle shook violently.

Everyone watching was amazed, and Yang Yang wanted to applaud, but was held down by the quick-sighted mother and gave her son a glare.

What's the mess at this time, didn't you see everyone not daring to breathe?

Zhang Zian frowned slightly, and sighed softly in his heart, the quality of this fine needle is still too bad, if it is replaced with a silver needle, the arc can be delayed, and the effect will be better.

Zhang Zian used the same method to pierce the twelve needles on Old Man Yang's legs, and every once in a while, lightly press the needles again to make them shake.

Different from the spring needle, the Zhenzi Jue uses the swing of the needle at the same time to stimulate muscle vitality.

"Grandpa Yang, how do you feel?" Zhang Zian glanced at Old Man Yang and said.

"It feels a little painful, like an ant bite." Mr. Yang said in a relaxed tone, this little pain is nothing, and he didn't hum when he was hit by a bullet.

Zhang Zian knew it well, nodded his head, and after two rounds of gentle pressure, the people around him almost cried out in alarm.

Because they could clearly see that the part of Mr. Yang's right leg where the needle was pricked was swollen and swollen, and it was more like a complete piece of glass in the middle that was smashed and then shattered.

"Sister Yang, go get a water basin." Zhang Zian turned his head and smiled, and said to Yang Ran.

"Aww." Yang Ran hurriedly turned around and rushed out, and returned quickly after a few seconds, handing Zhang Zian a white washbasin.

Zhang Zian took out a sharp knife from his pocket, and said to Yang Tianxiao who was beside him, "Uncle Yang, please help me grab Grandpa Yang's leg."

Yang Tianxiao hurriedly followed Zhang Zian's instructions and pulled the old man's leg to the side to hang in the air, while he grabbed it firmly and fixed it.

Zhang Zian cut a small cut on Old Man Yang's leg with a knife, and immediately blood gushed out, mixed with many black blood clots.

The small blood clots that were shattered by Zhen Zi Jue flowed out obviously along the blood under the skin. When the last blood clot flowed out, Zhang Zian bandaged Old Master Yang first, and then took out all the needles.

Yang Tianyuan quickly took the water basin away, and the women behind saw the old man bleeding so much, their faces turned pale with fright.

The old man is over 70 years old, so he can't stand such a toss.

Yang Ran came up and grabbed Zhang Zian's hand, squeezed it lightly, and Zhang Zian responded.

Old man Yang was half lying on the bed, his face was extremely rosy, and he didn't appear listless due to excessive blood loss.

"Grandpa Yang, you should feel your legs now, you can try to move around." Zhang Zian smiled.

After being told by Zhang Zian, all eyes were on the old man. Old man Yang looked down at his right leg. It hadn't been used for decades, and he had forgotten how to use it.

Mr. Yang only felt that his right leg was very hot, and then his toes moved.

"Sister-in-law, did you see that the old man moved his toes just now?" Yang Tianyuan's wife said excitedly while holding her sister-in-law's hand.

"I saw it, I saw it!"

Then Mr. Yang's right leg actually bent. Mr. Yang was overjoyed, and quickly straightened, bent, straightened again, and bent again. He tried several times in this way.

"My leg has been healed?" Mr. Yang didn't dare to answer.

Everyone was also happy for a while, Yang Tianxiao glanced at Zhang Zian, the more he looked at him, the more pleasing he was.

"Daughter-in-law, take your siblings and Ran Ran to cook a few dishes. I really want to thank Zi'an today." Yang Tianxiao ordered with a smile on his face.

"Hey, let's go now." Mother Yang agreed with reddish eyes, and quickly turned around to clean up. The old man is well, so excited.

"Uncle, it's getting late, I should go back too, so there's no need to bother." Zhang Zian said coldly.

After all, I didn't tell my parents that I would spend the night outside when I came out, so it's better to go back earlier.

Yang Ran tensed his hands when he heard Zhang Zian's words, staring at Zhang Zian with begging eyes.

Yang's father, Yang's mother, and Yang Ran's second uncle and aunt all came to persuade him that it's okay to go, at least have a meal before leaving.

"Boy Zhang, why do you want to go!" Hearing that Zhang Zian said he was going to leave, Old Man Yang got off the bed angrily and stood on the ground. Because he was not used to his right leg, he staggered and fell forward.

Thanks to Zhang Zian's quick eyesight and quick hands, he took a step forward and grabbed Mr. Yang, so he avoided falling.

Everyone was terrified, Mr. Yang grabbed Zhang Zian's hand, Zhang Zian felt the calluses on his hands, and was startled.

"Why are you going? Don't leave today. If you want to leave, you will leave tomorrow." Mr. Yang said without doubt, not giving Zhang Zian a chance to object.

Zhang Zian was helpless for a while, turned his head to look at Yang Ran, and found that he was looking at him with begging eyes at the moment, his heart softened for a while, so he could only agree.

Everyone was happy, the women went out to prepare meals, and the men chatted in the house, enjoying themselves.

During the period, Zhang Zian went out, called his mother, and made up a random reason. Zhang's mother couldn't force her to say anything, but just told Zhang Zian to pay attention to safety.

Two hours later, the meal was ready, filling a large table, even richer than the Chinese New Year.

Zhang Zian was dragged by Mr. Yang to sit next to him, and next to Zhang Zian was Yang Ran.

Yang Tianxiao took out two bottles of Moutai, and tried to persuade Zhang Zian to drink. As a junior, Zhang Zian couldn't refuse, he could only refuse anyone who came.

In the beginning, he was relying on the inheritance of ancient trees, spiritual power, and being a master of the fourth rank of qi training, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

In the end, it still couldn't stand the crowd. Mr. Yang, Father Yang, and Yang Tianyuan were all masters of drinking, and they took turns taking turns. In the end, Zhang Zian fell unconscious on the table after drinking so much.