478: Chapter 478: Gui Yi Needling Technique (7)_1 478: Chapter 478: Gui Yi Needling Technique (7)_1 Qi Jingyi followed Qi Jingrongâs gaze, and his heart sank instantly.
Then he nudged him, âDonât say I didnât warn you, stay away from her.â
Qi Jingrong came to his senses, his face tinted with slight embarrassment, but he quickly laughed, âEighth Brother is joking, our thoughts are probably the same, right?
So itâs mutualâŠâ
Qi Jingyi frowned but said no more.
âItâs time for that Gu kid to receive his acupuncture,â Dao Xuzi said, waving his hand, then glanced at the others, âYou all should go do what you need to do.â
Only then did Yang Ruxin realize that they had been discovered being affectionate because the two of them had not considered the time and had lingered too long.
Dao Xuzi had mentioned the schedule during breakfast, and now the time had come.
She stuck out her tongue and then pushed Gu Qingheng into the house.
Qi Jingrong wanted to follow them inside but was blocked by Qi Jingyi.
âEighth Brother, I can go in and help,â Qi Jingrong blinked rapidly.
âNo need,â Qi Jingyi smiled.
âThe senior and Xinxin will take care of him.â Although he too had feelings for Xinxin, he would not do anything inappropriate, which was why Gu Qingheng trusted him.
However, he couldnât guarantee that his tenth brother wouldnât act foolishly.
Despite being from different camps, they were both from the royal family, and he didnât want Gu Qingheng to feel repulsed by the royal family members.
âAlright then.â Qi Jingrong could only nod helplessly before turning and sitting down in the courtyard.
Qi Jingyi gave Weng Ji a meaningful look and then left, fanning himself.
âEighth Brother, where are you going?â Qi Jingrong hurriedly followed when he saw him leave.
âIâm going to check on the fields, of course,â Qi Jingyi smiled, âNow that weâre in the countryside, shouldnât I observe the local customs and assess the hardships of the people?â
âIâll join you,â Qi Jingrong thought with disdain.
He had been here many times; he was only now thinking of observing the locals?
He didnât buy it and knew Qi Jingyi must be up to something else.
He had to follow.
âSuit yourself,â Qi Jingyi walked out the door with a smile.
Meanwhile, Weng Ji stood at the threshold holding the treasure sword, his posture making it clear he wouldnât let anyone enter.
Inside the house, Gu Qingheng had already been stripped of his clothes and was lying on the kang bed.
This was the second time Dao Xuzi had treated Gu Qingheng with acupuncture, for the needling technique was so powerful that it required intervals between treatments.
âGirl, watch carefully,â Dao Xuzi took out his personal needle pack, which he always carried with him.
Upon opening it, one side contained Golden Needles and the other Silver Needles of various sizes, roughly a hundred in total.
âYouâve called me Master, so naturally, I should teach you something.â Dao Xuzi pointed at his needle pack with a respectful and serious expression, âThis set of Needling Technique and the needles are handed down from our ancestors, and theyâve been passed down for hundreds of years.
Itâs called the âUnity Needling Technique,â deriving from the concept of âninety-nine returning to one.â Initially, there were indeed ninety-nine needles: thirty-six Golden Needles and forty-five Silver Needles.
But after successive ancestorsâ continuous refinement and innovation, there are now a total of one hundred and eight needles, each of gold and silver numbering fifty-four, in line with the one hundred and eight major acupoints of the human bodyâŠâ As he spoke, Dao Xuzi began inserting needles starting from the Baihui Acupoint on the head, proceeding down Gu Qinghengâs body in sequence, and finishing at the Yongquan Acupoint on the sole of the foot.
He explained in detail which acupoints required Golden Needles and which required Silver Needles.
He also demonstrated the technique, and after wiping the sweat from his forehead, he concluded, âIt took me three full years to learn this Needling Technique.
Whether you can master it depends on your fateâŠâ