Lu Yunfeng's words exploded in the ears of everyone in the audience like a thunderbolt.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths wide open enough to swallow their fists, and they looked at Lu Yunfeng with incredible eyes, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Are you kidding?

Lu Yunfeng is a generation of Jiangnan acupuncture kings, and his unique acupuncture skills can be regarded as a top-level figure in the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine community.

On the surface, he's just a doctor.

But in fact. The dignitaries and nobles in the entire Nanjiang Province who have received his favor, I don't know how many, even the magnates of Yanjing invited him to go for treatment, these invisible connections add up, the energy is terrifying!

In this world, you can be rich and powerful, but you can't escape the torture of disease after all!

If you suffer from any incurable disease, knowing a skilled Xinglin Holy Hand is equivalent to having a second life.

In the eyes of everyone, now that Ye Fan has shown extraordinary acupuncture skills, it is not impossible for Lu Yunfeng to have a heart for talent and make an exception to accept him as an apprentice!

But they never expected that Lu Yunfeng would directly kneel on the ground and want to worship Ye Fan, a young boy, as a teacher!

The scene that happened in front of them brought them an unprecedented visual impact.

...; ...;

Seeing this, Ye Fan was also shocked in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to help Lu Yunfeng up, and said, "Master Lu, please get up quickly, aren't you tormenting me like this?"

On the other side, Lu Yunfeng said repeatedly: "Divine Doctor Ye, don't call me master! In front of you, Yun Feng really can't afford this title!"

Divine Doctor Ye, just by virtue of the Divine Needle of Crossing Doom that you just cast, it is enough to become my master! I also ask Divine Doctor Ye to agree to accept me, a disciple with dull qualifications, otherwise, I will kneel here for a long time!"

Lu Yunfeng's tone was extremely firm, and there was a posture that Ye Fan didn't agree, and he knelt here to the ground, and the sea was dry and rotten.

Even Ye Fan himself didn't expect that the Divine Needle of Doom that he used at will would make Lu Yunfeng so moved.

What Ye Fan didn't know was that the doctor is a Taoist, and the master is the teacher, and it has nothing to do with age!

What's more, now that traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, all major schools are cherishing themselves, and many ancient books have been completely lost.

And the Doom God Needle. It hasn't been a hundred years!

Although he didn't know Ye Fan's identity, in Lu Yunfeng's opinion, nine times out of ten, he had obtained an ancient inheritance, coupled with his amazing talent, to be able to learn the Doom Divine Needle.

On the other hand, if he can worship Ye Fan as a teacher and learn the Doom Divine Needle, it can be regarded as him Lu Yunfeng taking advantage!

This kind of great opportunity, maybe only once in a lifetime, he has to grasp it tightly!

Looking at Lu Yunfeng, who was kneeling in front of him, Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Lu Da...; ...; If you are willing, I can teach you this acupuncture technique when I have time!"

"Doctor Ye, what do you mean...; ...; Are you willing to accept me as a disciple?"

Lu Yunfeng's tone was full of ecstasy, and then he didn't give Ye Fan any chance to refuse, and continued: "Master is above, please accept the apprentice!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, Lu Yunfeng kowtowed to Ye Fan three times, which was regarded as an apprenticeship.

Looking at Lu Yunfeng, who was old enough to be his father, kowtowing to himself, Ye Fan only felt uncomfortable for a while, and hurriedly helped Lu Yunfeng up from the ground and said, "Doctor Lu." No need to be polite!"

"Master, we in Chinese medicine pay the most attention to respecting teachers, how can we forget the rules handed down by our ancestors? Master, now I am your disciple. You can just call me Xiao Lu or Yun Feng!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan's face was full of strange colors, and he asked him to call Lu Yunfeng "Xiao Lu", but he couldn't call it out.

"Ahem...; ...; Then I'll call you Yunfeng...; ...;” Ye Fan said.

"Yes, Master!"

Lu Yunfeng nodded immediately, his tone was full of respect, as if he really regarded Ye Fan as an elder.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was also a little overwhelmed, but he didn't expect to accept a "cheap" apprentice like this.

Of course, after all, this Divine Needle was a secret technique taught to him by Wei Lao.

Fang Cai, Ye Fan had already secretly asked Wei Lao in his heart. Wei Lao didn't care that he taught this magic needle.

After all, this doom acupuncture is a treasure that belongs to China, and if it can be taught to benefit more patients, it can be regarded as a merit!

But when the time comes. How many layers of essence can Lu Yunfeng comprehend depends on his own understanding!

After that, Ye Fan turned around, looked at Wang Zhen and said, "Mr. Wang, I have some personal matters and want to talk to you!"

As soon as these words came out, Cui Rongrong and Wang Dongliang next to them changed their faces drastically, holding their breath and concentrating, their hearts hung in the air, but they didn't dare to speak.

But Wang Zhen didn't notice the change in their expressions, and said to Ye Fan: "Doctor Ye, you are my life-saving benefactor, no matter what you ask, you can mention it!"

"Mr. Wang, this is not the place to talk!"

"Hahaha...; ...; Doctor Ye, I'm abrupt, let's find a place to talk about it!"

...; ...;

Half an hour later, by the West Lake, a quaintly decorated Chinese tea room.

This tea room is bland from the outside. But there's a hole in it.

The tea tables and chairs are all made of high-quality Hainan Huanghuali, and the cost alone is as high as one million Chinese coins.

The surrounding furnishings are also antiques, and looking out from the tea room, you can take in the beautiful scenery of West Lake, but there is no hustle and bustle, which is elegant and extraordinary.

At this moment, in the tea room, Ye Fan and Wang Zhen sat opposite each other, with two cups of tea on the table. The fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Ye Fan picked up the teacup and took a sip slightly, only to feel that the sweet and warm tea entered his throat, and his teeth and cheeks were fragrant, as if the whole person's body and mind were relaxed. Indescribable comfort, praised:

"Good tea! Much better than the barley tea I usually drink!"

Although Ye Fan doesn't know the tea ceremony, he can also feel the extraordinaryness of this tea.

"Doctor Ye, this is the 'Imperial Front Eighteen' of the West Lake Longjing in Suzhou and Hangzhou, if you like it!" Wang Zhen smiled on his face, but he was a little speechless in his heart.

You must know that this West Lake Longjing is the first of the top ten famous teas in China.

And the eighteen trees in front of the palace, referring to the eighteen tea trees in front of the West Lake, did not taste the sweetness, first smelled through the fragrance, the king of tea, by the Qianlong Emperor himself to seal the royal seal, famous.

It is rumored that the annual output is less than a catty, and its price cannot be measured by exact figures. It's not something you can buy with money!

Wang Zhen finally got a few taels of tea, and he was usually reluctant to drink it!

If it weren't for Ye Fan's life-saving grace to him, he would never have taken out such a precious tea to entertain him.

Who knew that this priceless "eighteen trees in front of the palace", in Ye Fan's mouth, was only "better than barley tea", it was really a cow chewing peonies, and it was a tyrannical thing.

However, Wang Zhen will not have any pity in his heart!

If it weren't for Ye Fan's rescue, I'm afraid he would have died in Huangquan by now, what is this little tea?

With most of the cup of tea in his stomach, Ye Fan suddenly turned his gaze to the hand on Wang Zhen's left wrist, and said:

"Mr. Wang, can you lend me your hand?"

"Oh?"

Hearing Ye Fan's request, Wang Zhen was a little surprised, but he immediately took off the hand and handed it to Ye Fan.

After Ye Fan took the hand, his eyes lit up, and he carefully rubbed and studied it.

I saw the rosary on the hand, the pulp was ruddy, the color was dignified, and the cinnabar part in the middle of the beads could be vaguely seen.

The skin is transparent, the middle of the hole penetrates perfectly, there seems to be a little gold in the cinnabar, and the feel is extremely delicate and warm, non-iron and non-jade, I don't know what material is made of.

Elder Wei had said before that this is a magic weapon!

Ye Fan could feel that in each rosary, there seemed to be a kind of power, although it was small, but it was extremely pure, but it was completely different from the aura between heaven and earth, indescribable, and unclear.

Seeing Ye Fan's contemplative appearance, Wang Zhen on the side cautiously tried to say, "Doctor Ye, do you have any interest in this Gabala?"

"Gabala?"

When Ye Fan heard this, he frowned slightly, as if he had heard of this word somewhere.

At this time, Wang Zhen continued: "Don't you know Doctor Ye? This Gabala is the human bone rosary of Tibetan Buddhism!"