653: C653 Wager

C653 Wager

"You can't make the decision to pay me the prize money that I want. I want the Subfluid Needle of your Wu family. Are you sure you can give it to me?" Yu Jingzhe glanced at Wu Jun.

"Don't even think about it." Wu Feng was furious.

The Subfluid Needle was a needle technique passed down in the Wu family, it could be said to be a secret that was not passed down. Their Wu family's Worryfree Hall was also relying on this face, how could they easily hand it over?

"See, I already said it. It's not like you can't make a decision. What's the point of not having a bet?" Yu Jingzhe laughed.

"If it's anything else, I can use the money as a wager." Wu Feng thought for a while and said.

"Talking about money is too vulgar, and it hurts your feelings. Such a gamble is against the law, I want you to use the Subfluid Needle as the prize. If you can't, don't worry about it." Yu Jingzhe said.

"Yu Jingzhe, this wager of yours is quite difficult to win. If Wu Feng were to use the Subfluid Needle as the wager, what kind of wager would you give out as the wager? You can't be confident that you can win, right? " Koo Zhengye followed suit.

You made me use the Subfluid Needle as a prize, what can you take out? At the very least, you should be on the same level as our Subfluid Needle. " Koo Zhengye's words reminded Wu Feng.

He wasn't a fool, he was easily provoked and agreed to it.

"The Subfluid Needle passed down in your family is only the first half of the Eight Children of Zi Yang. You don't have the second half, so I can provide you the second half of the Eight Arts of Turtle." Yu Jingzhe's seemingly casual words gave Wu Feng a shock.

"What did you say?" You have the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle? " Wu Feng looked at Yu Jingzhe with a strange light in his eyes.

"Of course, the Subfluid Needle and the Spirit Turtle Eight Arts are known as the Meridians Eight Arts, but your Wu Family only has the Subfluid Needle, if I lose, I can provide it." Yu Jingzhe smiled faintly.

"Words have no basis, how do I know if you have the Eight Extract Needles of the Spirit Turtle?" Wu Feng did not dare to believe it. There was still another thought that he had as well. He would win it after he confirmed it.

"It is only right that I should take the first ten years of my life, the ninth term of the Hengshen period, and the tenth term of the Hengshen period, with eighty percent of the number of Hengshen period." "The tenth period of the Hengshen period is already at seven in the afternoon," said Ji Yunshu. "The tenth period of the Hengshenshen period is no longer the tenth period of the Hengshenshen period." Yu Jingzhe said slowly with a faint smile, "Are you familiar with this chant?"

As he spoke, he took out a few silver needles from the examination table. With a flick of his right hand, the silver needles were stabbed into the peach wood table.

"This... This really is the lost Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle! "

That's right, this is the basic needle technique of the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle. If one doesn't understand the profound meaning behind it, then this needle diagram cannot be stabbed out. It is indeed the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle.

The eight spirit turtle techniques were a set of profound acupuncture techniques, but they were lost in recent times. Currently, the eight spirit turtle techniques that had been passed down throughout the world were just a little bit of skin and bones; the true eight spirit turtle techniques were extremely profound and could not be easily obtained.

Originally, it was called the Eight Meridians Meridian Arts, but because it was lost, there was only one needle technique, the Subfluid Needle. If the two needle techniques were combined, then the level of acupuncture could be considered a divine needle.

Wu Feng's eyes were staring straight at the mysterious pattern on the table, and his eyeballs were almost popping out. Suddenly, he blurted out, "I'll bet with you, I'll use our Subfluid Needle as the prize!"

"It's better if you call your grandpa over. You can't make the decision, what if you lose and can't provide it?" Yu Jingzhe said.

"I won't lose, don't look down on others!" Wu Feng shouted.

"You already lost at noon." Yu Jingzhe slowly spoke out a fact.

"That's only because I performed incorrectly. I did not lose!" Wu Feng said angrily when he saw Yu Jingzhe mention what he had just said.

"You are a doctor. Do doctors allow any malfunctions? You are making a joke about the lives of your patients. You actually think that you are going crazy because the people you hold in your hands are all living people? " Yu Jingzhe shouted.

"Wu Feng, contact your grandfather. This matter is extremely important, and you can't make the decision." Koo Zhengye did not dare to blow this matter up. After all, he could not afford to offend the Wu family.

"... "Then you just wait for me." Wu Feng glared at Yu Jingzhe and said. He then quickly walked out with his phone and called his grandpa.

As both sides had excellent prizes, everyone was looking forward to the match. In order to not delay the exam, they let the other students take the first test for acupuncture.

The difficulty of this stage was much higher than the previous one. Many students admitted their wrongs and were sprayed with water as they dejectedly retreated. Soon, the number of people at the scene lessened. Currently, there were less than ten examinees remaining.

Half an hour later, a white-haired but energetic old man rushed over with a brocade box in his hand.

This old man was Wu Zien of the Worryfree Hall, the grandfather of Wu Feng.1

"Grandfather, you're here?" Wu Feng ran forward happily.

"My friends, I'm really sorry for disturbing you today." Wu Zien first apologized to the instructors. After all, he had wasted a lot of time on their private matters.

"Old Wu, today's gambling house is not small. If you really win, then you will really become a thorn in the side." Elder Li, who was familiar with Wu Zien, laughed.

"It really is the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle." Wu Zien stared at the mysterious pattern on the table for a while and said.

Then, he turned around and said to Yu Jingzhe: "Young man, do you really want to bet?"

"Elder Wu, it's not that I want to gamble, it's your grandson who started it." Yu Jingzhe added.

"Feng, how confident are you?" Wu Zien turned his head and asked Wu Feng.

"Eighty percent." Wu Feng vowed that he was not being conceited. As the future successor of the Worryfree Hall, his medical skills were destined to be extraordinary since young. Especially in the field of acupuncture, he had put in more hard work than anyone else.

And this was only a conservative estimate. If he was to take action, the success rate would probably reach ninety percent.

Perhaps his level was not comparable to Yu Jingzhe's, but he was confident that the speed of his acupoint recognition and the degree of accuracy would definitely be better than Yu Jingzhe's.

"Alright, I'll leave the future of the Worryfree Hall to you." Wu Zien was very pleased and asked Yu Jingzhe, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Yu Jingzhe, I'm just a doctor at the No.1 hospital in Beijing." Yu Jingzhe smiled.

"Yu Jingzhe, do you know how precious the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle are? They are not inferior to national treasures. Are you sure you want to compete?" Wu Tie said.

"Elder Wu, don't worry. I naturally know how precious this Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle is. If your grandson really wins, I can only say that my skills are inferior and that the Eight Arts of the Spirit Turtle is only in my hands. So what if I gift it to you?" Yu Jingzhe said indifferently.

"Alright, since that's the case, I won't let you suffer a loss for nothing. If you lose, this needle technique will belong to us, but I definitely won't let you suffer a loss. Here is a cheque for one million yuan." Wu Zien said.

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