"It's been a long time since I've seen the four-color jadeite with such good quality, happiness, wealth, longevity and happiness. The old man stretched out his hands and stroked this piece of exquisite jadeite with a very excited expression, as if he were stroking his own child.
Gao Peng looked at the old man's excited expression, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Zhou Yunqiong smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, is this jade okay?"
"Haha, girl, I haven't seen such good jadeite in ten years. I never thought that in my lifetime, I could still see four-color jadeite on the glass. It's really unexpected." The old man calmed down and slowly sat down again.
On the Grand Master's chair.
"Old man, I want to make this piece of jade into bracelets and pendants. Do you think it's okay?" Gao Peng looked at Wang Laodao.
"Yes, young man, I want to carve such a fine jadeite myself, but you have to give me time. My arm has been hurting a lot recently, so I'm afraid you have to wait for a while." The old man knew that this kind of exquisite product was a masterpiece.
Jade, you have to carve it yourself, and you don't have to worry about it being carved by an apprentice.
When Gao Peng heard that the old man said his arm hurt, he secretly took a look with his clairvoyant eyes. He understood in his heart and whispered: "Old man, your arm is injured due to old injuries. When carving the jade, you used excessive force and injured the meridians.
, I can cure you."
"What did you say? You...you can heal my arm?" Mr. Wang looked at Gao Peng in surprise, with a look of disbelief.
The old man's arm has been to many hospitals and many famous doctors, but he has never been able to see the root cause. Sometimes it is treated, but it happens again after a while, which makes the old man very irritated and disappointed.
Now, he has not carved jade by himself for a long time. When he comes to make jade, his apprentices do it.
But when the excellent jade material came, the old man still wanted to carve it himself. Carving jade was his favorite thing.
Now, this young man actually said that he can take good care of his arm, which surprised Mr. Wang very much.
Gao Peng nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Wang, I know a kind of massage and can heal your arm in a few minutes."
When Zhou Yunqiong heard Gao Peng say this, he looked at Gao Peng in surprise. What kind of massage technique is so magical?
"Can my arm be cured in a few minutes? Young man, you're not lying to me, are you? What's your name?" Mr. Wang didn't believe Gao Peng's words.
Gao Peng smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, my name is Gao Peng, how about we make a bet?"
When Wang Lao heard that Gao Peng wanted to make a bet with him, he thought to himself that this young man was interesting. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Gao Peng, what bet are you making?"
Gao Peng said: "Old man, if I can cure your arm, our company will have a large number of high-quality jade carvings to carve in the future. You, the old man, will lead people to complete these tasks, is that okay?"
When Mr. Wang heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said loudly: "Okay, as long as you heal my arm, when your jade material comes, I will let the apprentices give priority to carving. If the jade material is good, I will finish it myself."
When Gao Peng heard that the old man agreed, he felt relieved. With the carver, his fine jade and Sister Zhou's management, the jewelry company would definitely be able to open up.
Gao Peng said hurriedly: "Old man, okay, it's settled. I will treat your arm right now. Please stretch your arm over."
Mr. Wang smiled and stretched out his arm.
Gao Peng's right hand held the old man's arm, and a burst of spiritual energy rushed out of his index finger, entered the old man's wrist, and quickly repaired the old man's injuries along the meridians.
Mr. Wang's injury is a chronic disease. If it is not cured over time, the muscles and meridians of his right arm will atrophy.
The old man only felt a stream of cool air rush into his wrist from Gao Peng's hand like a small fish. As soon as the stream of cool air entered his arm, his whole arm felt like it was being put into a clear spring.
Extremely comfortable.
Where there was a dull pain, the pain is reducing and slowly disappearing.
The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him with a look of surprise on his face.
It's incredible that this young man's fingers can emit a stream of cool air.
Gao Peng saw the old man looking at him in surprise. He smiled and said, "Wait a little longer."
Mr. Wang nodded. He felt that his entire right arm became stronger and the original pain disappeared without a trace.
Five minutes later, Gao Peng smiled and retracted his palm and said: "Old man, okay, you can try your arm."
Mr. Wang suddenly stood up and waved his arms, feeling no pain at all.
The old man was surprised and picked up a sharp carving knife and slashed it hard at a stone on the side.
"Hiss..." Sparks flew everywhere, and a white mark was drawn on the stone.
"Haha... great, my old problem is finally cured, and I can carve to my heart's content again." The old man couldn't help laughing.
Zhou Yunqiong looked at Mr. Wang's ecstatic expression in surprise, then looked at Gao Peng and said with a smile: "You can actually treat people?"
Gao Peng smiled and said: "Of course, I can treat many difficult and complicated diseases."
"You also know how to treat difficult and complicated diseases? Are you lying?" Zhou Yunqiong looked at Gao Peng in disbelief.
Gao Peng chuckled and said, "I won't lie. If you have any incurable diseases, just come to me."
"Bah, you are the only one with a difficult disease."
Zhou Yunqiong's face turned red, she glared at Gao Peng, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Can gynecology be performed as well?"
Gao Peng was stunned by these words. He had never seen gynecology before. Most women had dysmenorrhea. Could it be that Sister Zhou also suffered from dysmenorrhea?
Gao Peng whispered: "Sister Zhou, do you have dysmenorrhea?"
Zhou Yunqiong's face turned even redder. She shook her head and said, "No."
Gao Peng was puzzled and whispered: "If there is no dysmenorrhea, then why does it hurt?"
"You little rascal, nothing hurts. We'll talk about it later when we get back." Zhou Yunqiong glared at Gao Peng again, making her neck turn red.
Gao Peng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Okay then."
"Haha, Gao Peng, thank you so much. Okay, I will cover all your jade carvings from now on." Mr. Wang was so happy that his beard was trembling.
"Haha, thank you Mr. Wang." Gao Peng knew that his visit this time was not in vain. He had finally gained something and it was a worthwhile trip.
"Old man, what happy event has happened to you? How happy are you? You have a great-grandson?" As he was talking, a tall and powerful old man with a black beard walked in from outside.
This old man is about seventy years old. His waist is as straight as a javelin. His long and beautiful beard is not white, but black and bright. His deep eyes reveal infinite wisdom.
The body shape is like a big mountain, emitting powerful majesty and powerful momentum.
Gao Peng stood in front of him and suddenly felt that he was an insignificant speck of dust.
Great master!
This old man turned out to be a great martial arts master, which surprised Gao Peng.
The realm of martial arts is divided into warriors, martial arts masters, great martial arts masters, masters, grand masters, sect masters, great sect masters, martial gods, great martial gods, martial saints, and great martial saints.
Gao Peng never expected that he would meet a great master here. Gao Peng quickly stood up respectfully and stood beside him.
"Haha, old Brother Shen, you are here, sit down quickly." Mr. Wang smiled and grabbed the black-bearded old man's hand and asked the old man to sit on another Taishi chair.
Mr. Wang called the old man with a black beard as Brother Shen, which made Gao Peng stunned. What's going on? The old man with a black beard looked younger than Mr. Wang, but how could Mr. Wang call the old man with a black beard as brother? Could it be?
, the actual age of the black-bearded old man is older than that of Mr. Wang?
"I've brought you plaster, eh? Is your arm healed?" The old man holding Mr. Wang's wrist looked at Mr. Wang in surprise.
"Haha, thank you Brother Shen for giving me the plaster. Now that my arm is healed, I can carve jade as much as I want in the future." Mr. Wang smiled so brightly that his beard started to flutter.
"Who cured you?" Old Shen looked at Mr. Wang in surprise.
Mr. Wang smiled and pointed at Gao Peng who stood up and said, "That's the young man named Gao Peng."
"I've met senior." Gao Peng quickly bowed to the old man.
"Hello, Grandpa Shen." Zhou Yunqiong knew Mr. Shen and quickly said hello to Mr. Shen.
"Haha, little girl, why are you here? How is your grandfather?" Mr. Shen also has a very good relationship with Zhou Yunqiong's grandfather Zhou Wending.
Zhou Yunqiong quickly held Mr. Shen's arm and said: "Grandpa Shen, my grandpa is very good. He was talking about you a few days ago. Why don't you go to my house these days?"
Mr. Shen said with a smile: "In a few days, I will go to your house and play chess with your grandfather."
"Okay, Grandpa Shen, my grandpa and I agreed to wait for you at home." Zhou Yunqiong said with a smile.
Mr. Shen glanced at Gao Peng, who was bowing to him, and said, "Your name is Gao Peng? Have you studied medicine?"
Gao Peng hurriedly said: "Senior, I have learned a little bit about traditional Chinese medicine."
"You actually cured Brother Wang's arm. How did you cure it?" Shen Junjiang was very puzzled. He had treated Brother Wang many times but could not get rid of the root cause. Such a young Gao Peng was actually cured.
When Shen Junjiang asked this question, Gao Peng felt bad. The spiritual energy he used to treat people's illnesses was different from the internal power they cultivated. As Mr. Shen was a great master, would he see the difference between his cultivation and theirs?
Gao Peng pondered for a moment. There should be very few people who practice martial arts who know about the world of cultivation. Even if the spiritual energy is exposed to them, Mr. Shen may not recognize it as spiritual energy. He can only feel it as a cool air flow. He said
It's a kind of qigong.
Thinking of this, Gao Peng hurriedly said: "Old senior, I have learned a simple Qigong massage, and used Qigong to heal Mr. Wang's arm."
"Qigong massage?" Mr. Shen pondered for a moment, his expression kept changing, he stared at Gao Peng for a while, then suddenly stretched out his wrist and said: "Gao Peng, how do you think my body is?"
Elder Shen's actions shocked Gao Peng. A great master could also be sick? Isn't it?
Gao Peng hesitated for a moment and did not dare to stretch out his hand.
When Mr. Wang saw that Mr. Shen actually extended his hand to ask Gao Peng to see a doctor, he was also stunned and whispered: "Brother Shen, are you sick?"
Mr. Shen glanced at Mr. Wang and whispered: "Let Gao Peng take a look."
Gao Peng whispered: "Senior...I..."
Mr. Shen smiled and said: "Gao Peng, don't be nervous, just treat Mr. Wang as a doctor and say whatever you want."
Gao Peng glanced at Mr. Wang and felt very depressed.
Mr. Wang looked at Gao Peng and couldn't help but smile. He patted Gao Peng's shoulder and said, "Since your Grandpa Shen asked you to see it, you should take a look." (To be continued)