Long Yifei had two classes in the morning, the second and fourth. After he finished class, he had already finished school. His residence was far away from the school. If he went home for lunch, he would spend all his time on the road. Fortunately, the school has a canteen and the food is not expensive, but the steamed buns in the canteen were so hard that they could smash people. Long Yifei experienced it in the canteen at noon.

After lunch, Long Yifei had no habit of taking a nap. It was boring to stay alone in the office, so he walked out of the campus. Not far along the road ahead of the school, Long Yifei turned to a big road, and saw an old man sitting on the sidewalk on the roadside. Although the old man was blind, with white hair, he looked quite fairy-like. There was a piece of red cloth on the ground in front of him, and a few big words were written on the red cloth: Touch the bones, and the iron mouth was broken, breaking the whole life.

Long Yifei always felt that the old man looked very friendly, as if he had seen him somewhere. Long Yifei was puzzled and couldn't help but come to the old man's stall and squatted down, and asked, "Uncle, how can I touch my bones?"

When the old man heard that a business came, he stared at Long Yifei with no black eyes, as if he could see Long Yifei. He said, "Just touch your hands, you will know your life. Touching twenty yuan a day."

Long Yifei handed over his hands, "Uncle, I want to make a fortune in Yansha City. Can I see if I can do it? What is my fate?"

The old man first grabbed Long Yifei's left hand and touched it, then grabbed his right hand and touched it. Long Yifei clearly saw that the old man's hands suddenly trembled. Just when Long Yifei was surprised, the old man said, "Brother, I'll touch your face."

Long Yifei smiled and said, "Didn't you tell me that I'll know my life by touching my hands? Why do you still have to touch my face?"

"The boy's bones are different from ordinary people. The blind man is afraid of touching the wrong ones. He wants to touch your face and make sure it is." The old man's voice was trembling.

Long Yifei put his face in front of the old man. The old man touched Long Yifei's face with his hands trembling. He suddenly reached out to grop on the ground for a while, rolled up the red cloth on the ground, and then touched the blind man's crutch beside him and stood up, saying slowly: "I'm really sorry for the blind guy's bones."

After saying that, the old man hugged Long Yifei and turned around and walked with a crutch.

When Long Yifei saw the old man leaving, he smiled in his heart. This blind man used a common method used by the sorcerer of the martial arts world. He first told you that you were in trouble and then let you lose money and avoid disasters. I don’t know whether you can avoid disasters. Anyway, it is certain to lose money.

Long Yifei wanted to know what kind of things this blind man could say. Anyway, it was a rainy day to beat the child, and he was idle. It was okay to expose the blind man's scam. Thinking of this, Long Yifei hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand, and asked, "Uncle. What's the matter with you? I think you must have seen something you don't want to say. I'll give you double the money, tell me you'll be fine."

The old man shook his hand and shook Long Yifei's hand away and said, "My brother's bones are different from ordinary people. They are not something that blind people can talk nonsense. I can't see your bones. Please ask for a clever one."

After saying that, the old man shook his hand away and walked with a crutch. Long Yifei looked at the old man's back helplessly, and suddenly found that when the old man shook his hand, something fell on his body. It looked like a cloth, and it looked like a cloth, and it was rolled together. "Uncle, you have lost something."

Long Yifei bent over and picked up the thing. Because of curiosity, he couldn't help but open it and take a look. After seeing it, Long Yifei screamed in shock: "Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate?"

After opening this thing that looks like a cloth, there is a bag, with a row of silver needles of different sizes inserted inside, a total of fourteen, the last one, like the thickness of hair, circling up and down in the bag for several times, and it is impossible to tell how long it is.

The old man was shocked when he heard Long Yifei's words, turned around and walked back, and asked, "The little brother opened his mouth and called out the origin of this silver needle. Could it be that you have seen the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"

Long Yifei rubbed his nose. He had never seen the silver needle, but strangely, he opened his mouth and called out the name of the silver needle. Long Yifei didn't know why. Seeing the old man asking, Long Yifei shook his head, suddenly remembered that the old man was blind and could not see himself shaking his head. He hurriedly said, "I have never seen the thirteen needles of the ghost gate. I am also very strange. I seem to know his origin when I saw this silver needle for the first time."

The old man stared at Long Yifei with his godless eyes and said slowly: "Yin Chuan."

"Yin Chuan? What does it mean?" Long Yifei asked.

"In 1992, a man appeared in Shanxi. This man was an ordinary farmer. Suddenly one day, he had a strange skill. This man did not use advanced modern medicine equipment or had to take pulses for patients. He just had to look at the patient's hand lines and you could know what disease you had. It was more accurate than using modern advanced medical equipment to test it. At that time, this incident even alarmed the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Some scholars and doctors went to Shanxi to find this person.

After their scientific research, they found that this person does have this ability, which is somewhat similar to the ability to treat diseases in ancient times. What makes scientists puzzled is that this person used to be a real farmer, and he didn't even recognize many big words and never left the village in his life. Who did he learn his ability?

In fact, his ability comes from Yin Chuan. Your situation is the same as his situation, and your ability also comes from Yin Chuan. Everything in the world cannot be separated from Yin and Yang. People learn a skill, either by learning skills by learning by learning or reading books. This method is called Yang Chuan. The corresponding method has never been taught or learned, but has learned a skill for no reason, which is called Yin Chuan."

Long Yifei said with an oh, "I have never seen or even heard of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. Today, I knew that this was the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, which is the Yin Transmission. However, the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate looked like a silver needle for acupuncture. I don't know anything about traditional Chinese medicine. What's the use of knowing the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate?"

The old man suddenly laughed a few times and said slowly: "The Thirteen Acupuncture of the Ghost Gate was created by Master Zhang Tian. Its function is not just to cure diseases and save people. Since your ability comes from Yin Chuan, of course you don't need to learn Chinese medicine and Western medicine. When you use it, you will naturally use it."

Long Yifei rubbed his nose again and rolled up the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate in his hand. The cloth leather was only the size of a lighter, so it was convenient to carry it. Long Yifei handed over the cloth leather and said, "I don't understand what you said, please put away the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate."

The old man did not accept the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, and waved his hand and said, "This Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate was created by ancient masters. Its usage method has long been lost. Since the little brother has passed on the usage of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, I will give the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate to the young brother. I hope the little brother will use this needle well and do not let down the wish of the ancient sages of compassion for the heavens and others."

Long Yifei looked at the old man's face with the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate. He felt that the old man was so sacred and inviolable, and could not refuse the old man. He immediately said seriously: "Thank you, uncle, I must remember the uncle's words."

The old man nodded and said to Long Yifei: "I will give you a few words before leaving. Your bones are strange and are definitely not ordinary people. But the fate of the peach blossom disaster is too serious. Only after the peach blossom disaster will it be a good result. This time, you are a substitute teacher at No. 6 Middle School. This time, you are the turning point of your destiny and the mission you shoulder. Be careful of the air-raid shelter in your school."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left slowly. Long Yifei's heart was filled with surprise: How did he know that I was the substitute teacher of No. 6 Middle School! Who is this old man?
Chapter completed!