After Yuan Zhenhai left, Zhou Wu became even more eager to make magic talismans, because if he could draw real magic talismans, his and his family's safety would be more secure.
So early the next morning, he and Chu Xiangzhi flew to the capital.
This place in the capital is definitely a dragon's den and a tiger's den. If he didn't want to see the other party making brushes with his own eyes, he would not come here in person.
Ao Qian'er's hair was so precious that Chu Xiangzhi had no problem getting it made in the capital, but he was worried that the person who made the pen would steal some of the work during the production process.
So Zhou Wu had to personally supervise it, and he even had to take back the hair that was no longer needed.
Ao Qian'er is not human. If someone takes her hair for testing, wouldn't it be possible to detect non-human genes?
Therefore, although he did not want to come to the capital, he still came.
This is his third visit to Beijing, and the first two visits to Kyoto caused turmoil.
This time, he planned to return to Yuyang as quickly as possible after making the pen.
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Yubi Zhai is located in the famous Panjiayuan Antique Market in Beijing. Yubi Zhai is open to the public and sells the Four Treasures of the Study and the like.
Chu Xiangzhi knew Boss Zhong from Yubi Zhai, so he had called him before coming.
The interior of Yubi Studio is antique-style, with a particularly strong smell of calligraphy and ink. Boss Zhong is an old man in his sixties, wearing a cotton robe and old Beijing cloth shoes.
After Chu Xiangzhi brought Zhou Wu in, he welcomed them to the tea room on the second floor very politely.
At first glance, Mr. Zhong seems to be from a scholarly family, an intellectual, and he speaks in an elegant and slow manner.
"Ms. Chu, how is Mr. Chu's health?"
When Zhong Lishi mentioned the word "Mr. Chu", he leaned forward to show respect for Mr. Chu.
"The old man is in good health, but this time I am not here to make a calligraphy brush for my father, but for my master to make a calligraphy brush."
"Your master?"
Zhong Lishi was shocked. What kind of person could be Chu Xiangzhi's master?
"This is my master." Chu Xiangzhi introduced with a smile!
"Well……"
After hearing Chu Xiangzhi's introduction, even though Zhong Lishi was a man who had experienced ups and downs in his life, he was still confused!
The young man in front of me is only twenty years old, right?
And you, Mr. Chu, are already over forty, right? You actually worship a young man as your disciple?
What great ability does this young man have?
"Hello, Mr. Zhong, my name is Zhou Wu." Zhou Wu took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou, hello, Mr. Zhou."
Zhong Lizhi quickly stood up and shook hands with Zhou Wu!
Zhou Wu took out a strand of Ao Qian'er's hair from his arms and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhong, how many brushes can you make from this strand of hair?"
"It depends on whether you want it thicker or thinner. If you want a thinner one, you can barely make two. If you want a thicker one, one is about the same."
"Okay, let's make one."
Zhou Wu took a deep breath and said, "I would also like to trouble you, sir, to help me make it as soon as possible. I will be very grateful to you once it's done."
"No, no, no, I have been friends with the Chu family for more than thirty years. Mr. Chu's brushes were all made by me, Zhongli Shi. When did you receive any money?"
"But you may have to wait a few days."
He shook his head and said, "I have some personal matters that I have to deal with in the next two days."
"Mr. Zhong."
Chu Xiangzhi said at this time: "My master is waiting for the brush to be used urgently. You see..."
Zhonglishi smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Chu, how dare I delay the guests you brought. I just want to accompany my old wife at home to Zhonghai for medical treatment tomorrow. It will take three days to go back and forth."
"Cure?"
Zhou Wu raised his eyebrows: "May I ask, sir, what is your wife's illness?"
"My master is a doctor, a Chinese medicine practitioner."
Chu Xiangzhi said from the side: "Furthermore, my father's hidden illness and my hidden illness were both cured by Master."
"What?"
Zhong Lishi was shocked. This young man was actually a Chinese medicine doctor? He had treated Mr. Chu? He had treated Chu Xiangzhi?
This is amazing.
Who is Mr. Chu? Can any doctor treat him?
It can be said that those who treat him must be at the national level.
"You...you...I..."
Zhong Lishi stood up. If Chu Xiangzhi was not lying, why would he go to Zhonghai to let this young Chinese medicine doctor treat his old wife?
"Is it convenient for Mr. and Mrs. Zhong? If you can move around, you might as well come here. If not, I can go to your home now to give Mrs. Zhong a look!"
"If you can come, if you can come, I'll call them now and ask them to come over."
Zhong Lizhi quickly took out his phone and called home.
After a while, he put down the phone and looked at Zhou Wudao: "I wonder who Mr. Zhou studied under?"
He was a little worried. If after his wife came, Zhou Wu was half-assed, he would be punished.
Zhou Wu smiled faintly, waved his hand and said: "My master cannot say more, but Mr. Zhong, have you been feeling short of breath and wheezing recently, feeling dizzy when you lower your head and then look up again, and you always feel like you have phlegm but can't cough it out?"
"Also, your palms and soles are very hot and even itchy. It's so itchy that you can't sleep at night?"
"Ah? How do you know?"
Zhong Lishi opened his mouth, because what Zhou Wu said was so right, it was as if he saw him getting sick!
He was extremely shocked. You know, I only shook hands with him before, right? I didn't even feel his pulse.
Zhou Wu smiled: "Let me give you a few massages first. I hope you can go get a spittoon!"
"good."
Chu Xiangzhi immediately went to find the spittoon, while Zhou Wu went around behind Zhong Lishi and gently pushed his back.
This is the massage technique of traditional Chinese medicine.
Even though Zhou Wu only studied for less than half a year, he basically knew everything Yao Lao knew, including silver needles, massage, bone setting, etc. He had learned all of them indistinguishably.
Although he has not yet become a disciple, he just lacks experience. Moreover, he has been exposed to relatively few cases and does not have much clinical experience.
However, I believe that as time goes by and he comes into contact with more and more patients, he will accumulate experience, and by then he will naturally outperform others.
Chu Xiangzhi found a spittoon, while Zhou Wu took his time and massaged Zhonglishi's back repeatedly!
Zhong Lishi felt very comfortable, very comfortable, as if his bones had been loosened.
And after Zhou Wu had been massaging for about seven or eight minutes, suddenly Zhou Wu motioned for Zhong Lishi to lower his head, and then he pushed gently with his palm, and with a 'pop' sound, Zhong Lishi spurted out a mouthful of thick black phlegm.
Big, dark and fishy!
"Ah...this..."
Zhong Lishi wanted to speak, but Zhou Wu pushed and pushed again, and then he coughed up a black blood clot!
"alright."
Zhou Wu waved his hand and said: "I know you can pour this out!"
"It's so comfortable..."
At this time, Zhong Lishi took a long breath. He felt more relaxed than ever before, the kind of relaxation that made his body feel light!
"You have phlegm accumulation caused by lung heat, coupled with a history of smoking in the early years, so there are many impurities in the lungs, and our lungs are actually a kind of filter for the dust we inhale when we breathe, etc.
, will be attached to the lungs. You have been engaged in the pen and ink business all year round, so you became sick from overwork, but you are fine now!"
"High, really high. This time I, Zhonglishi, really met an expert. Thank you very much, Mr. Zhou!" Zhonglishi bowed his hands and saluted.
"You're so polite, I still count on Mr. Zhong for my pen!"