As soon as I reached the entrance of the Wanshou Hall, I heard Old Mo's wailing screams.
It startled me.
Holding the box, I walked inside.
At the door of the inner room, I saw my martial uncle holding silver needles and pricking Old Mo's back.
At the same time, I heard my martial uncle say:
"Hey, hey! My apologies, Xiao Mo.
I had a drink, my hand was shaking just now, and I missed the spot.
Bear with it, Uncle will give you a few more needles, don't worry, it won't kill you..."
My martial uncle's acupuncture skills were indeed quite remarkable.
But at this moment, he was reeking of alcohol and fumbling with the needles, which was still quite frightening to behold.
At the same time, my martial uncle noticed me at the doorway:
"Yo! Xiao Qin, you're here. How are you feeling today?"
"Ah! Uncle..."
"Damn, I missed again."
"..."
I looked embarrassed, completely stunned.
My martial uncle, too, could be unreliable sometimes.
Looking at Old Mo again, he had a miserable expression:
"Uncle, can we stop pricking? I don't want to relax my muscles and invigorate my blood anymore!"
"Stay still. Are you doubting your uncle's acupuncture skills?"
My martial uncle reprimanded him.
Old Mo immediately wilted and looked to me for help:
"Brother Qin!"
I swallowed, not daring to provoke my martial uncle:
"Just bear with it, you'll be fine in a moment!"
"Uncle, I'll sit here for a bit."
After saying that, I sat down nearby, not disturbing them.
My martial uncle also didn't ask why I had come.
He continued to prick Old Mo, and the subsequent needles did not miss the mark.
After finishing, my martial uncle let out a sigh of relief.
He looked at me and said:
"Xiao Qin, why don't Uncle give you a few needles too?
To help your injuries recover faster?"
Hearing this, I waved my hands repeatedly:
"No, Uncle, I feel like I'm almost recovered."
My martial uncle was completely intoxicated at this moment, even hiccuping as he spoke.
Having him prick me now would not be a good thing.
So, I hurried to get to the point:
"Uncle, I came to give you this."
Saying that, I handed him the box.
My martial uncle was taken aback, he took it with his hand:
"What is this?"
"To help you heal."
I said with a smile.
My martial uncle then opened it.
Upon seeing it, he frowned, then relaxed.
He started laughing, "Hehehe," and his drunkenness seemed to lessen a bit:
"Uncle doesn't want this, keep it for yourself."
"Why, Uncle? You have a serious internal injury, eating this will help you recover quickly."
I said.
My martial uncle closed the box and said to me:
"Old Mo already gave me one last night, and I didn't accept it.
This is from the Old Mother of the Abyss, given to you two.
It's your destiny, and Uncle cannot accept it.
Besides, my internal injuries are nothing."
"Uncle, if you don't take it, I won't feel right!"
I said earnestly.
My martial uncle still waved his hand:
"I don't want it anyway.
This is the beard of the Invincible Old Mother.
I don't want to get entangled with the karma of that old monster.
Take it back!
Also, you and Old Mo are both injured.
This destiny is yours, and it's useful right now.
Who knows, it might even improve your cultivation.
Oh, right, I've brewed some medicine.
Come over at three in the afternoon to drink a bowl."
My martial uncle was very decisive, and his refusal was equally direct.
I wanted to say a few more words.
But my martial uncle raised his hand:
"Xiao Qin, if you say anything more, Uncle will have to ask you to leave."
My martial uncle became serious.
Old Mo, who was lying nearby, also chimed in:
"Alright, Old Qin, I advised my Uncle last night, but it was no use.
He didn't listen to my advice and kept drinking while injured.
He drank three bottles of beer as soon as he got back last night, and half a bottle of baijiu this morning..."
Hearing this, my martial uncle turned and glared at him.
Scared into silence, Old Mo dared not say another word.
I also knew my martial uncle's temper.
He was much more volatile than our master, a man of his word.
If I lingered any longer, my martial uncle would surely smack me.
Helpless, I put away the box.
I stayed at Wanshou Hall for a while, and when I saw my martial uncle about to try and prick me, I quickly ran out.
I said I was going to the market to buy live chickens for Xiao Mei...
Half an hour later, I returned to the shop with ten live chickens.
Xiao Mei's eyes went wide as she saw me carrying live chickens.
Her eyes turned green, and she looked ravenous.
Before I could even put down the bag, Xiao Mei snatched it and took it to the backyard.
A series of clucking chicken sounds were followed by gulping and tearing sounds.
I was also hungry, so I ordered takeout for myself.
As I wasn't feeling well, I didn't open for business. After eating, I went back to my room to rest.
Until my phone rang.
It was Old Mo calling me to come over for medicine.
I went to Wanshou Hall and drank a bowl. It was very bitter, but it would surely help with recovery.
At the same time, I saw my martial uncle hand me a plastic bottle.
It contained a red liquid, and I didn't know what it was.
"Uncle, what is this?"
My martial uncle smiled:
"This is the medicinal wine I brewed. Take it together with the Old Mother of the Abyss's beard you have.
It will definitely help you recover in a short period.
But that beard belongs to a Grey Immortal.
Grey Immortals gather Yin energy.
Therefore, the beard is most effective when taken at midnight.
When night comes, chew the beard and take it with my medicinal wine.
It will definitely be of great help to you.
I've already prepared Old Mo's, and this is yours!"
With that, he pushed the plastic bottle further towards me.
I didn't take it immediately, but instead looked at Old Mo on the other side.
Old Mo nodded, implicitly agreeing.
Seeing that, I couldn't say anything more.
My injuries were indeed not light.
I also had internal injuries.
It would take time to fully recover.
I still had to fight the Yin fiends for lifespan, and I couldn't do that without a good physical condition.
Clearly, taking the Old Mother of the Abyss's beard to accelerate my recovery was the best option at the moment...