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The old patriarch's face remained unchanged, as if he was relying on his elders to show off his old age: "My lord, please calm down. Every word of this old man is true, and there is no falsehood. I guess that my ancestor must have a spirit in heaven and does not want others to touch her relics. Please respect the deceased and leave us a message!"

"What nonsense!"

Chu Zhao finally couldn't help but got angry, looked at the clan leader with stern eyes, and said in a deep voice, "The miracle doctor Yun Jiuzhen has traveled all over the world in her life, treating illnesses and saving people, passing on her knowledge and teaching, and she has never kept her medical skills private. She founded the Miracle Doctor Hall , passed down the Golden Needle Medical Book to you, so that you can inherit her legacy, carry forward the Divine Medical Hall, save lives and heal the wounded, and help the common people on her behalf. However, you are not willing to make progress, and you are sitting on the foundation of your ancestors and sitting on nothing, throwing away a box of needles. Offering it up as a treasure and expecting it to bless you with good fortune and prosperity for your family is simply absurd, ridiculous, and extremely stupid!"

The words were sonorous, powerful, and filled with a hint of indignation, shocking everyone present.

Murong Xiao looked at her in surprise, wondering why she suddenly got so angry. Moreover, her tone sounded like she was lecturing her grandson.

The old patriarch's face turned red from being scolded by her, his mind was buzzing, and the arrogance on his face had disappeared. He opened his mouth but could not say a word.

The Fang family father and son were also a little confused.

The patient's family members are not worried yet, so why is the princess so anxious first?

Is she so angry because she just wants to cure the old lady?

Her ultimate goal is to win over the Fang family, right?

Yun Qi, who had been silent all the time, opened his eyes wide and glanced at the faces of Chu Zhao and the old patriarch. He felt the same as Murong Xiao.

It's strange, the princess is only 17 years old, why does the 70-year-old patriarch look like a grandson in front of her?

The old patriarch didn't know why he looked like a grandson. It took him a long time to recover, and he said with grievance and embarrassment: "The princess's words made me feel ashamed, but these rules were passed down from our ancestors. What can I do? I am still the same." That sentence, if the princess can open the box, you can use the golden needle as you like, but if you can't open it, it will be useless even if you kill the old man."

"It was passed down from our ancestors?" Chu Zhao sneered, "Our ancestors also asked you to work hard to become stronger. Why don't you listen? It's just a broken lock. How difficult can it be to open it? I guess it's not that you can't open it, but because of the There’s no way to divide the nine golden needles equally, right?”

Just like that medical book, if a family is divided, it must be split into two halves. The nine golden needles are an odd number, and no one wants to suffer a loss, so they have to offer them.

The color on the old patriarch's face had just faded, but he suddenly turned red again after she exposed the family scandal in public.

"Princess, don't speak too harshly. Every family has its own difficulties. If you can open the injection, take it. If you can't open it, please forgive me for taking it away."

"You said that because you are sure I can't open it?" Chu Zhao said, "If I can open it, what will you do?"

The old patriarch was driven to panic by her, and he said with a heart: "If the princess can open the box alone and use the golden needle to save Mrs. Fang, I am willing to risk being condemned by the ancestors and give the golden needle to the princess, but... …”

He took a breath and then added: "If the princess can't open it, go to the Yun family ancestral hall with me and burn incense and kowtow to my ancestors in person to apologize."

"Okay, it's a deal." Chu Zhao agreed without hesitation, "With so many people watching, the old patriarch shouldn't regret it when the time comes."

"I will never regret it." The old patriarch said with confidence.

Chu Zhao nodded, stopped talking, turned the gold box over in his hands, and quickly pressed and twisted it in several directions with his white, slender fingers.

With a "pop" sound, the golden box lid popped open, revealing nine golden needles arranged neatly inside, with different lengths and thicknesses. Even though they had been sleeping for more than 100 years, they were still shining with golden light and dazzling.

The moment he saw the golden needle, Chu Zhao's eyes immediately filled with tears.

She stared at them almost affectionately, like looking at nine old friends she hadn't seen for many years, and seemed to see through them the long, dusty past.

Murong Xiao's eyes fell on her face, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

This woman, obviously right in front of him, seemed to suddenly become distant and mysterious, out of reach, like a solitary sail in the smoke, like a mirage, or like a distant mountain filled with mist.

Chu Zhao!

Murong Xiao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab her, as if she would disappear out of thin air the next moment.

But the others were still looking at the box in Chu Zhao's hand with surprised faces and disbelief.

The lock that the old patriarch said could not be opened by any skilled craftsman was so easily opened by a 100-year-old girl after being passed down for more than 17 years?

Is this an exaggeration by the old patriarch, or is the princess really talented and talented at picking locks?

"Oh my god, my ancestor!" Yun Qi looked at the nine golden needles excitedly, and suddenly knelt down with a "plop", "Ancestor, did you show up? I didn't expect that I would be able to see it with my own eyes in my lifetime. The treasure you used, I am so lucky, I will die without regrets, die without regrets!"

Compared with his ecstasy and incoherent speech, the old patriarch's face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and he could hardly stand still.

In fact, it’s not that he didn’t know how to unlock the lock. As Chu Zhao said, when the two families split up, the box of gold needles couldn’t be divided equally. Everyone refused to give in. In the end, they had to put it in the ancestral hall as an offering. The method of unlocking it, Only each clan leader knows.

But now, the young princess actually opened the lock without any effort.

"How is it possible? This is absolutely impossible. What kind of deceit did you use?" The old patriarch was so anxious that tears came down his face. He stretched out his hand to grab the box of needles.

"What are you doing, do you want to regret it?" Murong Xiao grabbed him and threw him to Beiyuan, "Take him out and watch him carefully. Don't let him cause trouble."

"Yes." Beiyuan responded, pulled him up and walked out.

"No, I won't leave. I want to watch here. That's our family's treasure!" the old patriarch struggled and shouted.

"Let him go." Chu Zhao finally looked away from the nine golden needles, his expression solemn and solemn, "You all should go out first, and let the two grandsons stay here to help me."

"This..." Fang Guanru was worried, worried that if there was no one in the house and the old patriarch went crazy and tried to grab the golden needle, his wife would be dead.

"It doesn't matter, you all go out!" Chu Zhao said again.

Murong Xiao just felt that she seemed different from usual, so he didn't say much at the moment, and asked Beiyuan to let go of the old patriarch and took the others out.

The door closed and the room became quiet. Yun Qi was still kneeling on the ground and did not get up. The old patriarch was still staring at the box of needles.

Chu Zhao sighed and said to Yun Qi: "Get up, help your grandpa come over, and see how I perform the acupuncture."

"Hey." Yun Qi responded obediently and got up to help the old patriarch.

The three of them walked to the bed. Chu Zhao asked Yun Qi to light the candle, and then handed him the needle box and asked him to help hold it. He picked up a golden needle and raised it to his eyes, closed his eyes and recited silently in his heart: "Old man Friends, we can fight side by side again."

After a while, she opened her eyes, roasted the golden needles on the fire, and said to the grandfather and grandson: "Look, I will only teach you once. After you learn it, you will be responsible for Mrs. Fang's illness. Can you revive her?" Divine Medical Hall, it depends on whether you can take this step."