Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Chapter 391 Clearing the Blockage

In the west courtyard of the Murong residence, the morning light cast long shadows on the blue brick floor. Song Ming stood in this room, usually used for practicing internal energy cultivation, his gaze sweeping over the sword tassels and weapon manuals hanging on the surrounding walls. A faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Murong Qingfeng had already removed his shirt, revealing several old scars crisscrossing his lean back. The most menacing scar ran from his left shoulder to his right waist, like a wound torn open by sharp claws.

Murong Qingfeng sat on the spread-out carpet, turning his head to watch Song Ming methodically arrange the silver needles. The needles gleamed coldly in the morning light, their tips as fine as hair, yet exuding a formidable aura. "Brother Song, thank you for your trouble," Murong Qingfeng said, his voice tinged with weariness, yet also with trust in Song Ming.

Without looking up, Song Ming focused intently on wiping the silver needles in his hands, as if they were priceless treasures. His movements were gentle and meticulous, and the silver needles gleamed in his hands.

"Senior Murong, I am truly flattered that you call me 'brother'! However, there's no need for such formalities between us," Song Ming said with a smile, his voice gentle and friendly.

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and walked behind Murong Qingfeng. Murong Qingfeng sat quietly in the chair, his eyes slightly closed, seemingly enduring some kind of pain.

Song Ming extended his fingers and gently pressed on Murong Qingfeng's back, feeling the rise and fall of his bones and muscles. His fingers seemed to have a life of their own, tracing the most accurate acupoints on Murong Qingfeng's back.

Finally, Song Ming found the acupoints he wanted. His fingers moved swiftly like a snake, and the silver needles, as if by magic, accurately pierced the Feishu, Zhongfu, and Fenglong acupoints...

Each time a silver needle was inserted, Song Ming would lightly flick the end of the needle, causing it to vibrate slightly. The frequency of the vibration seemed random, but it actually contained a hidden mystery, as if it were having a subtle dialogue with the qi and blood within Murong Qingfeng's body.

Murong Qingfeng clenched his teeth, and a fine layer of sweat had already seeped onto his forehead. The muscles in his back were also taut with tension, and you could almost hear the muscle fibers being stretched.

When the silver needles pierced the Dazhui and Quchi acupoints, Murong Qingfeng's body trembled violently, and he let out a muffled groan. His brows furrowed tightly, as if he were enduring immense pain.

Seeing this, Song Ming quickly comforted him in a soft voice, "Relax, don't be nervous. The more nervous you are, the more intense the pain will be." His voice was deep and gentle, as if it had a calming power.

As he spoke, Song Ming gently placed his own hands on Murong Qingfeng's outstretched hands, and then slowly channeled his internal energy into his body. This internal energy flowed like a gentle stream along Murong Qingfeng's meridians.

However, when these two internal forces met in Murong Qingfeng's meridians, the situation suddenly changed. They were like two surging torrents colliding violently in a narrow river channel, stirring up huge waves.

Murong Qingfeng, being a martial artist with profound internal strength, immediately felt the powerful impact. Without hesitation, he mobilized his own internal energy and, following Song Ming's guidance, launched an attack towards the obstruction.

In an instant, veins bulged on their foreheads, and their faces flushed crimson, as if all their strength was concentrated in this moment. The air in the room also seemed to become heavy due to the surge of their internal energy, making it somewhat suffocating.

Time ticked by, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on Murong Qingfeng's forehead, his breathing becoming rapid. But he did not give up, gritting his teeth and persevering.

Finally, after a long wait, Murong Qingfeng suddenly felt a sharp pain near his left atrium. The pain was like lightning, instantly spreading throughout his body.

However, just when he was about to reach his limit, a warm current, like a clear spring, slowly flowed through the blockage. A miracle occurred; the stubborn blockage gradually loosened under the impact of this warm current.

Just then, Murong Qing and Dong Nanxi rushed back. Both were covered in sweat, their faces showing helplessness. "Mr. Song, we've searched every restaurant in the city, but we really can't find a chef who perfectly meets your requirements," Murong Qing said, panting. "However, we did find a few skilled cooks who are willing to learn how to make medicinal cuisine from you."

Song Ming nodded, but remained focused, continuing to concentrate on clearing Murong Qingfeng's meridians. As time passed, both of them were soaked with sweat. Murong Qingfeng felt all his strength draining away, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. Finally, Murong Qingfeng felt a "boom" as the blockage in his left atrial artery was completely cleared. Murong Qingfeng felt the oppressive feeling in his chest vanish, as if he had emerged from a deep pool, reborn.

Song Ming breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his inner energy, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He walked to the side and replaced the water they had prepared with spiritual spring water from his spatial source. The spring water poured into a cup, shimmering with a faint glow and carrying a refreshing fragrance. Song Ming handed a cup to Murong Qingfeng, "Drink this; it will help you recover your energy."

Murong Qingfeng took the cup, took a small sip, and felt a sweet taste slide down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel much more energetic. He felt exceptionally comfortable, even his breathing became smoother, as if the surrounding air had become sweeter. Murong Qing and Dong Nanxi looked at the two of them, then at the paper in their hands recording the requirements for the medicinal diet. Had Song Ming heard what they had said?

At this moment, Song Ming said, "You could find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to work as a cook in the manor and prepare meals separately for Old Master Murong. Or you could have him tell the cook how to cook; that would be beneficial for Old Master Murong. By the way, we're going to take a bath now, so please have the manor prepare some hot water." Then he turned to Murong Qingfeng and said, "Old Master Murong, please take the Ginseng Nourishing Pill now. Then you can take a bath, and after that, rest for a while. You can get up before lunch. I'll go rest for a bit too."

Then Song Ming went back to rest. He was really tired, but now that the most serious blockage had been cleared, things would be much easier afterwards. After taking a shower, he fell asleep shortly after lying in bed. When he woke up again, an hour later, he saw Dong Nanxi coming to find him. She said, "Brother Song, get up and eat! My cousin and his wife are here too." Song Ming nodded and said, "Okay, let's go quickly. Don't keep them waiting." With that, he got up and quickly pulled Dong Nanxi away.