179 A Book of Hundreds of Years, A Profound Kung Fu Scripture (1/2)

The night was quiet.

Wang Yao was standing outside his cottage and looking at the sky.

He was observing the sky and thinking. A huge amount of knowledge of Chinese massage or Tui Na he just gained was in his head. He heard that Chinese massages initially appeared in Qibo Jing, a classic Chinese medicine document from ancient China. Qibo Jing was a profound book with rich knowledge in meridians, internal organs, and bones.

What?

Wang Yao just found his knowledge of Chinese massages worked well together with the use of Qi inside his body.

I'm going to try to combine Chinese massages with breathing exercises and see what will happen.

The next day, Zhou Xiong and his son arrived at Lianshan. Zhou Xiong extended his lease of the unit for another few months so that they could live there temporarily.

”Kang, take a rest now, we are going to see your Uncle Wang in the afternoon,” said Zhou Xiong.

”Okay, Dad,” said Zhou Wukang.

Zhou Xiong then called Wang Yao to make a time for catching up.

It was nice and sunny in the afternoon.

Zhou Xiong and his son arrived at the foot of Nanshan hill at about 2 pm. They looked up and noticed that Nanshan hill was full of trees and plants.

”Wow, it has changed so much here in such short period of time!” said Zhou Xiong.

They went uphill and arrived at Wang Yao's cottage. San Xian barked to alert Wang Yao.

”Hello, San Xian,” Zhou Wukang greeted San Xian with a smile.

”Hello, Zhou Xiong. Hello, Kang, please come in.” Wang Yao invited them into his cottage.

”Sorry to bother you again, Dr. Wang,” said Zhou Xiong.

”Not at all!” Wang Yao made them a pot of tea.

”Well, before we came here, my father asked me to bring a special gift to you. I hope you'll like it.” Zhou Xiong took out a package out of his backpack. He opened the package, and there was a book inside. It was a thread-bound antique book, which looked quite old. There two ancient Chinese characters on the front cover—Quan Jing.

”This is?” Wang Yao took the book and went through a few pages. The book was about Chinese boxing, like those books containing Kung Fu secrets in the novels.

”This book was passed on from generation to generation in my family. It contains a lot of key points on how to practice Chinese boxing. It has at least one hundred years of history,” said Zhou Xiong.

”This is too precious for me to have. I can't accept it.” After listening to Zhou Xiong's explanation, Wang Yao realized that the book was probably a precious family possession. The gift is too precious for him to accept.

”The contents of the book are already in our heads now. Like what my father said, he would rather give it to people who will appreciate it than leave it there doing nothing. In addition, we owe you big debt, and we don't know how to pay it back,” said Zhou Xiong.

”I see. But I still can't accept it.” Wang Yao shook his hand and smiled.

But Zhou Xiong insisted on giving it to Wang Yao.

”Well, how about lending this took to me? I'll keep the book for a year and return it to you a year later. What do you think?” Wang Yao was truly passionate about Kung Fu.

”Okay,” said Zhou Xiong without hesitation.

”Good, now let me take a look at Kang,” said Wang Yao.

It was a good opportunity for Wang Yao to test his new skills.

The child's arm was still skinny without vitality. It was like a piece of dead wood.

The meridians inside his arm were still blocked. His arm was almost wasted.

”Let me massage your arm. Tell me if you feel pain,” said Wang Yao.

”Okay,” said Zhou Wukang.

Wang Yao started to massage his arm. He transferred his Qi to his right hand when massaging Zhou Wukang's arm. His right hand slowly warmed up, and it even got a bit hot after a while. But it was still not very useful as some nerves of Zhou Wukang's arm had died. His arm was like an old machine, which was delayed and had stopped functioning.

Zhou Wukang suddenly moved his arm slightly.

”What is going on, Kang?” asked Wang Yao.

”I feel a bit warm in my arm,” said Zhou Wukang.

A bit warm?

Wang Yao started to control his Qi and slowly transferred his Qi back to his body. He continued to use special techniques to massage Zhou Wukang's arm.

Wang Yao pressed, rubbed, pushed Zhou Wukang's arm with both his palm and fingers.

”Dr. Wang, your massage technique is so amazing!” sighed Zhou Xiong. It was the first time Zhou Xiong witnessed Wang Yao using a massage technique. He really admired such a technique and could tell Wang Yao's identification of acupuncture points was extremely accurate. As a Kung Fu expert, Zhou Xiong was also familiar with acupuncture points and meridians. He noticed that Wang Yao massaged through the meridians of Zhou Wukang's arm, which none of the average doctors could do.

”I just learned the technique,” said Wang Yao.

”You just learned? Stop joking!” said Zhou Xiong with a smile. Even people who were not familiar with Chinese massages could tell it would have taken years to develop such a technique.

Wang Yao just smiled.

Wang Yao focused on Zhou Wukang's arm when conducting the massage. He also gently massaged Zhou Wukang's shoulder and back. It took Wang Yao nearly one hour to complete the massage.

”How do you feel, Kang?” asked Wang Yao.