Chapter 15 Xuanhuang Acupuncture

Meng Hao walked into the antique street, stopped in front of a small stall, and found a yellowed ancient book.

There are five big characters on the cover of the book, which is an extremely rare ancient font.

But after Meng Hao mastered the basic algorithm of "Tianji Shensuan", he could easily recognize any font from ancient times to the present.

He squatted down, picked up the book and flipped through it.

Seeing that he was young and dressed in ordinary clothes, the stall owner naturally looked down on him and said coldly, "Young man, this book is hundreds of years old and you can't understand it. Don't flip through it here and tear it apart!"

"How do you know I can't understand?"

Meng Hao raised his eyebrows. "If this book is really an ancient book that is hundreds of years old, why would you be willing to sell it on the street? It was just copied by an old scholar more than 60 years ago based on an incomplete ancient book! It's a pity that the old scholar didn't know this kind of ancient characters, which resulted in the incomplete ancient book being filled with many mistakes after he copied it! So although this book has a history of more than 60 years, it is actually not worth much!"

The stall owner was stunned. He stared at Meng Hao for a long time before swallowing his saliva and saying, "From what you said... it makes a lot of sense. So what do you think is the title of this book?"

"The title of the book is 'Xuanhuang Acupuncture Method', and this ancient writing is Xianyu writing. About 2,500 years ago, a very small country used this writing, but this country existed for a very short time, so the number of people in the world who can recognize Xianyu writing can be counted on one hand."

Meng Hao was talking enthusiastically when the stall owner stood up and bowed deeply to Meng Hao.

"I'm sorry for being so rude. I never thought you were such a great man at such a young age! Yes, this book was indeed copied by an old scholar sixty years ago based on an incomplete ancient book. To be honest, that old scholar was my great-grandfather!"

"He only knew that the language used in this book was Xianyu language, and that it recorded a long-lost magical skill called Xuanhuang acupuncture. Unfortunately, he himself did not know Xianyu language. As a result, although this book has been passed down in our family for several generations, it is of no use at all!"

"Now that I've done this business, I've also taken this book to the stall to sell, but if it's too cheap, I can't bear to sell it, and if I ask for a high price, no one will buy it. I was thinking of putting it away after today, but I didn't expect to meet you, a young master, who actually knows this kind of writing!"

The two of them were talking so happily that an old man came over and listened attentively.

The old man was dressed in a Tang suit and looked very dignified. Following closely behind him were a middle-aged man in his forties and a young girl in her twenties.

The girl had a beautiful face. She wore a printed short T-shirt and slim-fit jeans. Her long legs highlighted her graceful figure.

The middle-aged man was dull and serious. Judging from his strong physique, he should be the old man's follower or bodyguard.

Seeing that other customers had come, the antique stall owner quickly bowed to the old man in Tang suit and said, " I was so happy talking to this young man just now that I neglected you. I wonder if there is anything on my stall that can catch your eye?"

The old man smiled without saying anything, just looking at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao ignored him and continued to look through the incomplete and erroneous book "Xuan Huang Acupuncture Method".

The young girl sneered and said, "How rude of you, boy! My grandfather has been standing here staring at you for a long time, and you dare not pay any attention to him!"

Meng Hao looked up in astonishment and said, "I'm not the stall owner, why should I care about the customers who come to visit the stall?"

"you..."

"Come on, Wenya, what the young man said is right!"

The old man quickly interrupted the girl.

The girl refused to give in and sneered, "I heard you brag about knowing the Xianyu language. If you have the ability, read a few sentences out loud!"

Meng Hao ignored the girl and looked at the old man in Tang suit and asked, "Isn't this old man a master of Liuhequan?"

"Huh?"

The old man frowned , "How did you know that?"

"How else could he tell? He must have found out Grandpa's identity long ago and is waiting here to catch Grandpa's attention!"

the girl interjected angrily.

Her name is Tang Wenya, and she is the old man's favorite granddaughter.

The old man's surname is Su, and he is a well-known figure in the entire Nanzhou Province.

The dull man is the old man's personal bodyguard, named Wei Feng, and has been following the old man for more than twenty years.

Tang Wenya has a beautiful face and a good family background. She is the focus of men's attention wherever she goes.

She didn't expect to meet Meng Hao today, and he was too lazy to pay attention to her again and again, so she felt very uncomfortable.

Meng Hao had actually figured out the family backgrounds of these three people, but with his current abilities, there was no need for him to curry favor with anyone. Instead, he knew that sooner or later, this old Mr. Su would take the initiative to curry favor with him.

So in the face of Tang Wenya's rudeness, Meng Hao just smiled and said no more.

Mr. Su hurriedly added, "My granddaughter has been naughty since she was little, don't worry about it, little brother!"

Meng Hao nodded and continued, "Liuhequan is one of the most popular styles of boxing in the world. However, the old man's Liuhequan is not the same as the popular Liuhequan in the world. It should be derived from the lost Liuhe Bahuangquan, right?"

The old man was so shocked that he took a deep breath. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Wenya interrupted him and said, "I thought he had found out about grandpa's identity a long time ago. I didn't expect that he also knew all about our family's magical skills! Tell me, what are your intentions?"

She reached out and grabbed Meng Hao.

Meng Hao avoided it lightly.

Mr. Su quickly grabbed Tang Wenya and shouted, "Wenya, stop it right now. If you continue to be so impetuous, go back to school and attend classes immediately. Don't come with me anymore!"

"Grandpa, this guy is a liar ..."

"shut up!"

The old man shouted loudly, and Tang Wenya finally shut her mouth in grievance, but she glared at Meng Hao fiercely again.

"Please don't be offended, little brother!"

Mr. Su hurriedly clasped his fists towards Meng Hao again , and Meng Hao quickly returned the gesture.

Mr. Su then said, "But I am also very curious, how did you know that my Su family's Liuhe Fist was derived from Liuhe Bahuang Fist? There are very few people in this world who know this secret!"

"You think it's weird too, don't you? I think it's weird too!"

The stall owner couldn't help but interrupt, "Just now this young man said that my book "Xuanhuang Acupuncture Method" was copied from an incomplete ancient book by an old scholar sixty years ago. This is absolutely true, because the old scholar is my great-grandfather! But I am the only one in my family who knows about this. Even my wife doesn't know. But this young man said it exactly. I am puzzled and even doubt whether he is the legendary immortal!"

As the stall owner was talking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Act, keep acting!"

Tang Wenya sneered, "I think you two are just playing a double act. This guy is just a stooge. You're trying to coax my grandfather into buying this useless ancient book, right?"

The stall owner smiled so hard that he said, "What are you talking about, little girl? I just met this guy, what's the point of asking for help ? Besides, the old man hasn't read this book, so what's the use of asking for help?"

"...Young man, this book costs at least 35,000 yuan. Do you want to buy it? If you want to buy it, take it away. If not, put it down immediately. I don't want to be known as a shill!"

"Thirty-five thousand is a bit expensive. I just said that your book has a lot of incomplete and wrong omissions, and I have to spend a lot of time to correct them and complete them, so... make it cheaper, I'll buy it for thirty thousand!" Meng Hao said.