Chapter Thirty-Five: Unsheathing the Blade

  "Down-to-earth, looking up at the starry sky"

  When Lin Hui finished writing the eight characters and lifted his pen, the three people's faces were already filled with shocked expressions. If the first one or two characters made their eyes light up, then the four characters "Yearning for the Starry Sky" completely stunned them.

  Just a few words later, Lin Hui became familiar with that feeling, and the next four words can be said to have made tremendous progress. Between the fonts, there is actually a hint of a gentleman's style.

  Although Wu Mengui didn't have the professional eye of Wang Jia Wen and others, she could also tell that Lin Hui's eyes were a little surprised as he looked at her. Previously, he had thought that Lin Hui was just practicing Chinese calligraphy for a short period of time and hadn't expected him to be so good at it.

  Lin Hui wrote in a bold and cursive script, with the four characters "Gazing up at the starry sky" standing out so dazzlingly.

  "Uncle's writing is really nice."

  Finally, a soft exclamation from Mengmeng broke the tranquility, and several people came back to their senses.

  Three old men had already stood up from their chairs and walked to the table, staring motionlessly at those few words.

  "I really didn't expect it..." Wang Jiawen exclaimed after a moment. "Xiaohui, you've been practicing calligraphy for some years now?" As he spoke, Wang Jiawen couldn't hide his admiration.

  He is still in shock, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he absolutely wouldn't believe that this was written by Lin Hui. The majestic air between the lines can't be produced without decades of practice, and Lin Hui is only a few years old now.

  Lin Hui really did it!

  Lin Hui nodded and said, "My dad likes calligraphy, so I started practicing characters when I was very young." He knew clearly in his heart that if the accident hadn't happened to him, his handwriting would have been able to surprise a few people at most, but it wouldn't have had such a shocking effect.

  To be honest, Lin Hui was shocked himself. Although there is still a certain gap between his writing and Wang Jia's, it's not that big anymore.

  "This is also too unreasonable, right?! Are you still letting people live?!" Zhang Chusheng finally spoke up, looked at the words, then looked at Lin Hui again, his face still with an incredulous expression.

  Zhang Chusheng was very confident in his own calligraphy, but now Lin Hui, a twenty-year-old, wrote characters that were on par with his, and even showed signs of surpassing him, which made Zhang feel a little off balance.

  Lin Hui is only a few years old, even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, at most twenty or thirty years, but he has been practicing for forty or fifty years.

  This gap...

  "Lao Zhang, you should know the gap now," Sun Minghao said with a teasing tone upon seeing Zhang Chusheng's expression.

  This time, Zhang Chusheng unexpectedly did not refute, and sighed, "Alas, it seems that not admitting defeat is not an option. But this really is a bit of a blow."

  Lin Hui smiled and said, "Old Zhang, don't say that. Your calligraphy is much better than mine. I still have a lot to learn." Lin Hui indeed thought so, although he had mastered the most important momentum and aura, there were still many places where he needed to improve.

  Zhang Chusheng's eyes widened suddenly, "I just casually sighed, what are you blindly comforting about."

  "Xiao Hui, don't mind him, he's just temporarily jealous and feeling unbalanced in his heart. He'll be fine later." Wang Jiawen said with a smile.

  Under the "coercion" of San Lao, Lin Hui picked up his pen and wrote a few dozen words. By the end, several people were shocked to the point of numbness, and Lin Hui seemed to be making progress with each word he wrote.

  In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. During this time, Wu Mengui quietly watched Lin Hui and the three old men chatting, listening to the occasional words of praise from the three elders, a happy smile would also appear on her face, as if they were praising her.

  "Cough!"

  Just as a few people were chatting, Zhang Chusheng's face suddenly changed. The moment before was still full of smiles, but now his face showed a painful expression, and one hand kept rubbing the back of his neck.

  "Old Zhang, your old illness is acting up again?" Wang Jia Wen and Sun Ming Hao immediately helped him sit down in a chair.

  He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's an old problem, just rest for a while and you'll be fine. I was so excited that I forgot about it earlier." However, the expression on his face clearly indicated that he was in great pain at this moment.

  "You're almost at the age of entering a coffin, yet you still don't take care of your body." Sun Minghao said to Zhang Chusheng.

  "Is it because of Zhang Lao's cervical spondylosis?" Lin Hui suddenly spoke up after observing for a while.

  Wang Jia Wen nodded, "Old Zhang's cervical spondylosis has been going on for over a decade, and it's gotten worse in recent years. He used to work too hard and didn't take care of himself, so the problem became more serious as he got older. The hospital can't do anything about it either."

  Lin Huiyi listened and indeed it was so. Cervical spondylosis had reached a severe stage, making people feel unbearable pain, and it was very difficult to cure.

  At this time, Lin Hui was a little hesitant in his heart. After all, he didn't know if the things in his mind had any effect on Zhang Chusheng's cervical vertebrae. Seeing that Zhang Chusheng still looked painful, he hesitated for a while before deciding to speak up.

  "Zhang Lao, I know a bit about cervical vertebrae massage techniques, maybe it'll be of some use." Lin Hui still had a good impression of this straightforward old man, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken up, after all, he himself wasn't even sure.

  "Xiao Hui, sorry to trouble you." Zhang Chusheng said with a sudden grimace. Every time he had an attack, the only way to alleviate his pain was to rub his neck. However, regarding Lin Hui's words, he didn't take them too seriously and just wanted to slightly ease his pain.

  With the other party's consent, Lin Hui walked to Zhang Chusheng's back and his two hands naturally fell on the opponent's neck. At this time, a "special technique" involuntarily appeared in his mind.

  Ling Tian is not only a martial arts genius, but also has extremely high talent in other aspects. After many years of roaming the Jianghu, apart from his cultivation, his medical skills are also extremely formidable. However, at this moment, Lin Hui's memories about medicine have not awakened, and there is only a faint memory fragment.

  Among these memory fragments, a set of special massage techniques is relatively complete. According to memory, this set of massage techniques seems quite magical, not only can eliminate fatigue, displace joints, but also have therapeutic effects.

  This is also the reason why Lin Hui spoke up, even if it doesn't work out, there shouldn't be any harm.

  "Old Zhang, try not to move later on, and if you must move, please let me know in advance."

  As the memories flooded his mind, Lin Hui's two hands slowly began to massage the back of his neck. Because it was the cervical spine, Lin Hui didn't dare be careless, and this set of massage techniques was extremely special, requiring precise control over finger strength and rhythm, so Lin Hui was extremely cautious.

  Huh?

  Almost a minute later, Zhang Chusheng, who was still in extreme pain, suddenly opened his eyes. In just a moment, the pain wasn't as bad as before? And that feeling of wanting to vomit had disappeared.

  What's wrong?

  Seeing Zhang Chusheng's expression, several people around him showed a puzzled look.

  "Wang Jia's words were suddenly interrupted by Old Zhang, who asked, 'What's wrong?'"

  "It seems like it's not as painful as before." Zhang Chusheng said.

  As soon as this was said, several people around were suddenly surprised and not as sad as before. At this time, several people involuntarily looked towards Lin Hui behind Zhang Chusheng.

  If that's really the case, then the reason is self-evident. However, can you see the effect in just one minute? You know, Zhang Chusheng has been to dozens of famous hospitals and visited many famous doctors, both Western and Chinese medicine, but none of them had much effect.

  Now Lin Hui had only massaged for just a minute and already had an obvious effect, how could they not be surprised.

  But everyone remained silent, their eyes fixed tightly on Lin Hui. At this moment, Lin Hui didn't say a word, his gaze extremely focused, and beads of sweat had already begun to appear on his forehead.

  Lin Hui secretly felt a bitter taste in his heart. Based on the vague memories of medical skills in his mind, he sensed that Zhang Chusheng's cervical vertebrae had undergone slight dislocation. In this situation, he could only use his fingers to perform manual manipulation. This was undoubtedly a great test for his fingers, as all the force was concentrated on them. Even with his current abnormal physical condition, within five minutes, his fingers already felt a kind of soreness and swelling.

  Soon, everyone noticed Lin Hui's difficult expression.

  Wu Mengqi gently wiped away the sweat beads on her forehead with a tissue, being extremely careful not to disturb Lin Hui.

  The process lasted nearly eight minutes, and Lin Hui finally stopped. At this time, Zhang Chusheng, who was originally in agony, had a relaxed face, as if he had a kind of enjoyment.

  "It really doesn't hurt at all!" As soon as Lin Hui said it was over, Zhang Chusheng immediately spoke up, his face full of shock.

  In the past, every time I had an attack of my old illness, it would hurt for several hours, and sometimes even last for several days. But today, after being pressed by Lin Hui, it was fine in less than ten minutes.

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