C6

Just as Shi Lei was about to decline, Elder Wu had already opened the small case and took out a leather wallet and slowly opened it.

"Gold Needle with Phoenix Tail!" Shi Lei's breath stagnated, and he caught the golden needle in his hand in shock as he gently caressed it.

The phoenix tailed gold needle was said to be's possession, the 108 golden needles held life and death in their hands.

"A sword for a hero, a golden needle for a genius doctor. Sir, please don't decline." Seeing Shi Lei's shocked expression, Elder Wu broke into a smile.

The Elder Wu spent a large price to exchange this silver needle with an old friend. Now that Shi Lei was satisfied with it, he was immediately overjoyed.

Shi Lei hesitated for a moment, stood up and bowed to Elder Wu, "Thank you Elder Wu for your gift!"

If it was something else, Shi Lei might not necessarily have taken a fancy to it, but this was a Phoenix Tail Golden Needle that could only be encountered by chance and not sought after.

With this guy on his hands, he would no longer have to worry about his future safety in the future.

"Doctor Shi, I remember that before my father woke up, you said that the sandalwood in the house should be changed. What do you mean by this?" When Shi Lei was immersed in the golden needle, Wu Zhentian's voice woke him up.

Elder Wu glared at Wu Zhentian in displeasure.

"Your family's sandalwood has been added to the red cuckoo. Although this item is used to recuperate one's spirit, long-term use of it is harmful to one's soul. Elder Wu fainted right because of this. "

After Shi Lei finished speaking, he picked up a pen and paper from the table, bent down to write a prescription, and gave it to Elder Wu, "Elder Wu, use this recipe to make a sandalwood.

"Good calligraphy!" Elder Wu took the prescription and looked at it, his eyes lighting up.

It was like drawing a silver hook, flowing like the clouds and flowing like the water. Each word was sturdy and strong, but it also had the feeling of an immortal.

Rather than saying that it was a recipe, it would be more accurate to say that it was a good calligraphy piece.

"Sir, this is a set of words from a few days ago. Please give me your palm and eye." Elder Wu turned slightly and took out a book scroll from the cabinet behind him, then gently laid it flat on the table.

"These are the words of Wang Xizhi's past. It's difficult to find them now." The Elder Wu said to Shi Lei as he picked up the magnifying glass to once again carefully observe it, including the signature and the bell marks.

Although Shi Lei did not know much about calligraphy, he was still able to read it seriously.

"Elder Wu, you said that this is Wang Xizhi's handwriting?" Shi Lei stood up, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

Elder Wu nodded his head, "Yes, Wang Xizhi's style has not been fully developed yet.

Shi Lei shook his head slightly, "Then there's something wrong."

Seeing Shi Lei shake his head, Wu Zhentian laughed coldly, this piece of word was something that he got himself. He had asked 4 or 5 professors and experts to appraise it, and they all said that it was true.

"Sir, did you notice anything wrong with this word?" Elder Wu looked at Shi Lei, his expression turning serious.

I don't know calligraphy, but from the perspective of medical knowledge, the person who wrote this letter is an old man with an incurable illness. If you were to tell me that this was a work of Wang Xizhi from his earlier days, it would be somewhat against the common sense of the doctors.

"Ridiculous, nonsense!" Wu Zhentian finally could not take it anymore and scolded his.

Elder Wu pondered for a moment, looked at the words, and shook his head, "Zhentian, what mister said is not unreasonable, there are clouds in the ancient people, and in the calligraphy and paintings, there are auras within, and the words fit the person."

The Elder Wu straightened his body and said, "Once, Fu Shan, the calligrapher of the Qing Dynasty, fell asleep after he got drunk and wrote a piece of wild grass. When he woke up the next day and said that his life was coming to an end, his son asked him why and he said that he could tell from the words that he was dying and would not live much longer. It was only then that Fu Shan's son admitted that the words were not written by you, father. It was only after you had gone to sleep last night that I copied them. Not long after that, Fu Shan's son passed away. "

"I didn't expect Mister to be like Fu Shan, an expert at reading qi images!" After Elder Wu finished speaking, he threw the magnifying glass on the table.

"Father, what he said might not be true. You should know that I've found someone to monitor me four or five times, and all of them will be fine." Wu Zhentian's face was filled with unwillingness, looking at Shi Lei, he became somewhat angry.

"I don't know calligraphy, but from a medical point of view, it's just a family statement." Although Shi Lei said that, he was very confident in his own judgement, "Mr. Wu, you can use this calligraphy piece to ask around. Maybe this calligraphy piece might have another one."

Since Wang Xizhi had written such a character, this one must have been copied. As long as he asked around in the circles, he might be able to find out the truth of the matter. By then, the truth would be revealed.

There was also another reason that Shi Lei did not explicitly say, which was that all living things had a spirit and also had its own Qi.

The scroll of the calligraphy piece may have seemed ancient, but it didn't have the aura of ancientness.

Wu Zhentian was not convinced, and immediately made a few calls, offering a high price so that people could scan the situation with the calligraphy.

Ten-odd minutes later, Wu Zhentian's phone rang. After he picked it up, his face was troubled.

There was actually such a character in Seahold of the south!

The truth had already been made clear. Wu Zhentian sat on the sofa dejectedly and sighed. His face became somewhat worried.

"Zhentian, it's just a painting." Elder Wu looked at his decadent son and comforted him.

"But the Elder Dong..." Wu Zhentian looked at Shi Lei, and stopped what he was about to say.

It looked like the words were meant to be given to the Elder Dong by the Wu father and son. It was impossible for the words to be of any use now, as it might affect some other important things for the Wu father and son.

Shi Lei was a little embarrassed, "Elder Wu..."

"Mister, don't take this to heart. If it wasn't for Teacher's sharp eyes, once this painting was gifted out, it would be hard to collect." Elder Wu hurriedly said.

Wu Zhentian had to admit that his father was right. It was still too late, if the Elder Dong found out that it was fake, then he would be in deep trouble.

"If necessary, I might need your help at that time." Elder Wu stood up, and bowed towards Shi Lei, showing a pleading expression.

Although the Elder Wu did not say anything, Shi Lei still nodded his head in agreement without hesitation, "It's my responsibility!"

Everything had its karma. Now that he had planted such a reason, he had to end it. If he stayed out of it, then his mind would not be able to handle it.

Furthermore, Shi Lei respected Elder Wu's character and also received his Phoenix Tail Golden Needle. In Shi Lei's eyes, that Phoenix Tail Golden Needle was even more precious than ten of Wang Xizhi's paintings.

After this matter, the atmosphere in the room was no longer the same as before. Shi Lei brought the Gold Needle with him and left the Wu household.

"Dad, how can he help?" Wu Zhentian looked at Shi Lei's back, and asked his father.

"Mister is an expert. I believe he will give you a lot of surprises. I have a feeling that only Mister can solve the crisis in our Wu family." With that said, the Elder Wu walked towards his home with his hands clasped behind his back.