Chapter 110: Nurturing the Body, Earning Recognition

"Little Song, where did you learn this qigong from?"

The old man sat in the courtyard sunbathing, idly asking Song Mo.

"This can't be told—it's a secret."

Song Mo smiled, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead, while he focused entirely on inserting needles into the old man's acupoints.

Tired? Actually not tired.

But pretending to be tired shows greater respect and devotion, and better serves my own interests.

This is called a win-win.

So Song Mo used Internal Energy to stimulate his own acupoints.

To promote sweat gland secretion.

"Haha, everyone has secrets—don't tell, then don't tell!"

The old man saw Song Mo sweating, yet showed no visible sign of emotion—after all, his status and position were simply too high.

One must not be easily moved, unless facing hardworking peasants and workers.

But the old man still ordered:

"Xiao Zhang, guard, look how much Xiao Song doctor is sweating."

"Quick, bring hot water and wipe him down with a towel."

Song Mo finished the acupuncture.

The old man felt his body noticeably lighter, as if a warm current flowed within him, continuously circulating and stimulating cells to become active again.

He stood up and gently stretched his muscles and bones.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Heroes always emerge from the young—Doctor Song is truly remarkable!"

"I know my own body best—after your treatment, I feel like I've become younger by several years!"

Xiao Zhang beside him exclaimed happily:

"Old sir, so it really works?"

"Why not have Doctor Song stay by your side, specifically to nurture your health?"

Song Mo's expression changed slightly.

This was exactly what he had feared—afraid he might get trapped here; he preferred wandering the Jianghu freely rather than becoming a statue seated in a temple, bound by constraints.

But the old man glanced at him, as if sensing his thoughts, and smiled to ease the tension:

"Haha, I'm an old man! How can a young man always stay by an old man's side? Young men must interact more with their peers."

"Doctor Song just needs to visit me occasionally when he has time."

"After all, transportation is very convenient these days, isn't it?"

Song Mo nodded, then said:

"Your personal doctors are all divine physicians—why would you need me?"

"I merely happen to know something others don't, but this qigong-based body nurturing only needs to be done once a month—one session equals a full month's benefit!"

"Rest assured, if you need me, just call—I'll come anytime; otherwise, I'll arrive punctually once a month."

"It's hard work, Doctor Song."

The old man was remarkably kind, his eyes gentle.

Seeing how approachable the old man was, Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He said cheerfully:

"Though I can't reveal the origin of my cultivation method, I can decide how to use it."

Hearing this, the old man's expression shifted slightly.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?"

Song Mo said:

"Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach him to fish, and you feed him for life."

"Knowledge is precious wealth—if you hoard it, you're being petty."

"Besides, this is a great opportunity to benefit the nation and its people."

"I've decided to submit the qigong."

The old man, previously as unmoved as Taishan, felt his emotions stir for the first time.

He let out a powerful, resonant cheer.

"Good!"

"One flower blooming alone is not as good as a hundred flowers in full bloom!"

"Doctor Song! Though you're just a young man, your ideological awareness surpasses many veteran comrades!"

"No, that's not right!"

"This is exactly how a modern young person should be!"

"Xiao Zhang, guard, bring me paper and brush."

The old man was in high spirits; when Xiao Zhang brought the paper and brush, he picked up the ink brush and wrote several bold characters on the rice paper with swift, flowing strokes.

Song Mo looked closely.

"Patriotic Youth, Pillar of the Nation!"

These eight characters floated lightly on the rice paper.

But in Song Mo's eyes, they weighed heavier than Taishan—they were priceless!

Song Mo's eyes sparkled.

"Excellent character!"

"If you like it, I give it to you!"

The old man waved his hand and gave the character to Song Mo, though in truth he had written it specifically for him.

With this one character,

Song Mo effectively gained a patron.

And not just any patron—the strongest possible!

Song Mo did not refuse. Minor favors could be politely declined, but before such a treasure, anyone who refused was pretending, was a fool!

The old man was deeply interested in Song Mo.

Song Mo's entire life story had been thoroughly investigated.

He was a clean-cut young man.

And his experiences were also extraordinary.

The old man casually asked Song Mo whether others could also learn his miraculous "Qi."

Could he himself learn it?

Song Mo answered truthfully.

"I said I would donate it, so naturally anyone can learn it—but whether they can master it, that's uncertain."

"Because no matter what you learn, talent always matters."

"But even if you don't master it well, as long as you put in the effort, you'll gain something!"

"My Qi cultivation method comes from the Five Animal Exercises. This version resembles the traditional Five Animal Exercises, but is fundamentally different."

"Anyone can practice it—it strengthens the body and prolongs life."

"Only achieving a Qi sensation requires talent."

Xiao Zhang, the guard, was also a young man in his twenties. He had been silent beside them, but when he heard Song Mo speak so confidently, he finally couldn't hold back and said:

"Doctor Song, I've seen the leaked videos of you at the Martial Arts Tournament in Piaoliang Guo."

"It's clear you possess real martial skill."

"But watching on video never lets you truly know your level—do I have the chance to learn from you?"

Song Mo agreed.

Naturally, Xiao Zhang the guard lost.

He accepted defeat wholeheartedly and gave Song Mo a thumbs-up.

"Song Mo, you're amazing!"

He called Song Mo by name in praise—this showed true inner approval.

Song Mo chuckled.

The old man pondered carefully.

Song Mo had been so generous; he couldn't be stingy in return.

After thinking, he spoke:

"Though you donated it freely, I can't let you gain nothing. So, from now on, anyone who practices your Five Animal Exercises counts as your student."

"If I learn it, then I'm your student too, ha ha."

The old man made a joke.

The joke startled Song Mo.

"No, no!"

Song Mo waved his hands rapidly.

PS: Skip this quickly, just get past it—better not involve this kind of content

(End of chapter)