This thing seemed shocking, but Mr. Xia would rather it be true. He sincerely hoped that it was true and not a farce. He wondered if he was dreaming and pinched his flesh hard. He could feel it. Painful and afraid of uncertainty, she reached out and squeezed Aunt Zhuang's hand. Aunt Zhuang cried out in pain and said angrily: "Old man, this is not a dream, this is real. Xiao Yuan is really back. She just returned it to me." I have memorized a section of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang acupuncture techniques."
Upon hearing this, the old man became energetic again and asked Xia Yuanqiu: "When evil enters Yang, it will cause madness, and when evil enters Yin, it will cause paralysis. What is the next sentence?"
Xia Yuanqiu continued: "If the Yang is strong, it is a disease, if the Yin is strong, it is a fistula, if the Yang enters, the Yin will be calm, and when the Yin comes out, the Yang will be angry. These are called five chaos."
The old man felt happy and asked again: "People have the four classics and twelve obediences, what do they mean?"
Xia Yuanqiu replied: "The four meridians correspond to the four seasons, the twelve meridians correspond to the twelve months, and the twelve months correspond to the twelve meridians."
The old man asked again: "There are yin and yang in pulses. Those who know yang know yin, and those who know yin know yang."
Xia Yuanqiu answered again: "There are five yangs, five and twenty-five yangs. The so-called yin is the real viscera. If you see it, you will be defeated, and if you lose, you will die."
PS: The above theory of yin and yang comes from the Huangdi Neijing.
The old man excitedly stepped forward to hold Xia Yuanqiu's hand and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Yuan! You are really Xiao Yuan!"
Xia Yuanqiu threw himself into his grandfather's arms, hugged him tightly, and kept nodding: "It's me, it's really me. I'm back. You have suffered in the past three years. I am sorry for you and made you sad. It’s all my unfilial piety, it’s all my fault!”
The old man quickly took out a handkerchief from his arms, held Xia Yuanqiu's face, and carefully wiped away the tears on her face, just like holding the most precious treasure in the world, using the most pious and joyful heart to wipe away the water drops on the treasure. Wipe it clean drop by drop.
"Silly boy, it's good to be back and alive. Grandpa is happy. I'm so happy!" Since Xiaoyuan left him, he has been living in self-blame every day, blaming himself for not spending more time with her. He squeezed all of her childhood, causing her to never have a childhood like children of the same age. She might blame him, blame him for being harsh and unreasonable.
"Let's go back to the house with grandpa and let grandpa take a good look." Ever since the grandfather and grandson met, the old man has been holding Xia Yuanqiu's hand, as if he was afraid that his granddaughter would run away again.
Back in the room as bright as day, the old man looked at Xia Yuanqiu's beautiful face and sighed: "You still look good as before. Grandpa still likes you the way you were before."
Xia Yuanqiu touched his face and said helplessly: "There's nothing you can do about it. I've turned into a pile of ashes before. This is what I am now. You don't like it, and there's nothing you can do about it."
The old man chuckled: "Silly boy, how could I not like you? Grandpa will like you no matter what you become. Even if you become an ugly fat man, grandpa will not dislike you."
The grandfather and grandson talked for a while, and seemed to have found the pattern of their previous conversations, which made the old man even more certain that the girl in front of him was his granddaughter.
The old man glanced at Zhu Yan, looked up and down, and hummed: "If you want to marry my granddaughter, it doesn't count if you don't get my consent."
Zhu Yan sighed in his heart. Sure enough, like father, like son. The temperaments of the old man and the divine king were exactly the same, even the words they spoke were the same.