The Three-Seven Sword, and All the Encounters

"Yes, Uncle Nie hasn't contacted me recently, and I can't reach him either. If I have any news, I will definitely pass on the minister's invitation to him."

After Fang Jun finished speaking, he put down his phone, picked up the chilled orange juice on the table, and took a sip.

Chu Tianshu asked, "What's wrong?"

"The minister said he hadn't seen Uncle Nie in a long time, and since he had some free time recently, he'd like to invite him to a meal."

Fang Jun sighed, "I only saw him during the Chinese New Year. Normally, only the housekeeper answers my calls, so I have no idea where he is."

Chu Tianshu said, "Didn't you ask about the repair results for those three people's phones?"

"The technical department will notify you when there's a result. It's such a small matter; why ask the department head directly? She might not even know the answer."

Fang Jun's speech slowed down as he spoke, as if he were deep in thought.

"This call from the minister was a bit sudden. Has Uncle Nie gotten into some trouble?"

He was absent-minded, his expression turning somewhat wistful. There was no sudden surge of worry, but rather it seemed as if he had been worrying for a long time, and after getting used to it, he wouldn't be surprised if something really happened.

"Now that I've successfully Special Investigation Bureau, Uncle Nie will no longer involve me in anything he does; otherwise, it would be tantamount to exposing me to the Special Investigation Bureau."

Fang Jun shook his head.

Chu Tianshu said, "It sounds like your adoptive father and the Special Investigation Bureau don't get along?"

"Anyone who can become a gambling king has many things they can't expose to the Special Investigation Bureau Department."

Fang Jun laughed and said, "Let's not talk about that. How's that sword?"

Chu Tianshu raised the long sword in front of him.

This sword is so flexible that it can be rolled into a bracelet and worn on the wrist. With a little Mind Power, it can remain hard like steel after a period of time.

There is a line of small characters engraved on each side of the sword hilt.

A person may have three thoughts, but a sword can display its power in seven directions!

This "seven directions" likely doesn't refer to directions.

The Clarification of the Principles of Cold Damage states that all prescriptions are divided into seven categories: major, minor, mild, acute, odd, even, and complex.

The phrase "the sword displays its power in seven directions" likely refers to this idea.

"I've basically figured it out. This sword can compress the Mind Power I store inside, making it of higher quality."

Chu Tianshu explained, "The Mind Power cultivated by healers inherently possesses certain therapeutic and conditioning effects."

"Through the condensation of this sword, it's like turning a medicinal soup into a special pill. For some illnesses, there's no need for a prescription; simply swinging the sword and drawing upon its Mind Power can heal them."

Fang Jun, drawing inferences from this example, said, "You've been saving up for so many days to fill up once; the Mind Power within your sword must be incredibly profound, surely it can't only be used for healing, right?"

"It will be even stronger if used in combat."

Chu Tianshu said, "However, the amount of Mind Power that can be released each time seems to be related to myself; it cannot be released all at once after it is fully stored."

Chu Tianshu smiled.

"I don't need to use it for fighting right now, let's use it to heal people first!"

Yin Fengxin was sunbathing in the yard.

Seeing Chu Tianshu walk into the courtyard, he quickly sat up. "Are we going to get acupuncture again?"

"No needles, just swords."

Chu Tianshu brandished his sword and said, "Originally, I would have had to acupuncture you for another week, and you would have to take medicine for several months afterward."

"But now that I have this, I feel it can completely eradicate the problem for you."

Yin Fengxin asked nervously, "How can I cooperate?"

Just sit tight.

Chu Tianshu brandished the sword in his hand, getting a feel for it.

Originally, when he dealt with Evil Spirit, his Mind Power was like a dagger piercing deep enough to be effective against Evil Spirit.

However, if the puncture is deep enough, it can also affect the patient; if not handled carefully, the patient's vital energy can be depleted.

Therefore, we can only proceed gradually, and we can only perform another acupuncture session once the patient has recovered a little.

After being condensed by this "Three-Seven Sword", the current Mind Power is so strong that it can kill the Kidney Jade Evil Spirit by Evil Spirit scratching its skin.

The wooden sword pierced Yin Fengxin's waist.

Upon contact, Yin Fengxin shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

Chu Tianshu immediately sheathed his sword.

Yin Fengxin felt a refreshing, shattering sensation spread from his waist to his entire body, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders, making him want to cry out in comfort.

Chu Tianshu was also very happy, as the disease was finally cured.

Fang Jun said, "It's that simple?"

Chu Tianshu laughed and said, "These past few days, I've already helped him strengthen his foundation and cultivate his vitality, which is why I was able to use this sword."

An electric scooter stopped on the path outside the courtyard.

"What are you doing...?"

The cyclist was a thin, elderly man wearing a brown jacket and no helmet. He looked surprised. "Didn't you say you were here to recuperate? Why are you using this...? Is this a peach wood sword?"

Yin Fengxin was even more surprised than him, and suddenly stood up. "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Chu Tianshu and Fang Jun exchanged a glance.

A few days ago, Old Man Yin called Yin Fengxin again to ask about his address, which made Yin Fengxin feel awkward.

Fang Jun didn't take it seriously and simply told the other party.

"These two must be your company leaders, right? Wow, your company is really generous; the perk is that the leaders recuperate at their homes. You've really made it big."

Old Man Yin came in cheerfully, carrying a bag of oranges.

"This house is wonderful! It's just as nice as our old one. We'd be perfectly content if we could live in a house like this again."

Hearing his unreasonable words, which made it seem like he intended to stay and not leave, Yin Fengxin angrily said, "The company benefits only last for a few more days. I'm moving back tonight."

Why do you talk so rudely?

Old Man Yin was a little embarrassed. "I came here specifically to see you. Did you think I came to freeload off your boss's house? You really underestimate your father!"

"Let me tell you, in just a few years, I can provide you with a house just like this!"

Old Man Yin got so excited that he seemed to have been planning to build up some background information before telling his son the good news, but he just blurted it out.

"Our company will soon be making a lot of money, and long-term employees like us will get huge raises!"

Yin Fengxin asked in surprise, "Aren't you the one who puts up flyers? You also have a company and make a lot of money?"

"Of course there's a company; we have several hundred people."

Old Man Yin said smugly, "Don't underestimate posting flyers. Big businesses like the Grand Lisboa Casino also post spam on websites. Most people would think it's useless, but actually, their boss has great foresight."

"The most profitable methods globally are not in real industries or investments, but in new financial theories and new management thinking."

"For example, many banks offer higher interest rates to customers with large deposits. If 500 people each put down 10,000 yuan and deposit it together, they can enjoy a higher interest rate, which is much more profitable than depositing money individually."

"If everyone is willing, let's divide the extra profits generated by the high interest rate into ten parts, and then draw lots from five hundred people. Ten people will be selected, and those ten will make a fortune, while the others won't lose out."

Chu Tianshu frowned deeply upon hearing this; it sounded like he had encountered some kind of fraud ring.

Yin Fengxin exclaimed in surprise, "You didn't run into some scammers, did you? You gave them your money? No, where did you get the money?"

"This is just an example."

Old Man Yin said, "That was the most basic financial skill, but it's easy to cross the line, and it makes it difficult for people to trust each other."

"Our company's executives made it clear to us long ago that they were using more advanced and stable techniques. Those of us who joined early and distributed flyers have already made a significant contribution."

"Once the preparations are complete, we can all become grassroots cadres."

Old Man Yin said angrily, "The company is holding a lecture today, and they're probably going to talk about promotions. I sneaked out to share the good news with you, and this is your attitude?"

"Okay, let's see who earns more in a while, you or me?"

Old Man Yin put down the oranges and turned to leave.

Yin Fengxin opened his mouth.

He still felt that what his father was saying was unreliable, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

His dad has already ridden away on his bike.

Fang Jun saw through his thoughts and smiled, "If you're worried, we'll go and check it out. If we find anything amiss, we'll report them directly."

Chu Tianshu nodded, "It's best if nothing happens. If something does, at most your dad will be detained for a while, which is better than him being scammed badly later."

Yin Fengxin said gratefully, "Then let's go take a look."

Old Man Yin was riding an electric scooter, and although he got off earlier, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the van.

The three got into the car, Fang Jun controlled the speed, following behind.

They had just left the small fishing village when another car drove up on the paved road.

"Minister, you already made a phone call, why did you have to come over in person?"

Shen Yuntai laughed and said, "Anyway, we live nearby. We can make a surprise home visit to see if A Jun is hiding anything from me."

The driver suddenly said, "The car Fang Jun was leading just drove off; I recognize the license plate."

Shen Yuntai sat up straighter. "Then let's go and take a look."

A strange thought flashed through her mind.

The Macau is so small that many things are often complicated and difficult to resolve.

If someone is planning a major event, which will inevitably involve many people, is it possible that someone, unaware of the details, has already rushed to the scene?