Chapter 109： 4th floor (1/2)

Even if you want to try, you can't try it right away, you must find a quiet place.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, they entered a small town inn. Chu Li and Xiao Shi Xiao Qi were arranged in a small courtyard, surrounded by guards. Six masters in the sky were sitting in the courtyard.

The West Chamber is lit with nine cow candles, bright as daylight.

Li Chu was sitting on the couch with her knees crossed, naked in shorts, and already marked with 109 red and black dots. Guo Mulin opened three rows of silver boxes, wooden needles, silver needles, and gold needles on the table.

Xiao Qi stood aside, looking at the red dot on his body as if looking at Chu Li, still wearing clothes.

”Miss Three, if I'm out of energy later, give me a Pei Yuan Dan.” Guo Mulin picked up a wooden needle and told Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi light jaw head.

”Okay, then start the needle!” Guo Mulin nodded, and when the wooden needle was about to pierce, he stopped: ”Is Qi Yuandan ready?”

Xiao Xiaoqi nodded.

慕 Guo Mulin took a deep breath and looked dignified.

Xi Chuli opened her eyes and sighed, ”Lao Guo, let's get started, I can't die!”

”Shut up!” Guo Mulin's eyes glared, ”Jing said unlucky words!”

Chu Chuli closed her eyes again and started looking inward: ”If the needle is wrong, I will make a sound.”

”Okay.” Guo Mulin hummed, ”Say something wrong right away!”

Chu Chu left: ”Know, know, hurry!”

Guo Mulin took a breath and stabbed the needle slowly.

Chu Chu left: ”No problem.”

Guo Mulin stabbed a wooden needle again, and Chu Li continued to judge whether it was right or wrong.

After a while, 30 wooden needles were completely inserted, and each needle was inserted accurately without error.

After finishing the thirty-six stitches, Guo Mulin wiped the sweat on his forehead and finally made no mistakes, but it was easier to be difficult in the front and more prone to errors in the back. Once he made mistakes, the danger was higher.

Thirty-six silver needles were tied, and Guo Mulin was sweating.

Xiao Qi stared at Chu Li, watching Chu Li speak calmly, with a calm expression, as if the needle was not tied to herself at all, and she was also half-hearted. She came over in case of danger and rescued him.

Guo Mulin looked at the gold needle in the box and bit his teeth.

The gold needle is softer. If you want to control it accurately, you need internal force. It is dangerous if you are not careful. He needs a fine needle, which is much more difficult than a silver needle.

Xiao Qi said: ”Lao Guo, take a break.”

Guo Mulin hesitated and nodded.

Xiao Qi picked up the porcelain bottle on the table and handed it to him. Guo Mulin took a Pei Yuandan and wiped his sweat: ”boy, be careful, just say something wrong!”

Chu Chuli laughed and said: ”Guo Lao, although the needle is just fine, I'm not that coquettish!”

”Your boy!” Guo Mulin snorted, picked up a gold needle, shook it gently, turned straight, and stabbed slowly.

下 He took the stitches very quickly, and after 36 minutes of stitches, only the last stitch was left.

Chu Li observes his body, and it feels strange to insert 108 needles. It is very strange. In the usual acupuncture, it feels when you pierce an acupuncture point. If you pierce a lot, it should feel more intense. This set of acupuncture is opposite. At the beginning, it was still sore and numb. With a needle sticking down, it felt weaker and lighter, and finally the whole body was anesthetized.

Guo Mulin was dripping with sweat, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. His blood-stained eyes stared at Chu Liyu's acupuncture point. The gold needle trembled as if to fly out. Guo Mulin was working on the needle. This last needle requires Unique mindset.

As the golden needle slowly approached Chu Liyang, Guo Mulin's face became more and more dignified.

Xu Chuli also stared at the golden needle, and when she approached Huangzhong, the golden light flashed, and it was already stabbed.

”Om ...” Chu Li heard a whistle in his throat. One hundred and nine needles shook violently at the same time, neatly like the wind blowing wheat waves.

Chu Chuli felt that the pores of her body were open, and she was devouring the emptiness of the emptiness, which poured into the meridians, constantly strengthening the meridians.