Old Man Zang slowly pierced a golden needle intently, and looked like it was effortless, like piercing a piece of tofu, it didn't hurt, itch or bleed, but his consumption was visible to the naked eye.

However, it was only a needle, and the tip of the old man's nose and forehead were already sweating.

Song Ci's eyes were sharp, and his eyeballs were also big, and when he swept the afterglow, he found that the old man's fingers were trembling slightly.

Well, I always feel that this doctor is not very reliable, and he is more like a patient than her mother.

But his student who was full of Chinese medicine style turned a blind eye and handed over another golden needle.

Is this a rhythm that deliberately makes the teacher make a fool of himself?

Thirteen needles of the ghost doctor, as the name suggests, do you have to prick thirteen needles in a row?

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that the third shot is barely enough, right? If you want to go down with the second shot, it should wilt?

The doctor collapsed before the patient, just to cure a small cold? Why does it sound so unreliable? It can't be that he came to touch porcelain, right?

Song Ci looked at the master and apprentice in front of him suspiciously, and always felt that something unspeakably strange, and he was not sure whether to tell them to continue or stop them.

As for the needle method used by the old man, it is indeed unique, the needle is very particular, and the use is also ingenious, and the position and depth of the needle are also very ingenious.

The most amazing thing is that, judging from the reaction of her mother Li Shengnan, it seems that there is no feeling for such a long needle pierced into her arm, but the constant sneezing has indeed eased.

It's immediate.

Judging from Song Ci's original spiritual power scanning method, the position under this needle is still different from what she judged.

To say that, it's a bit too much of an exaltation of herself.

She doesn't have any standards for getting a needle, she follows her intuition, and people obviously have mature routines.

It shows that people are indeed far ahead, and they have developed a set of effective needles that do not rely on external cheating and can be mastered by ordinary people.

I have to say that the Chinese people are cattle criticism!

Song porcelain came from later generations, and he understood the pain of historical and cultural inheritance, as if he had become a tree without a source of water and roots, and the entire ethnic group lacked the strength in his bones.

Coming to work, she didn't say anything, but in her heart she had already silently assumed the heavy responsibility of inheriting the tools of the previous generation, and vowed that one day she would pass on the wisdom treasures accumulated by these predecessors over the generations!

Otherwise, why can't she think about it, and she doesn't hesitate to expose her stuffing, but she has to add so much homework to herself? Isn't it good to be a salted fish?

It's a pity that she has a memory, but she can't overcome the hurdle in her heart.

With such a vigorous and thirsty desire to learn, Song Ci naturally yearns for such a stunt as the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Doctor.

It just so happened that her mental power was upgraded again, her strength was better than before, and she became more and more handy to use, and it was just a few breaths to record the old man's hand in all aspects, and then slowly decompose, analyze, summarize and integrate.

She, she will.

Song Ci was not complacent, but continued to wait with contradiction and anticipation, and saw if there was a second needle at the end.

If so, she is confident that she will be able to quickly decipher the characteristics and patterns, and reasonably extend them to deduce the rest, and even improve them for her own use.

This is the use of super mental power, and it may also have something to do with the brain cells that she once mutated.

Well, presumably the credit of the drug experiments that were carried out in the past, which greatly deepened the development of her brain, to two hundred percent?

In short, all the hardships she endured were eventually transformed into her wealth.

This is probably growth, right? What doesn't kill you will eventually make you.

"Do you see clearly? ”

Zang Guoliang slowed down quietly, waited for his hands to no longer tremble so much, identified the acupuncture points, and calmly and firmly took another needle.