Suddenly, Zhou Ping felt a wisp of heat burrow into his arm.

At first, he felt scared, like a caterpillar crawling in his arm.

The place where this extremely hot caterpillar passed brought a feeling like a spring breeze, very comfortable, accompanied by a little tingling, which made him laugh involuntarily.

In fact, his father, Boss Zhou, was also very nervous, afraid that Xu Xiangbei would hurt his son, but when he saw his son smiling, he let go of his suspense.

Xu Xiangbei ignored Zhou Ping's smile, and coldly advised: "Don't move, just five minutes, hold back for me, don't move." ”

Zhou Ping smiled, why do you want to move if it's so comfortable.

Just as he was wondering, the heat in his arm suddenly warmed up, and gradually it became extremely hot, and the heat flow swept through his body like a tropical storm.

Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, and his face was so hot that his ears were red, especially his injured right arm, and his muscles were bruised and red like charcoal.

"It's hot, it's so hot, I can't stand it. ”

Xu Xiangbei glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Wasn't it very comfortable just now, but now it's a little hot, I can't stand it, you put up with it, and it's done in two minutes." Do you still want to save the business of the hotel? If you want to, just put up with it honestly. ”

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth fiercely, enduring the scorching heat that swept his whole body, and the feeling was like a freshly red-hot soldering iron resting into his body, surging everywhere in his body, almost making him faint.

Boss Zhou was frightened and kept wiping his son's sweat with a tissue, but he couldn't stop Zhou Ping from sweating like rain all over his body.

Looking at his son's head and face like a red-hot soldering iron, Boss Zhou asked worriedly, "Doctor Xu, is my son okay?"

Xu Xiangbei took a deep breath, snapped his fingers lightly, and closed his efforts.

It's really too hot, and Zhou Ping can't stand the heat, and the temperature in the entire hotel lobby has risen sharply by a few degrees, and even Xu Xiangbei is so hot that he is sweating profusely.

I have used the eight needles against the sky many times, but it is the first time that a subsidiary mental method has been added to it, and the spark is on fire.

The Eight Needles Against the Sky is an extremely broad and profound martial art, not eight kinds of needles, but eight completely different mental methods.

The Eight Needles Against the Sky are based on the nameless internal force of the "Ancient First Classic", and each needle can also be transformed into hundreds of needles depending on the difference of heart, angle, strength, cold and heat.

At the beginning of the primeval period, everything was chaos, and the Tao Te Ching was clouded, the Tao gave birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things, endlessly.

The Eight Needles Against the Sky also implicitly coincide with the supreme metaphor of Taoism, which is ever-changing, endless, and endless.

Zhou Ping's arm was injured, and the meridian qi and blood were blocked, considering that he wanted to relax the meridians and open up the blocked qi and blood, Xu Xiangbei tried to perform the first type of reversal of the world, and kneaded into the Spark Burning Yuan Heart Method.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

At first, a little bit of heat made Zhou Ping very comfortable, like a spring breeze, but the spark gradually turned into a raging fire, burning Zhou Ping as if he was in the pain of volcanic lava.

Under the cautery of the fire of internal force, Zhou Ping's blood veins in his body accelerated, the muscles and meridians of his arms were heated and expanded, the inflammation gradually disappeared, and the blocked qi and blood in his arms were also unblocked.

Attaching the scorching attribute to the Eight Needles Against the Heavens, Xu Xiangbei was also smoked by the internal force, grabbed the small teapot on the dining table and drank it in a big gulp.

While drinking, Xu Xiangbei told Boss Zhou: "Give him more water to drink, this roast, he has a serious lack of water in his body." ”

Boss Zhou hurriedly ran to the kitchen and brought a large teapot, which was a large teapot specially designed for adding water to the small teapot on the dining table, which weighed five catties.

Zhou Ping grabbed the big teapot handed over by his father, held the big teapot in both hands, and poured it down desperately.

Goodong, goodong, actually opened half a pot of cold white and drank it all.

Because he was too urgent, a large amount of water splashed out along the corners of his mouth, wetting the clothes on his chest, and he was so hot that he was sweating all over his body just now, and his whole body was soaked, and the water droplets fell to the ground under his feet along the trouser legs.

After drinking the water, Zhou Ping relieved himself, and a look of anger appeared on his face: "Doctor Xu, what kind of treatment are you, you almost burned me to death." ”

Boss Zhou's eyes were sharp, he patted his son's shoulder, pointed to Zhou Ping's right hand holding the teapot, and asked in surprise: "Son, don't your hands hurt anymore?

Zhou Ping put down the teapot in surprise, shook his right hand, and the injured arm was still a little faintly painful, but compared to before the treatment, the pain was unbearable, and it was simply healed.

He looked at Xu Xiangbei in surprise, his eyes were complicated, there was admiration, shame, and gratitude.

He held Xu Xiangbei's hand tightly: "I'm really sorry Doctor Xu, I doubted you just now." ”

Xu Xiangbei waved his hand disdainfully, looked indifferent, and said with a hippie smile: "Your hands are good, you should make beef and seafood balls, we are all hungry." ”

Zhou Ping nodded excitedly and walked to the kitchen: "Don't worry, I promise to let you eat my best dishes." ”

Xu Xiangbei had a whim: "I'll go with you and see how you do it." ”

For ordinary people, the specialty dishes are confidential, but for Xu Xiangbei, a great benefactor, Boss Zhou's father and son are not a little restrained: "Welcome to the back kitchen." ”

Xu Xiangbei followed Boss Zhou's father and son to the back kitchen, the back kitchen window is bright and clean, the white tiles that have been pasted to the top are polished, and the stainless steel knife case is neatly placed with spice jars, knife boards, and some kitchen supplies.

The floor is covered with non-slip plastic floor stickers, and the gutters are clean.

A large four-headed diesel stove spews fire like a volcano, and a fat chef with a big belly is busy stir-frying.

The stainless steel side dish table next to him stepped forward, and a baby-faced little thin chef was cutting vegetables on the side of the desk, and put the cut side dishes next to the fat master.

Zhou Ping looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Why are there just the two of you, Zhao Wu, Cao Liu?"

The fat master who stir-fried didn't speak, just lowered his head to stir-fry.

The little chef said with a gloomy expression: "Master Zhao, they went back, saying that it was too dangerous to work here, and they would cause trouble." ”

Hearing that the chef was gone, the Zhou family father and son frowned, and Boss Zhou was even more angry and anxious, and stomped his feet.

The fat chef's stir-fry action is powerful and powerful, turning the pot quickly and quickly, the big stir-fry scoop is like playing in the hand, gently turning a few times, the boiling oil is stained with an open flame, and it burns in the stir-fry scoop, so that the dishes in the pot are suddenly fragrant and ripe.

Although the range hood rotated violently, pumping away a large amount of oil fumes, a mellow aroma of vegetable oil mixed with the aroma of vegetables came out, making Xu Xiangbei, who was already hungry, saliva suddenly gush up.

The fat chef puts the dishes on the plate, and the soup is bright, fragrant, and full of color and flavor.

(End of chapter)