Whether it's a human being, an animal, or something else, it's always surprising to receive something new for the first time.

Just like the Chinese people under the rule of early feudal society, they were accustomed to using candles and oil lamps, and when they first came into contact with electric lights, they thought it was Western magic - but as time went by, people gradually accepted a term called technology.

Teng Xiangling teaches traditional Chinese medicine, of course she knows what kind of disease is treated by Xuehai Acupoint, and she also used needles herself when she had menstrual cramps, but it can only relieve pain, but it cannot eradicate it.

"What is this?" Teng Xiangling took the initiative to ask a question for the first time, she felt the warm current rushing to her lower abdomen along the veins of her thighs, and then she also felt the warmth in her lower abdomen constantly impacting the blood clots that had accumulated over the years and had not been discharged from the body.

"Chi, this is Chi." Yan Murong didn't look up, still staring intently at Teng Xiangling's snow-white legs.

As soon as Teng Xiangling wanted to ask again, she suddenly felt a burst of comfort in her lower abdomen, and the warm current rushed in her lower abdomen, making her feel more comfortable than ever before-but, how could she feel the urge to urinate?

This man, why doesn't he stop, does he want to pee his pants?

That is, Yan Murong didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, otherwise she would definitely hit the sky and scream - the conscience of heaven and earth, this is a normal reaction.

Qi can pass through the pulses, and when the qi collides with the blood, it also opens up her bladder meridian, so she will feel a burst of urine.

Endurance, endure, Teng Xiangling's face turned white and red, and he forcibly held back the urge to urinate, and the moment Yan Murong collected the needle, he quickly stood up from the sofa, and he didn't even have time to take off his shoes, so he twisted his ass and ran into the bathroom.

Since he didn't have time to close the door, he didn't care about closing the door-so, Yan Murong heard the sound of running water.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The cold strings of the ice fountain are condensed, and the condensation never stops. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time.

Yan Murong suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", he had read this poem when he turned out Bai Juyi's poetry collection from the old man's room, and he only felt that this poem was very beautifully written, he only remembered that it seemed that this poem also appeared because of a woman named Xiang Ling, so fate is really wonderful.

However, Yan Murong felt that the old man Bai Juyi was able to write such vivid verses, which was probably the inspiration from peeping into the women's toilet.

After flushing the water with a "bang", Teng Xiangling walked out with a red face.

"I didn't hear anything." Yan Murong shook his head and said.

"Poof." Unexpectedly, Teng Xiangling did not get angry, nor did he show that cold expression as if he had just returned from the North Pole, but laughed.

She was already beautiful, and this smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming, but this flower was a rose, with thorns and a bit of enchantment.

Laughing at the country, and then laughing at the city-these two sentences were born to describe one of the favorite concubines of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the sister of the famous ancient musician Li Yannian.

No one knew her name, only that her name was Madame Lee—but it was evident from these two lines of poetry that the woman had no doubts about it, and that she was a stunner who had captivated the country and the city.

Teng Xiangling's smile almost made Yan Murong fall into the city.

"Hearing is hearing, pretending to be." Teng Xiangling glanced at Yan Murong with a variety of charms, and said with a sneer.

This time it was not Allure, but it made Yan Murong's eyes widen and he couldn't see the woman in front of him clearly.

The first time we met, she was as cold as ice, and she cherished words like gold. The second time they met, she was still cold, even when she was drunk, she looked like a cold and noble queen - but why did she suddenly change her personality?

Yan Murong couldn't understand her sudden change, but he was sure that this woman was really sick.

This disorder is also known as "dissociative identity disorder" and its scientific name is "dissociative disorder" -- in layman's terms, it is a split personality such as neuroticism.

This symptom is the only one that can explain why she has changed so quickly.

One second ago, it was an iceberg, and when I didn't close the door and went to the toilet, it turned into a volcano.

"I apologize for misunderstanding you." Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and smiled smartly. "Then, thank you for curing me."

"You're welcome." Yan Murong hurriedly lowered his head and began to hurriedly pack up the medicine box-Teng Xiangling's sudden change, coupled with that smile that almost charmed all beings, made Yan Murong feel very uncomfortable and feel very strange.

Yan Murong thought to herself, maybe it was because she hadn't laughed for a long time, so it was strange to laugh.

"Giggles." Seeing Yan Murong's almost shy movements, Teng Xiangling laughed even more, and the two balls of meat on his chest trembled with her laughter, making Ran Murong dizzy for a while.

Big, it's too big, Yan Murong glanced at it secretly, and thought to himself - it is estimated that it is much bigger than Widow Zhang in the village.

"Is it pretty?" Teng Xiangling noticed Yan Murong's eyes, and instead of stopping, he made the two tremble even more.

"It's good-ah, I mean, this, that-" Yan Murong subconsciously replied, but after saying that, he regretted it, and secretly scolded himself for being the most unstable, so he followed her words and took it.

Teng Xiangling didn't turn his face, and then pointed at Yan Murong and scolded hooligans, perverts and the like.

"Would you like to see it more clearly?"

Yan Murong wanted to nod her head, and then told her that she wanted to, but the old man said that there must be a demon when things go wrong, and this woman may not know what idea she is making - what if she makes herself responsible after reading it?

"I know you want to see it." Teng Xiangling didn't give Yan Murong a chance to answer at all. "But if you answer my question, I'll let you see it clearly."

Teng Xiangling smiled like a demon. "Don't you lose this chance, 36d!"

"Y-you ask." Yan Murong said stupidly, thinking to herself, anyway, she took the initiative to let herself watch it, and it was not her own fault, even if she made herself responsible, it would be a big deal to run again.

"Giggles." Teng Xiangling laughed, looked at Yan Murong, and asked. "Did you just use the Qi Luck Needle?"

"You know?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

The techniques of acupuncture are nothing more than lifting, pulling, twisting, and turning. Usually, many Chinese medicine practitioners also use this technique in acupuncture, but when it comes to different symptoms, the force and frequency are different. On top of these four techniques, there is also a method of coordination, which is to use qi to assist, use internal qi to enter the meridians through the tip of the needle, and then cooperate with the acupuncture points to treat diseases - of course, there are many people who understand qigong have also tried, but they have never been able to reach the state of internal qi release.

Teng Xiangling also occasionally saw this method of using qi to move needles in a book, but at that time he also scoffed at it - qigong can be had, but the internal qi is released? Just kidding, that's the heroes who come and go in martial arts novels, what age are they now? The heroes have already fallen to their deaths by flying off the eaves and walking on the wall.

PS: Wave your little hands, send flowers and collect!