Lu Zheng stood behind An Sheng, and saw that her whole person seemed to be different after the needle, so he couldn't help but be curious, and looked at it a few more times.

Looking at her appearance, she is obviously still that little girl, but the momentum she exudes from her body at the moment makes people dare not despise it in the slightest.

Focused, serious, and not disturbed by external objects, the young and tender little face has a calmness and determination that does not match her age.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw it, could the changes before and after a person in his heart be so big?

It's funny to think about it.

I've never been too curious about the unknown, how can I have the heart to explore a little girl I have never met today?

......

After the first stitch, An Sheng's heart was a little settled.

Fortunately, the acupuncture points of the eldest son of the Lu family are not as difficult to find as she imagined.

But even so, An Sheng didn't dare to ignore it in the slightest.

This Feiyun acupuncture method is a set of acupuncture methods to help people with blocked meridians to open up their veins, a full set of 24 needles, which need to urge internal strength to pierce the 24 important acupuncture points of the human body from head to toe.

When performing the needle, the person who applies the needle needs to concentrate and concentrate on it, but any little lack of concentration is extremely dangerous for both the person who applies the needle and the person who receives the needle.

So An Sheng didn't dare to relax.

Moreover, even if the acupuncture points of this eldest prince Lu are not as difficult to find as imagined, they are much more laborious than ordinary people.

For no other reason, Lu Ming is too thin.

In the face of a person with full flesh and skin, it is extremely difficult to walk this Feiyun needle method, let alone such a skinny body in front of him?

However, since he promised the master, An Sheng will go all out.

Two-, three-, four-needle......

By the time the twelfth needle was pierced, a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat had appeared on An Sheng's forehead, and his face was a little pale.

It's only halfway through, and it's already so hard that it seems that no matter how many times you tie the puppet, you won't have to strain a real person to come once.

An Sheng exhaled softly, and then concentrated on the thirteenth stitch.

This needle is the key to the success of the Feiyun needle method.

If this needle is not pierced, not only will the previous efforts be in vain, but both the needle giver and the needle recipient will also be in danger of being counterattacked.

This needle is to reverse the entire meridians of the human body.

Under the needle in his hand, An Sheng did not hesitate, his fingertips penetrated his strength, and pierced into Lu Ming's Baihui acupoint.

Impartial, not deep or shallow, fortunately, it was accurate......

An Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment, and then immediately calmed down and continued to administer the needle.

When the twentieth stitch was pierced, An Sheng said to herself that victory was in sight, but as soon as she said this, she shook her head and her eyes became dark.

Lu Zheng has been paying attention to An Sheng's reaction, and when he saw her like this, he knew that it was the master's weak follow-up, so he hurriedly urged the internal strength, put his palm on the back of An Sheng's heart, and carefully conveyed the internal force to An Sheng.

At this time, Lu Zheng didn't have time to think about how An Sheng, a little girl, would have internal strength, so he only concentrated on escorting her.

After An Sheng's eyes darkened for a moment, he felt a warm current gradually pouring into his limbs.

Slowly, her strength regained a bit, and her eyes were no longer so spent.

An Sheng turned his head slightly and thanked Lu Zheng in a low voice.

"Miss Gu Er doesn't have to care, this is what I should do."

Lu Zheng's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was slightly cold.

An Sheng's eyebrows moved, and after making sure that this prince was not dissatisfied with her, but was born with facial paralysis, he stopped being senseless polite, and only quietly waited for his strength to recover.

......

After a quarter of an hour or so, An Sheng's strength had almost recovered, and he said to Lu Zheng: "The prince can stop." ”

Hearing this, Lu Zheng slowly withdrew his hands, and then stood behind An Sheng without saying a word.

An Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up another silver needle, ready to prick the twenty-first needle.

These last four stitches were the most exhausting, and she had to do her best to do it in one go.

Although Lu Zheng helped to convey some internal force, An Sheng was still not completely sure that he would be able to hold on to the last shot.

The Feiyun Needle Method is extremely depleting and depleting, and An Sheng's cultivation of internal strength can be regarded as a halfway monk, not like Lu Zheng, who is a genius martial artist with extremely high talent since childhood, and who has practiced hard and worked hard the day after tomorrow.

Her internal strength is purely practiced for self-preservation and learning medical skills, and there is not much in the first place, and it is not very solid.

Usually it is enough to strengthen the body, but when it comes to the extreme consumption of internal strength, it is a little insufficient.

An Sheng endured the dull pain in his chest, and reluctantly pricked the twenty-second needle.

There were still two stitches, and colorful lights flashed in front of An Sheng's eyes, one by one, still spinning.

She quickly shook her head to keep herself clear.

The dawn of victory is imminent, she has been studying the Feiyun acupuncture method for three years, and today it is the first time to apply it, and she can't let the master's careful teaching and her own painstaking practice be in vain.

Thinking about it, An Sheng pricked the twenty-third stitch again.

Her body flickered, and her whole body gradually weakened, but fortunately, someone supported her shoulder from behind.

An Sheng didn't care who was holding her, so she gritted her teeth and tried her best to control her trembling hands, ready to get the last shot.

Success or failure is in this move, she can't lose, absolutely can't!

Today's matter is done, and the Protector Mansion owes her a big favor, which will be of great benefit to her in the future.

She wouldn't really not understand the master's painstaking work at all.

The master once told her that everything in the world has a fate, one thought originates, one thought dies, and heaven and earth have their own fixed number.

An Sheng took a deep breath, then poured all his internal strength into his fingertips, and pricked the last needle without hesitation.

Today's events are also her fate!

"Master, become a ......"

As soon as An Sheng turned his head and smiled at Master Puyun, his eyes darkened and he was completely unconscious.

Lu Zheng was almost subconscious, and stretched out his hand to catch the small body that suddenly fell in front of him.

The person fell into the crook of his arm, and Lu Zheng saw An Sheng's face.

I saw that Fang Fang's delicate face, which was white and red, was now only a miserable white, and it was covered with cold sweat, and even the lips that were originally cherry pink were frighteningly white.

Lu Zheng was startled and hurriedly called Master Puyun.

"Master, Miss Gu Er......"

Master Puyun put down his hand and walked over to the medicine furnace.

Wei and Zheng both rushed to the bedside to see Lu Ming, but Lu Zheng's biological mother Lin did not go, but followed the master to Lu Zheng's side and looked at An Sheng.

Seeing An Sheng's pale face and unconscious falling into his son's arms, Lin's heart suddenly soured for some reason.

This is still a child, I heard that he is only thirteen years old, and today for the affairs of the Lu family, he is tired like this, and I don't know if there will be any problems in the future?

Thinking like this, Lin's heart suddenly overflowed with pity and apology.