Chi also stood up unhurriedly.

Walking down the steps, he walked to his acupuncture bronze man with his memory, and did not take out the needle and acupuncture, but reached out on the bronze man and began to grope.

After about ten breaths, Qian Yi finished groping and took three steps backwards.

He walked cautiously, and every step seemed to be precisely measured.

After three steps, Qian Ye took the needle bag around his waist, wiped the needle bag with his right hand, and half of the silver needle fell into his hand.

Seeing Qian Yi do this, many people's eyes widened, and some knowledgeable ones gasped, with an incredible look on their faces: "Could it be ......?"

Before the words were finished, everyone only felt a flash of silver light in front of them!

Buzzing!

A silver bridge glowing with golden light, like a waterfall out of the cliffside, pierced the sky, and formed between Qianyi and the acupuncture bronze man.

The next moment, the sound of water murmuring—

Everyone followed the sound, only to see that the silver needle thrown by Qianyi directly pierced the acupuncture points on the front of the acupuncture bronze figure! There was no slightest deviation in the acupuncture point, and the strength was just right.

How could everyone have ever seen such a miracle-like stitch, and they were dumbfounded one by one, and they stood on the spot.

Zhao Yiren next to him heard the abnormality of the surrounding sounds, but he only paused slightly, and then continued to administer the needle - it is basic for a doctor not to be moved by external objects when he practices medicine.

Qianyi looked as usual, walked back to the acupuncture bronze man, turned the acupuncture bronze man around, confirmed the acupuncture points behind him one by one again, and took three steps back, this time almost taking out the needles in the needle bag.

Manual needle sprinkling, flowers everywhere.

Qianyi's acupuncture bronze man is full of silver needles.

He twisted the few remaining needles from the pin bag and didn't move again, but just stood there.

He did not make a sound, and the people were silent.

Only Zhao Yiren moved the wind drum, and the soft sound of the needle falling into the water should be in harmony with the noisy and noisy voices in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, after the drip leaked, Zhao Yiren pierced the last needle in his hand into the hidden white point of the toe of the acupuncture bronze man, let out a long breath, took off the blindfold, took a few steps back to show that he no longer touched the bronze man, turned his head to look at the bronze man who looked at Qianyi, and shouted:

"Ah, come and count. ”

Qian Yi shook his head and said, "No need, I'm missing three stitches." ”

After that, he hugged his fist towards Zhao Yiren and separated the crowd.

Zhao Yiren looked at the young man's back, and faintly felt that something was wrong.

Maybe it's because today's people are too quiet, their eyes are full of meaning, maybe it's because the young man who admits defeat is too calm, or maybe the young man is only three stitches less than him, in short, Zhao Yiren feels that this expected victory doesn't seem to be simple.

His method of applying needles is the "flower blooming and pedicle" in the "thirty-six needles", which is dual-purpose, almost the ultimate in fast needles, plus he has been immersed in the world for more than 20 years, not to mention the perfection of the realm, at least he has been perfected. The other party was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and he only had three injections less than him in the same time! If the two were of the same age, whether they could win the latter, Zhao Yiren really didn't know the bottom in his heart.

In addition, both of them were administering needles, so how did the boy know that he had given three more injections than him?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhao Yiren still asked the medicine boy to come over and count the needles.

Under the gaze of the people, the two medicine boys successively counted thousands of bronze figures of Yi and Zhao Yiren, and Ah Yu counted them first and reported: "Four needles, Master, you have four more needles than him." ”

Zhao Yiren smiled slightly when he heard this, it turned out that the young man was also speculating.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another medicine boy suddenly said, "Ah Yu, you don't seem to have counted this needle." ”

Another medicine boy pointed out that it was in the extremely hidden perineal acupoint.

......

At the intersection, the time is getting older, and the pedestrians are getting old.

According to the habit of the past, pedestrians should be more bustling at this time, but the early spring sun is a little delicate after all, at noon just learned to show off the power of summer for a while, in the afternoon it showed fatigue, from time to time to hide in the clouds, not long, simply did not bother to go out.

It was getting dark, and the pedestrians who did not bring rain gear had to take advantage of the rain and hurry home.

The girl also found that the sky was not right, and hurriedly lowered the price to dispose of the remaining vegetables.

Qian Yi was still sitting in front of the stall, looking at the passers-by with hope.

In fact, he could have won the previous competition, but he had heard the speed of Zhao Yiren's needle and the speed of dripping, so he knew how many needles he could lose-

Of course, Qian Yi knew that it was better to sit in the medical hall than to be in front of the vegetable stall, but he was a cultivator, even if he only used mortal means, he had more advantages than Zhao Yiren, besides, Zhao Yiren was burdened with the prosperity of the entire medical hall, if he was ruined because of himself, Qian Yi couldn't accept it, such a thing, he had enough in the three years of his birth.

Zhao Yiren set up the competition in front of the medical hall, and personally competed with himself, how could Qian Yi not see Zhao Yiren's good intentions?

Therefore, Qianyi did not hide his clumsiness, used the best acupuncture, accepted Zhao Yiren's kindness, and also left three stitches, so as not to embarrass Zhao Yiren.

The sky was getting more and more gloomy, and at some point, a rustle blew from the west.

Tick.

The rain knocked on the green tiles, and knocked on the bluestones.

It's really raining.

The girl was talking to a woman about the price of a handful of cabbage, and when the woman saw that it was raining suddenly, she snatched the cabbage from the girl's hand, threw away half a penny, and ran away.

The girl was so anxious that she shouted twice from behind, but the woman did not answer, and turned the corner, leaving only the sound of rain in its place.

The girl picked up the copper coin on the ground, looked at the remaining vegetables in the car, and was a little anxious, and shouted more and more hard.

It's a pity that pedestrians only care about sheltering from the rain, how can anyone care?

After shouting for a long time, no one paid attention, the girl spread a rain cloth with a lot of holes on the dish, took out a straw hat from the car, hesitated for a moment, and then handed it to Qianyi.

"Here you go. ”

Qianyi looked at the girl, and a drop of rain happened to fall on Qianyi's slightly raised cheek.

Syllable!

The water splashed.

However, not on Chiya's face, but in the void of nothingness.

Only then did the girl realize that the boy's clothes had not been touched by a drop of rain, and there seemed to be a natural barrier in front of him to separate the rain.

The boy smiled at her, and the next moment, the girl found that it was quiet all around, and the rain only fell outside her.

The girl looked at this qiē with some surprise, remembering that at noon, the boy raised his hand and warmed his meal, the heat was not hot or cold, just right, and the surprise in her eyes was even stronger.

But soon, this surprise was drowned in more love, the girl's eyes were a little complicated, she looked at the calm and peaceful young man, just said "thank you" in a low voice like noon, and turned around, leaving only a trace of shadow, a few feet away.