Han Shuangcheng, who walked out of the dojo, did not directly set off to the Tieqin Bronze Sword Tower, but planned to take a detour to Wancaopu.

Han Shuangcheng was not in a hurry, but slowed down his steps. Han Shuangcheng has two hobbies, one is to read the books in the Iron Qin and Bronze Sword Building, and whether it is beneficial to him or not, he is willing to read it patiently. On the other hand, he likes to see the scenery, whether it is sitting on the dojo waiting for the rising sun, or at this moment, he is willing to calm down and enjoy the pavilions and willow gardens beside him. In Han Shuangcheng's eyes, the essence of reading and enjoying the scenery is the same, and they are both endlessly enjoyable.

"The wind is good and the scenery is good, but everyone is in a hurry, and the scenery is ruined. ”

Naturally, most of the sect disciples would not raise their eyes to take a look at these scenes along the way, they were busy on the road, busy with cultivation, and busy with everything. But Han Shuangcheng, who seems to be idle all day long, has been the leader in the trials of the sect for five consecutive years, which has made the disciples feel aggrieved.

As he walked, the wooden plaque engraved with the three neat characters of "Wancaopu" caught Han Shuangcheng's eye. As he expected, Ma Zhongliang, who was in charge of taking care of Wancao Shop, had already opened the door early to wait for customers.

But at this time, it is only more than half of the hour, and the hour is not yet time. The sky has not yet brightened, and there are naturally many birds at the door in front of Wancao Shop, and there are no other disciples except Han Shuangcheng.

Ma Zhongliang, who had a thin face, naturally saw Han Shuangcheng walking towards him, but he did not take the initiative to greet him, but was still busy sorting out the medicinal materials.

"Senior Brother Ma, it's early. Han Shuangcheng said hello with a smile, he knew too well about the temper of Ma Zhongliang, a senior brother. If he walked over without saying a word, the two of them could stay clubbed for a long time without speaking before he spoke.

"Senior Brother Han is early. Ma Zhongliang replied expressionlessly, and continued to lower his head and busily pack up the medicinal materials at hand.

In the Imperial Spirit Sect, Han Shuangcheng is a well-known weirdo, and Ma Zhongliang is an unfamous weirdo.

Ma Zhongliang is considered to be an older outer disciple in the Imperial Spirit Sect, and it is said that he has been in the sect for more than ten years, and he has also taken care of Wancaopu for more than ten years.

Taking care of Wancao Shop is a laborious job, far less than the Iron Qin and Bronze Sword Tower. Although the sect stipulates that the disciples who take care of the Wancao Shop can have their points halved when purchasing medicinal herbs. However, after all, the medicinal herbs are only an auxiliary effect, and most of the medicinal herbs in the Wancao Shop are not precious and are not worth a few points. For example, the more than 20 kinds of medicinal herbs purchased by Mo Shiping and Wang Fugui are only a hundred points, but they are enough for the two of them for a month.

Besides, there are not many disciples who come and go every day in Wancaopu, so it is natural to take care of it. Generally speaking, the disciples in charge need to spend at least four or five hours a day in this ten thousand grass shop. It takes about three or four hours to eat and sleep every day, so very few of the twelve hours a day can really be used for cultivation.

Therefore, about the situation of Wancaopu, the disciples who have stayed in the Yuling Sect for a long time are all well aware, and naturally no one is willing to take over Wancaopu, so they can only rely on the pit to deceive the juniors and disciples who have just entered the sect and do not know anything about it, which has also become a tacit rule in the sect.

More than ten years ago, Ma Zhongliang, who had just entered the sect, became that "lucky" disciple. It is said that the senior brother who was in charge of taking care of Wancao Shop before almost cried with joy, and that night he dragged Ma Zhongliang to the tavern at the foot of the mountain to rub a meal of wine. After three rounds of drinking, some slightly drunk senior brothers told him many things in detail, many of which were about how to eat kickbacks, and Ma Zhongliang also wrote them down one by one.

But the strange thing is that since Ma Zhongliang took care of Wancao Shop, there has never been a shortage of catties and catties. In the following ten years, although the Imperial Spirit Sect would recruit many outer disciples every year, Wancaopu never changed the shopkeeper.

Ma Zhongliang's cultivation is not high, and he has only been in the second realm for more than ten years. But in the Imperial Spirit Sect of Nuoda, Han Shuangcheng only looked at him twice, and was happy to talk to him a few words.

Han Shuangcheng walked into the Wancao shop and casually picked up an autumn mulberry with yellow stems and leaves to play with, but after noticing Ma Zhongliang's glance, he put it back on the table in a daze.

"Senior Brother Ma, how many points are in those two junior brothers yesterday, can you tell me?"

"No, you can't. ”

Ma Zhongliang replied in a stiff tone, and after seeing that Han Shuangcheng had put down the autumn mulberry, he withdrew his staring gaze, and continued to lower his head and sort out the medicinal materials on the table.

Han Shuangcheng was not surprised by this answer, this was the stubborn and old-fashioned Ma Zhongliang he knew. So, Han Shuangcheng waved his hand with a smile, deliberately lengthened his voice a little and said, "It's really boring to go." ”

With that, Han Shuangcheng turned around and walked straight out of Wancaopu and left.

After Han Shuangcheng left, Ma Zhongliang was still concentrating on sorting out the medicinal materials at hand, but there was a rare smile on his thin face that was expressionless all the year round.

At this time, Wang Fugui just returned to the hut with Mo Shiping, who was paralyzed.

Wang Fugui carefully placed Mo Shiping on the bed, and then he looked anxious, pacing back and forth in the room at a loss.

"Hey, Mo Shiping, I really don't know what the sea of qi is, where the acupuncture points in the atrium are, what if you prick the wrong one and paralyze you. ”

Wang Fugui hurriedly opened the "Small Refinement of Muscles and Bones" on the table, and hurriedly turned many pages, and finally found a page of illustrations recording the various meridian acupuncture points of the human body. It's just that the meridian acupuncture points on this map are intricate, there are hundreds of acupuncture points alone, although there are small characters marked with fly's head as annotations next to them, but Wang Fugui doesn't recognize a word.

Wang Fugui frowned and thought for a moment, then held the "Small Refining of Muscles and Bones" in his left hand, took out the silver needle in his right hand, squatted in front of the bed, and said to Mo Shiping with a solemn expression: "I thought of a way. In this way, I use the silver needle to scratch the acupuncture points marked on the map one by one, and if there are acupuncture points involving the Ren vein, you nod... Wait, you can't seem to nod. Otherwise, then you will blink your eyes, and I will pierce you according to the acupuncture points. ”

Although Mo Shiping's body couldn't move, his consciousness was clear, and when he heard Wang Fugui's remarks, his eyes widened in a hurry.

"What are you staring for? Oh, I see, signal me not to delay the hour, right? Hey, don't worry, I don't know anything about this, I have to take my time. Wang Fugui said as he held the silver needle in his right hand, and walked the acupoints one by one according to the marks on the map.

"If you look closely, one negligence can cause irreparable results. Wang Fugui's forehead oozed a little cold sweat, and his right hand holding the silver needle trembled slightly, but he still tried to pretend to be calm.

Baihui, Yintang, Qingming...

Mo Shiping watched in horror as the dangerous acupuncture points were crossed, and he wanted to cry without tears in his heart at the moment, regretting that he didn't explain to Wang Fugui in advance where the five major acupuncture points of perineum, Qi Sea, Shenque, Atrium, and Chengji were.

When the silver needle slashed through the atrium acupoint, Mo Shiping hurriedly blinked.

"Here?" Wang Fugui carefully stared at the corresponding position in the picture, which was densely marked with dozens of acupuncture points, and Wang Fugui suddenly had a headache.

According to the position in the picture, Wang Fugui tried to point the silver needle at an acupuncture point on Mo Shiping's abdomen, and then looked sideways at Mo Shiping.

I saw Mo Shiping trying his best to widen his eyes, staring directly at the silver needle twisted in Wang Fugui's hand, for fear that he would pierce it directly, which was the Liangmen acupoint, which was in charge of the person's stomach.

"What do you mean, do you want to pierce or not?" Wang Fugui glanced at Mo Shiping rather sadly, and whispered again.

At this moment, Mo Shiping, who was in a dilemma, suddenly had an idea and thought of a way.

I saw that Mo Shiping's eyes widened again, staring at the bag of herbs on the table, and then squeezed his eyebrows at Wang Fugui, raised his eyebrows, and blinked his eyes.

Wang Fugui looked at Mo Shiping, who had a strange face, and couldn't help muttering: "I haven't pricked the needle yet, why are you stupid?"

When Mo Shiping heard this, he only hated that he couldn't sigh at the moment. At this time, there was only one sentence in his chest that went back and forth, lingering for a long time.

"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. ”

Mo Shiping exerted all his strength, and finally looked in the direction of the table, slightly pursed his mouth, and then looked at Wang Fugui with blank eyes.

Wang Fugui turned his head to look suspiciously, saw the bag of herbs on the table, and immediately understood.

"Is this for me to go to Wancaopu to find the senior brother there for help?"

Mo Shiping blinked his eyes again and again, and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and the hanging heart finally let go a little, Wang Fugui finally did not disappoint him.

Since this is the case, Wang Fugui did not delay any longer, and immediately trotted out of the door and rushed towards Wancaopu.

In fact, Mo Shiping was not particularly sure whether the somewhat thin senior brother of Wancaopu would come, and at the moment, only a dead horse should be a living horse. Besides, through yesterday's brief contact, Mo Shiping felt that that senior brother should be a very good person.

Yesterday, Ma Zhongliang sensed that the jade slip handed out by Wang Fugui had more than 400 points. It stands to reason that a new disciple can have so many points, and it is very likely that another senior brother will ask a question or two curiously. But Ma Zhongliang didn't, and even just glanced at the two of them slightly, and then didn't look at them anymore. Thinking that he was afraid that Wancaopu would have too many eyes, which would cause unnecessary trouble to these two junior brothers. For this small detail, Mo Shiping naturally saw it in his eyes and fell in his heart, and felt that although this senior brother seemed to be unreachable, he was actually a cold-faced and enthusiastic person.

Sure enough, after about a cup of tea, two hurried footsteps sounded outside the house.

Wang Fugui, who was out of breath, led Ma Zhongliang to the bed, pointed at Mo Shiping, who was paralyzed, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, this is the case, can it be cured?"

Mo Shiping's face suddenly darkened, thinking that he was just distracted by Han Shuangcheng, and he was not terminally ill, right?

Ma Zhongliang did not answer immediately, but according to the situation that Wang Fugui explained to him on the road, he first opened the "Small Refining of Muscles and Bones" on the table, and roughly looked at the method of opening up Ren's pulse introduced in it, and even knew it in his heart.

Han Shuangcheng was as ruthless as ever. Ma Zhongliang whispered, and then twisted a silver needle, ready to stimulate the five acupuncture points above the Ren vein.

"Hey, wait. Senior brother, don't you want to see the distribution map of meridian acupoints?" Wang Fugui saw that he was about to drop the silver needle, and he was worried that this senior brother would be big, so he hurriedly reminded him.

"It doesn't matter. The five acupuncture points of perineum, Qi Sea, Shenque, Atrium, and Chengpul are not difficult to find. Ma Zhongliang shook his head, and at the same time, the silver needle twisted in his right hand pierced into the pulp point of Mo Shiping's jaw accurately.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Zhongliang twisted up the silver needles with an expressionless face, and quickly fell into the four acupuncture points of the perineum, the sea of qi, the divine que, and the atrium.

Mo Shiping only felt that waves of heat gradually overflowed from the five major acupuncture points, converging into a straight line, running from the perineum to the Chengzhi acupoint, which was Ren's vein.

Mo Shiping quietly closed his eyes, he was ready to meet the pain mentioned in "Muscle and Bone Refinement", which would appear as Ren pulse was stimulated.

In fact, Han Shuangcheng scattered Mo Shiping's strength before, but kept him awake, which was deliberate. In the five years that he has been taking care of the Iron Piano and Bronze Sword Building, nearly half of the books on the first to sixth floors have been hurriedly dabbled in by him.

Therefore, the method of stimulating Ren Pulse mentioned in the book "Little Refining of Muscles and Bones" is not clever in Han Shuangcheng's opinion. It is true that by directing the body to a state of extreme weakness, the risk of irritation of the Ren pulse can be minimized. But as for the need to maintain a trace of sanity, Han Shuangcheng felt that this was not the case.

Maintaining a little sanity is probably to minimize the pain that the disciple will experience in the process of stimulating Ren Pulse and increase the chance of success. Therefore, Han Shuangcheng instead let Mo Shiping maintain a sober mind, and he should refine his heart after suffering more, so as to conform to the forging body mentioned in the opening chapter of "Muscle and Bone Refining", and refining the heart is the main thing.

Therefore, Han Shuangcheng smiled and left the sentence "At most, at most, it's just a little more patience." ”

However, after a while, Mo Shiping still didn't wait for the pain mentioned in the book, and after another moment, there was still no. Some of them were just bursts of warmth, slowly emanating from the five acupuncture points above Ren's veins, which made Mo Shiping feel physically and mentally comfortable.

After a small half-pillar of incense, Mo Shiping noticed that gradually, his own strength emerged from the depths of his limbs little by little, until it covered his whole body, and the feeling of being paralyzed before completely dissipated.

Under Wang Fugui's stunned expression, Mo Shiping propped up his body with his right hand and sat up. He was very surprised, obviously Han Shuangcheng said that he would not recover his strength every hour or two, but now he hasn't even reached an hour.

"Did you fail?" Mo Shiping moved his stiff body slightly and smiled bitterly. Since he didn't feel the pain mentioned in the book, he probably didn't succeed in opening Ren's pulse, but he wasn't too disappointed.

Ma Zhongliang on the side looked a little incredulous, obviously the book said that according to this method, it would take a month or a year to successfully get through Ren's vein, but the young man in front of him was...

"You've managed to get through Ren. Ma Zhongliang put away his surprised expression and said softly. He understood why Han Shuangcheng, who had always been afraid of trouble, would favor this young man alone.