Jiang Hengkong on the hospital bed had his eyes closed, and his hair was shaved because his head was going to be operated on. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhang Quyi stood in front of the hospital bed to adjust his breathing, stood quietly for nearly half a stick of incense, screened all distracting thoughts, and let his body and mind reach the best state, and then released his divine sense to sweep Jiang Hengkong's brain.

When he saw the situation inside, Zhang Quyi couldn't help but be secretly frightened, those shrapnel pieces had been embedded in Jiang Hengkong's head for nearly 50 years, and they had completely grown together with the brain tissue, and this cerebral hemorrhage was caused by the shrapnel squeezing the blood vessels for a long time. Now, although the shrenchnel has been taken out, there are many necrotic brain cells and nerves that have been removed, which is simply killing 1,000 enemies and causing 800 self-damage.

Zhang Quyi finished "observing" Jiang Hengkong's brain situation, nodded at Liu Xijun, and signaled that he could start.

Liu Xijun had already put on special gloves and waited for the battle, and when he got Zhang Quyi's signal, he immediately twisted a silver needle.

"Baihui!"

As soon as Zhang Qu finished speaking, Liu Xijun quickly pierced the silver needle into Jiang Hengkong's Baihui acupoint.

"Shenmen, Shangding, Fengfu, Dumb Gate, Qiangma, Brain Household, Shangxing ......"

The faster Zhang Quyi spoke, Liu Xijun's needles were like the wind, and in just a moment, Jiang Hengkong's brain was full of dense silver needles, which was very spectacular, and the tails of these silver needles were connected to a silk-like silver thread, which was neatly buckled on Liu Xijun's other hand.

Ziyang Zhenren blurted out: "Shake the piano needle!"

Ziyang Zhenren was born in the Medicine King Valley, and he is still Liu Xijun's uncle, so he naturally knows the method of shaking the piano needle, and he is one of the few masters in the valley who can control thirty-six silver needles at the same time, as far as he knows, Liu Xijun can only control eighteen silver needles at present, but now Jiang Hengkong has hundreds of silver needles inserted in his head, can she control it?

"Skylight, sky, sleep!"

At this time, Zhang Quyi shouted out the last three acupuncture points, and Liu Xijun pierced the three silver needles into these three positions respectively, and finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

A hint of approval flashed in Zhang Qu's eyes, not to mention that ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners can accurately confirm the location of these 108 acupuncture points, I am afraid that they will not even be able to memorize the names, Liu Xijun is worthy of being a master disciple from the Medicine King Valley, and his foundation is so solid that he can't say it.

"Childe, it's up to you!" Liu Xijun smiled and handed over the 108 silver thread held in his left hand to Zhang Quyi.

Ziyang Zhenren was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was Zhang Quyi who was going to perform the piano shaking needle technique, no matter where this kid learned it, is he able to control the 108 silver needles?

According to the literature of the Medicine King Valley, only the Medicine King himself can control 108 silver needles at the same time in history, and even Liu Shenwei, the personal disciple of the Medicine King, that is, the founder of the Medicine King Valley, can only control 81 silver needles.

Liu Xijun also opened a pair of charming eyes at this time, staring intently at Zhang Quyi's hands, she also wanted to know if this guy was really so rebellious.

This morning, when he was studying and experimenting on Qian Dai's bald head, Zhang Qu was able to control thirty-six needles as soon as he got started, and Liu Xijun was already shocked. If she hadn't seen that Zhang Quyi's control needle technique was indeed very blunt, she would have even suspected that Zhang Quyi would have been able to shake the piano needle, and asking herself for advice was purely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

At this time, Zhang Quyi didn't have time to pay attention to Ziyang Zhenren and Liu Xijun's thoughts, he was now fully focused on controlling the silver needle, and his divine sense divided 108 wisps, each strand was attached to a silver needle, with his current mental strength, he still felt extremely difficult.

The spiritual power in Zhang Quyi's body was continuously output through 108 silver threads, and then 108 silver needles were injected into the acupuncture points on Jiang Hengkong's head, silently nourishing the damaged cranial nerves and cells.

At this time, the silver needle tied to Jiang Hengkong's head began to tremble rhythmically, and the five fingers of Zhang Quyi's left hand immediately hooked the silver thread with the rhythm of the silver needle, and the movement became faster and faster, just like a storm hitting the residual lotus, and in the end, only an afterimage of the left hand could be seen.

Not to mention Jiang Jianguo and other laymen, even Ziyang Zhenren and Liu Xijun are completely petrified. If it is indiscriminately pulled, Uncle He in the middle of the transformation of strength can also achieve this speed, but this is acupuncture, not playing the piano indiscriminately, every time you pluck one of the silver threads, you must pull it according to the reaction of the acupuncture point where the silver needle is located.

For example, when the Baihui acupoint pulses, it is necessary to immediately dial the silver needles of several nearby acupuncture points to make these acupuncture points "resonate", so as to stimulate the brain cells in this area to the greatest extent.

This means that not only the hand speed should be fast, the acupuncture points should be accurate, but also be able to keenly capture which acupuncture points are pulsating, which is the most difficult, Zhang Quyi If it is not for the assistance of divine consciousness, it is impossible to monitor 108 acupuncture points at the same time, I am afraid that more than a dozen is enough. This is also the reason why Ziyang Zhenren has practiced the violin shaking needle method for decades, and can barely control 36 needles.

"Cloud Blowing Hand, this is the Cloud Blowing Hand, I didn't expect to be able to witness the legendary Cloud Blowing Hand with my own eyes in my lifetime!" Ziyang Zhenren was so excited that his old face turned red, as if he was drunk.

At this time, Zhang Quyi was soaked with sweat, not only wisps of white mist evaporated on his head, but his left hand waving at high speed was also a mist rising, spreading out to the surroundings with his movements, like a piece of floating clouds.

Legend has it that when the medicine king Sun Simiao used the [Shaking the Qin Needle Method] to treat Li Yuan, the Taizu of the Tang Dynasty, it was such a scene today, and [Fuyun Hand] got its name from this.

Liu Xijun looked at it distractedly, and when he saw that Zhang Quyi had beads of sweat on both eyelashes, he subconsciously took out a fragrant handkerchief and stretched it out, but a snow-white jade hand next to him happened to be holding a tissue and stretched it out, and it was Jiang Ying.

The eyes of the two women touched, Liu Xijun retracted his hand in embarrassment, Jiang Ying smiled disapprehantly, and quickly wiped the sweat from his eyelashes and forehead for Zhang Dao.

"Ah, Dad's fingers seem to have moved just a little!" Jiang Yuanchao suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone's eyes looked at Jiang Hengkong's hands in unison, and after a while, Jiang Hengkong's left index finger really moved slightly, and now everyone saw it clearly, and instantly cheered in unison.

"It's moving, it's really moving!" Jiang Jianguo rubbed his face violently with excitement.

At this moment, Zhang Quyi suddenly trembled, and a silver line immediately broke.

Ziyang Zhenren's face changed slightly: "It's not good, Zhang Xiaozi is about to lose it!"

Controlling 108 needles at the same time, the huge loss of mental power can be imagined, Zhang Quyi felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and the strength of his hand was not properly controlled, and he immediately broke a silver wire.

However, at this time, it has reached the most critical moment, Jiang Hengkong's brain cells are nourished by spiritual power, coupled with continuous high-intensity stimulation, they are already on the verge of awakening.

It's like a car stuck in a mud puddle, stepping on the accelerator and struggling to hit it once, either it can get out of trouble smoothly, or the high-speed rotating wheels can only dig the mud puddle deeper and deeper.

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