In the silence room, there is only candlelight, and it is difficult to distinguish the night, but the little boy doesn't care about the night, just the hour.

Roll an hour, sleep an hour.

Xie Qingyun had a big meal before, so after this day, no food was delivered, so it took twelve hours, six reincarnations.

After the first day, Xie Qingyun discovered the wonder, although Nie Shiren had not arrived, the food box automatically appeared on the ground, Xie Qingyun was sure that it appeared out of thin air, not something that was secretly pushed out.

Such an interesting thing, if it was in the past, with Xie Qingyun's curious surname, most of them would have taken time to think about it repeatedly, but now they just laughed it off.

To do great things, you have to be serious, no matter how fun it is, but if you are distracted by some irrelevant things, how can you achieve great things. After using up a third of the food, rest for a while, and then start practicing the art of rolling thorns.

Eat, sleep, and roll. Although Nie Shi didn't stipulate how long he would have to practice, Xie Qingyun couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop, forgetting about it, Xie Qingyun only remembered the number of times he rolled over.

After twenty-one rolls, Xie Qingyun still couldn't find any skills, and he was still stabbed all over his eyes. The only fortunate thing is that the spiritual sense that Nie Shi said will still appear from time to time, and he can feel the suction of the underground needle eye from time to time.

At the beginning of the twenty-fifth time, Xie Qingyun felt that something was wrong, he was still distracted, distracted by that spiritual sense, so he stopped thinking about it, devoted himself wholeheartedly, and did his best to roll.

Unable to see, he used his body to sense and perceive the angle and movement of the flying needle, but unfortunately, the more he did this, the slower he rolled, and the more he was stabbed.

Xie Qingyun is not discouraged, knows himself and his opponent, and wins every battle. The flying needle is the enemy, but it is difficult to know, so I have to use stupid methods to fight for more thorns, deeper poison, and deeper suffering, to find the enemy's surname.

Finally, when the ninety-first roll was over, Xie Qingyun could feel that there were fewer flying needles that stabbed him, maybe they had begun to decrease before, but the number of flying needles was huge, and it was difficult to know if it was a little less.

And this time there are at least a few dozen, because in a small area of the right shoulder, there are hardly any blood spots or needle holes.

The so-called good things come in pairs, after a sleep, his broken leg is also healed, and he can bend and stretch and kick without any hindrance. Since then, since the ninety-second time, he has completely turned himself into a ball, just like Nie Shi at the beginning.

After rolling a few more times, in addition to finding the direction of the flying needle, Xie Qingyun also began to find ways to feel the direction of force in his limbs, body, and head, and find a way to make the force even, so as to make himself roll faster. Because the faster you go, the less chance you have of a flying needle stick.

Find the trick, and the results will gradually increase.

The one hundred and twenty-fifth time, after rolling over an hour on the entire right shoulder and right arm, there were only a few scattered spots of blood.

The one hundred and forty-fifth time, from the right arm, right shoulder to the neck, and then to the left shoulder and left arm, there was no trace of blood, the eye of the needle.

For the one hundred and fifty-fifth time, Xie Qingyun was able to deliberately use his back and back to block the flying needle, while reducing the possibility of other parts being stabbed, so that his arms, shoulders, neck, and the largest abdomen and chest were never stabbed by the flying needle again.

For the one hundred and sixtyth time, Xie Qingyun took off his wooden mask and covered his eyes with his hands.

For the one hundred and sixty-fifth time, I don't have to block my eyes with my hands. The one hundred and seventy-fifth time, the back is not half a stitch.

It's delicious, it's enjoyable!

After the one hundred and eighty times, Xie Qingyun slept for a while, nibbled on half of the roast chicken, and did not rest, and directly started the one hundred and eighty-first time.

Time flickered, an hour finally passed, and the mechanism stopped.

Xie Qingyun got up, stripped naked, and examined it carefully. If you can see it, you can touch it with your hands if you can't see it, and after touching it, you don't feel at ease, so you go to the stone bed to turn on the machine, put your hand on the bed, and then, swish, bounce away.

It's cold, it's cold to death, so bounce off.

On the one hundred and eightyth time, there was still a blood spot on his back, and at that time, he also let go of his hand, and the cold light went straight down his arm into his back, and it took about half a breath to feel the biting cold. In other words, even if it is a needle's eye poison, the cold jade bed will take time to treat.

And at this moment, as soon as his hand touched the bed, he immediately felt the coldness of the cold, so cold that he died, but he didn't die, and he smiled.

I don't know how many days it has been rolling, but it is finally rolled, and it is worth laughing at. But he was not satisfied, the little boy rested for half an hour, and felt that his strength was still sufficient, so he rolled again, and then touched the cold jade bed, and then it was cold when he touched it, and then bounced away, but he still missed a needle.

Both times it did, it should be fine.

But the little boy wanted to be perfect, so he thought, "Lie on the ground and rest for half an hour...... The strength is a little insufficient, it is still good for an hour, if you roll for the third time after an hour, and still miss a needle, call Lao Nie down and take yourself out. ”

Thinking beautifully, the corners of my mouth water. And then...... When an hour came, he slept on the bed in Pingyue, and when the needle poison was resolved, Leng Mang naturally urged him to wake up, and now without the cold mang's urging of the cold jade bed, Xie Qingyun fell asleep.

One hundred and eighty-one times, rolling for an hour at a time, enduring an hour of poisonous needle chasing, the first step of the big thing was done, and the little boy was so tired that he couldn't hold back, so he couldn't hold back and slept.

When he woke up, he saw Nie Shi sitting cross-legged by his side at first glance.

As soon as he saw this scene, Xie Qingyun knew that he had overslept, and he was a little embarrassed, he was going to roll once before he called Lao Nie to come down, but he didn't expect Lao Nie to come.

"If you roll like this, you are in such a hurry, and you are so tired that you sleep like this, it can't be, it doesn't work, and it's not good. Nie Shi saw Xie Qingyun get up, his face sank, and he said.

When Xie Qingyun heard this, he was startled, thinking that he had slept for several days, and hurriedly asked: "How long have I been asleep, Lao Nie, how long have you been here?" and then asked: "Lao Nie, how did you come down, do you know that I fell asleep?"

"Slept all day. Lao Nie responded, and then explained: "As soon as the mechanism moves here, I can know it outside." Usually I see that you start the flying needle mechanism every hour, but a day ago, it was suddenly activated after only half an hour, and then there was no movement for two consecutive hours, so I came down to take a look. ”

Speaking of this, Nie Shi shook his head, as if he was dissatisfied: "Five to six times a day, I can hold on for thirty-three days, and my perseverance is not bad." But this kind of practice will eventually come to an end. I don't come down to persuade you, just to make you understand for yourself that the way of martial arts, stability first, if the foundation is not solid, how can you seek speed. After sleeping for a day, my muscles and bones are loose, and I will roll again after a while, I am afraid that I will not advance but retreat. From now on, three times a day. ”

"This. Xie Qingyun scratched his head, "It's been thirty-three days......" nodded and pouted, but he still couldn't hold back, hehe smiled.

The little boy knew that Lao Nie had thought of something wrong and misunderstood. I originally planned to be calmer, but the child did well in schoolwork, and I couldn't hold back the desire to show off, in fact, I didn't want to hold back.