"Forget it if you don't believe it." Gu Qingxi said lightly, then turned and left.
"Master Gu misunderstood, misunderstood, we didn't mean it that way. We were just too happy, so we didn't hesitate to say anything, and we hope Master Gu will understand."
"As long as Master Gu is willing to help, my Chang family will never forget this kindness." Several children of the Chang family quickly apologized to Gu Qingxi.
They also figured out that the elder had gone crazy and was almost dead. No matter whether Gu Qingxi really wanted to save people or not, he could only treat a dead horse as a living horse.
"Let's talk about it later. I don't need to tell you what the consequences will be if you demon cultivators go crazy. You must also know that it is not that easy to save your elders." Gu Qingxi stopped.
Step down.
"Of course we know this. Master Gu just lets go and does what you can. If you can't save the elder, we will never blame you." After hearing what she said, several Chang family disciples thought that she was worried about not being able to save the elder, so
Let’s put the ugly words first, so they expressed relief in unison.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. Elder Chang just went crazy. If he can be treated immediately, I'm at least 80% sure.
It’s just that the cultivation method of demon cultivators is very different from that of immortals, and the treatment may be a little painful, so no matter what happens in the future, you must not take action. Otherwise, if you damage Elder Chang’s life, you can’t blame me.”
Gu Qingxi waved her hands and said.
"What, we're 80% sure! Master Gu, just do it, Elder Chang is also a demon cultivator, what's the point of a little pain?" A disciple of the Chang family said in surprise.
"Yes, Master Gu, you are worrying too much. You are completely worrying too much. The thing we demon cultivators are not afraid of the most is pain." Another Chang family disciple said disapprovingly.
In order to stimulate their potential, their demon cultivators can even do things like self-mutilation in the eyes of outsiders. How can they be afraid of pain?
"Master Gu, please do it quickly. Don't worry, let alone a little pain. Even if the elder dies in front of us, we will never act rashly." Several other Chang family disciples also urged in unison.
Sure enough, a demonic cultivator is a demonic cultivator. He is ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to others.
"Since you said that, I'm relieved." Gu Qingxi said and took out a silver needle.
That's right, it's a handful, and it's a big one. Gu Qingxi's fingers are long, otherwise it would be difficult to hold it.
Several Chang family disciples looked at each other and took a breath of cold air at the same time. Suddenly they were a little suspicious, whether they had spoken too much just now. Demon cultivators actually have their limits, and they are also afraid of pain.
Chang Jingxun blinked his eyes and quietly opened a small gap. When he saw the long silver needle in Gu Qingxi's hand, his heart suddenly tightened.
Should we end the fainting escape as soon as possible? After all, being stabbed like a hedgehog doesn't look good.
However, he had just fainted not long ago, and he woke up on his own so quickly. Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if others could see the clues? Elder Chang Da was a little confused.
Gu Qingxi didn't give him time to think. Before he could make a decision, he stabbed Chang Jingxun's fingertip with a needle.
Ten fingers connected to the heart. As a medical master, Gu Qingxi certainly knew where the needle should be inserted.
Chang Jingxun kicked his legs fiercely, and his body tensed instantly.
It hurts, it really hurts!
Just like the younger generations of the Chang family, he originally thought that he had gone through many dangers in his life, suffered countless hardships and tortures, and that a little pain was nothing. But until this moment, he knew that he was wrong.
, completely wrong.
Although this needle pierced the tip of his finger, it felt like it was piercing into the bottom of his heart and into his soul. A heart-rending pain surged in like a roiling tide.
A long and tragic memory suddenly appeared in Chang Jingxun's mind.
It was when he had reached the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul and was about to be promoted to the Divine Transformation. He and several close friends went to Mo Dang Mountain to look for opportunities for breakthrough. They accidentally broke into the territory of the Silver Eyed Wind Wolf and were attacked by hundreds of Silver Eyes.
Siege of the Wind Wolf.
After the battle, five of the eight close friends died and three were injured. Among them, he was the most seriously injured. Not only was his whole body bitten to pieces, one of his arms was almost torn off.
But even that kind of pain is nothing compared to the pain caused by this thin silver needle.
If he hadn't remembered that he was still in a "coma", Elder Chang almost couldn't hold back his screams.
As expected of a demon cultivator, he could indeed endure it. Gu Qingxi asked herself, even if it were herself, it would be difficult for her to remain as silent as Chang Jingxun under such pain.
So, with some admiration and some appreciation, Gu Qingxi inserted another needle.
"Oh..." Another wave of pain came over. Chang Jingxun raised his neck high, exposing the raised veins, and finally let out a low roar from his throat, like a seriously injured beast on the verge of death.
"There is a reaction, the elder has a reaction." A Chang family disciple shouted happily.
"As expected of a master of medicine, Master Gu's acupuncture skills are indeed miraculous." Another Chang family disciple sincerely praised him, looking at Gu Qingxi with eyes full of admiration and fascination.
They had just stuffed a dozen handfuls of pills down, but none of the elders made any move. Gu Qingxi only used two injections to achieve initial results. This is such exquisite medical skills and such mysterious acupuncture techniques.
My fart reaction is amazing. I know it hurts. Do you know how painful it is? Chang Jingxun was so angry that he almost cried.
However, thinking that he was still in a "coma", he could only close his eyes and continue to endure it with all his strength.
He could still bear it! Gu Qingxi admired Elder Chang Da's will even more, so he inserted the needle one after another.
Pain, like a torrent, like a huge wave, like a tsunami, rolled in overwhelmingly, drowning Chang Jingxun in an instant, as if it was going to tear him to pieces from body to soul.
Normally, under such pain, any monk would faint from the pain, or even die from the pain, thereby gaining relief.
But under Gu Qingxi's exquisite acupuncture techniques, Chang Jingxun did not faint, let alone die. Instead, his mind became clearer than ever before, and his feeling of pain became clearer than ever before.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Although he still clenched his teeth, his body was like a fish out of water, jumping up and down again and again, making a "splat" sound on the ground.
The wrinkled old face was also twisted sharply due to pain, looking extremely ferocious and miserable.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel secretly frightened, and their hearts were beating wildly.
"Is the elder going to be okay? Why don't you tell Master Gu to stop for a moment and let the elder take a breath before coming back?" A disciple of the Chang family said worriedly.
"Probably not. Master Gu has already said that it will be a little painful, so there is nothing to worry about." Another Chang family disciple said.
"Yes, the elder has practiced hard for thousands of years. I think he can still withstand such a little pain." Other Chang family members agreed.
Crying, Chang Jingxun really cried: Didn’t you see how much pain I was in? I was still in a little bit of pain...
Didn't you look quite clever before? Why are you two so blind today?
Originally, he was counting on them to save him from suffering, but now, Chang Jingxun knew that no one could count on him, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Stop, Master Gu, stop. I'm fine. It's okay. Everything is fine." Seeing Gu Qingxi pick up the last three silver needles and about to plunge them hard into the top of his head, Chang Jingxun was so frightened that one Buddha appeared and two Buddhas appeared.
Ascending to the sky, he quickly shouted in a tearful tone.
Gu Qingxi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the old man woke up in time. Otherwise, when the silver needles ran out, she would have to sit on the tiger stool with pepper water.