"I'm not a master of the family, and I don't plan to take on any disciples."
Qin Ming shook his head and rejected Nie Wu's request.
Nie Wu refused to give up and kowtowed three times in a row, "I beg you, Mr. Qin!"
"This is not a matter of success or failure. I am really not a master of the family, and I cannot accept you as my disciple."
Qin Ming was very depressed. He practiced Taoism and was not a warrior. How could he give advice to Nie Wu?
It's just that practicing Taoism is his secret, and it's so important that he can't tell anyone casually.
Bang bang bang!
Nie Wu began to kowtow again, until blood came out of his forehead, but he ignored it: "Mr. Qin, I know that my qualifications are mediocre and I can't get into your eyes."
"Please, for the sake of my sincerity, just give me a chance..."
At this time, the scene here has attracted the attention of many passers-by. Everyone saw Nie Wu kowtow to Qin Ming. Many people widened their eyes in surprise and couldn't help but cast strange looks at Qin Ming.
Even Li Jiahui next to Qin Ming looked strange.
"You get up first and then talk!"
Qin Ming was a little anxious.
In modern society where the Internet is so developed, he doesn't want others to mistakenly think that he bullies men and dominates women.
"If you don't agree to accept me as your disciple, I won't get up!"
Nie Wu said firmly.
"You get up first. I can't accept you as my disciple, but for the sake of your sincerity, I can give you some pointers."
Qin Ming had a headache and had to comfort Nie Wu a few words, but how to give him guidance was a big problem.
"Thank you, Master!"
Nie Wu was overjoyed and kowtowed a few more times before standing up.
"Don't call me master, I just said I don't plan to accept disciples."
"I can try my best to give you some guidance, but you can't call me master."
Qin Ming waved his hands and said.
Although he is not a warrior, he practices Taoism and martial arts from the same sect. With his strength close to the middle stage of Xiantian, he should be able to give some guidance to Nie Wu.
But he couldn't guarantee whether it would be effective or not!
"This... okay, thank you, Mr. Qin."
Nie Wu changed his title.
Qin Ming looked at Nie Wu carefully, and gradually gained some insights in his mind: "Nie Wu, right? Stretch your hand over and I will feel your pulse!"
"What are you doing to check your pulse?"
Nie Wu was startled, but still stretched out his arm.
After taking the pulse, Qin Ming quickly understood: "Nie Wu, if I read correctly, did you have any hidden injuries on your body before?"
Nie Wu's expression darkened, "Yes, I have a grudge against a master martial artist on the road. I was injured by him six years ago."
"Since then, my cultivation has been stuck at the acquired peak and has never improved."
"I see!"
Qin Ming suddenly realized.
Just now, he had found out that several meridians in Nie Wu's body had been injured, causing blockages and causing stagnation in his cultivation.
If he could unblock the meridians for Nie Wu, maybe Nie Wu's cultivation would be able to break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, which would save him the trouble of racking his brains to give advice.
"You sit down first."
Qin Ming motioned to Nie Wu to find a quieter place and sat down cross-legged.
Then he took out the silver needle, used the Six Needles of Destiny, and injected the silver needle one by one into several acupuncture points on Nie Wu's body.
After so many years of recuperation, Nie Wu's hidden injuries had long since healed, leaving only some minor problems with blocked meridians.
With Qin Ming's superb medical skills, it was easy to unblock Nie Wu's meridians.
It won't take a moment.
Groups of white mist visible to the naked eye continued to emerge from Nie Wu's hair.