After saying that, Jiang Su took out the cold sword behind him, held the cold sword in his hand, and dug out the ground where his right hand was buried. The soil was dug out along the blade of the cold sword and piled beside the pit. Jiang Su held the glass bottle in his other hand, just waiting to be thrown into the pit.
fragrant.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense.
"Why is it missing? Where's my right hand? Where's my hand!!" The shock on Jiang Su's face was genuine. She was obviously anxious. Her digging movements became faster and faster, and her breathing accelerated.
The origin of the ten compound eyes is unknown, and they appear silently in his body to control his body behavior. The last time he controlled his right hand, next time he may not be sure that he will be able to control his brain.
"Dong" Shuangsha hit the roots of a evergreen tree. The pit had been dug too deep. It was far deeper than the depth where his right hand was buried that day.
"It disappeared..."
Jiang Su frowned, clenched his hands and muttered to himself. This thing disappeared without a trace. It was harder to control than imagined. It was definitely not an ordinary spiritual creature in the world of cultivation.
Now that it has escaped, I wonder if it will re-enter my body. It is hidden in the skin and flesh, so it is difficult to find it. Besides, it doesn't matter if it enters the body of someone else at Shifangmen.
"I also went to see my little senior sister today..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Su's face turned cold.
She buried the hole again, said no more, and entered the bedroom.
Jiang Su took out a linen needle bag from the Qiankun bag. After untying the rope and taking it apart, there was a row of needles inside.
This is the Nine Needles, 镵(chan)鉉(chi)锛锴, 锵牉(chi)锛锟斤拷, from the Yellow Emperor's Neijing Lingshu. It was made by Jiang Su himself last year with an elder from the Refining Peak. It is the most commonly used needle.
In addition to silver needles, there are more special needles.
The medical practitioners in this world of cultivation have not developed nine needles.
They can introduce spiritual energy into the body and use spiritual power to explore the patient's limbs and pulses. Most of these nine needles are useless to them. However, Jiang Su saw an old professor from the school using it during a follow-up visit in his previous life, and the effect was astonishing.
Jiang Su carefully touched the handle of the needle with her hand, as if caressing a lover.
Fortunately, I am a second-generation cultivator.
Although the medical fairy dad doesn't care much about his own life problems, he has already taught him everything he needs to teach him. He has taken him traveling with him since he was a child, traveling across mountains and ridges, and visiting people on the streets.
Jiang Su is naturally quite good at acupuncture. But there is one thing she is not qualified for. That is, the acupuncture in the world of cultivation is different from that in her previous life!
In this world that includes metaphysics and magic, acupuncture is not just a matter of how fast or deep the acupuncture points are inserted into the skin and flesh.
He watched with his own eyes as his medical fairy father used his spiritual power to control 365 silver needles, directly blocking the acupuncture points on the body of a monk who had lost his golden elixir and leaked his spiritual energy.
He even used his mind to twist the silver needle to the left, and then Xu Jin rushed out the replenishing energy into his body. He even lit a mountain fire talisman to make a copper skin and iron bone for him.
The monk looked like a hedgehog that had become a spirit at that time. The silver needles on his body were still glowing in the firelight.
This world of cultivation cannot be measured by the previous basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. With Jiang Su's current cultivation level in the early stage of the golden elixir, he can only manage a Silver Needle Thirty-Six. He Kuang still doesn't know how the golden elixir was formed.
, not even thunder disaster...
"The world of cultivation... between flesh and skin..." Jiang Su hurried back to the alchemy room with a needle pack in hand.
"The medicinal energy of the Blood Coagulation Pill just now must not have dissipated yet."
Jiang Su put all nine needles into the six-turn furnace that had not yet cooled down. Covered the lid and stood quietly beside the six-turn furnace.
After half a stick of incense, she reopened the lid and observed the current status of the nine needles.
Jiang Su raised his hand and waved, and all nine needles flew into the air, and in the next second they went straight into her flesh!
The needles had different shapes, like moths of different sizes crawling under the surface of Jiang Su's skin.
The thin and fair human skin could not cover the nine needles. One of them pushed the skin out into a sharp shape, the other pushed out the skin into a shovel shape, or accidentally penetrated the veins, and red and purple ecchymoses suddenly appeared under the skin.
The medicinal energy of the Blood Coagulation Pill finally exerted its effect, and the blood vessels that penetrated quickly grew and closed. The "plum blossoms" on the surface of the skin no longer grew in size. Red and purple petals bloomed under the human skin.
The girl raised her lips and admired the blood-ink painting with satisfaction.
Suddenly he opened his mouth and chuckled: "I found you. Little eyes hahahahahahahahaha. You came to play with me again hahahahahahaha."
The needle feeling of the beryllium needle among the nine needles disappeared, and it pierced something with a fragile texture. Jiang Su could guess that this was the "compound eye parasitic bead" without looking inside.
"Come on, come on, come on, don't you love hiding under your skin? Hahahahahahahahaha I will kill you. Hahahahahahaha"
The beryllium needle called for companions, and the long needle was the first to squirm here. One needle at a time, it penetrated ten parasitic beads with compound eyes, and it was like a small candied haws stuffed inside the girl's forearm.
The girl's slender fingers reached for her arm, and she rubbed each "hawthorn" segment on the "candied haws" with her slightly calloused fingertips, showing the innocence and curiosity of a child.
The next moment, the nails suddenly dug into the jade arm, and before he could react, the little "candied haws" was peeled out from under the skin. All ten compound eyes looked at Jiang Su's face.
The twelve eyes face each other, each looking at what they care about.
"We meet again, Zhuzhu." The girl said softly.
The next second, "What! Ahhhh!" The girl's expression was instantly distorted, and the complacency and pride she had felt shattered in the blink of an eye, leaving her holding her head in her hands and struggling hard.
Suddenly, there seemed to be hundreds or even thousands of people whispering in Jiang Su's sea of consciousness, with yellow bells and dalu, and suonas blaring in unison. Like Buddhists, they admonished devoutly and mechanically: "Since I was born as a monk in this world,
Why don’t you ask Qu Tong to pick up the chess pieces and take Bai Yujing with you? Why don’t you pick up the chess pieces! Why don’t you pick up the chess pieces! Why don’t you pick up the chess pieces!”
I can't tell who came from this voice. It seemed like a five-year-old child, a young girl in her prime, an octogenarian, a gloomy and sharp old man, or a middle-aged man with a strong voice. It was a crow, a cuckoo, a blue bird, or something in the forest.
Deer, fish in the water, moon in the mirror, dazzling eyes.
All things in the world are suffering beings, ordinary people with ignorance and troubles, wandering in the confused world of life and death!
"You! Why don't you pick up the chess piece!"
The girl in green clothes was stunned on the spot. The wound on her plum-shaped jade arm was deep enough to show the bone, and mottled blood was flowing quietly.
She said to herself: "Why don't I pick up the chess pieces? Pick up the chess pieces..."
The small courtyard is a lush area, the sky is bright, and the pale shadow of the bright moon hangs high. The flowers and leaves of spiritual plants everywhere are filled with tiny green lights. It is like a galaxy flowing on the ground, and the girl is stepping alone on it.
Above the stars.
Dieffenbachia stretches out its branches and sways in the cold wind.
Only when a hint of fish belly white appeared on the horizon did Jiang Su regain his consciousness.
The girl's expression was full of confusion, "I am..." Pain came from her arm, and she subconsciously looked down. She saw a hideous wound under the blood-stained green sleeve, and in the palm of this arm, there was
Holding ten crystal clear white chess pieces.
"White chess...ten pieces."
"Qu Tong Shiqi... The name Qu Tong sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere. Shiqi..."