Three hundred and ninetieth chapters insidious acupuncture
There was no way to dodge at such a close distance, so Zhang Yang could only slap her on the foot, use the strength of her leg to jump up, climb over her head, and dodge in a panic.
Of course, he didn't forget to touch the woman's pretty face, which was very cold and devoid of any softness...
Bo!
The black plum-blossom needle pierced the hard mahogany wine cabinet a few meters away and was completely submerged. It can be seen that the woman's strength and ability to control the plum-blossom needle have reached an incredible level.
"Stop." Suddenly there was a loud shout, and an old man in his sixties or seventies walked in.
You don't need to guess to know that he is Song Yehan's grandfather Song Shizhong. Although he is old and has silver hair, and the wrinkles on his face bear witness to his vicissitudes of life, his back is straight without any stoop, his eyes are deep and resolute, and his voice is loud and full of emotion.
His irresistible majesty makes him look like a man accustomed to giving orders.
"Grandpa, I just saw Grandpa Mai's car here, so I came over to offer a toast." Song Yehan's face returned to his habitual smile, and he walked over and said.
Song Shizhong did not speak, but gave the old man a cold look, then his eyes fell on his grandson, and he said: "Go back with me."
"Old Song, although we two brothers are in the same capital, we haven't seen each other for many years. Can't we sit down and have a drink to catch up on old times?"
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and his words conveyed the familiarity of an old friend, but at the same time there was a sense of distance that was thousands of miles away, contradictory and entangled.
"I have nothing to talk about between you and me."
Song Shizhong spoke very firmly, frowned and said to Song Yehan: "Go back with me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the private room. Song Yehan, a man and a woman turned around and glared at the people in the room before following them out together.
The private room, which was noisy and full of *smell just now, immediately returned to silence. Several people were looking at the door, obviously everyone had their own thoughts.
For Zhang Yang, seeing the woman's ease in using plum blossom needles, he basically concluded that she was the one who attacked him in the underground workshop that day.
After all, this skill has been lost for a long time. How could I meet two such masters in such a short period of time?
thump!
While Zhang Yang was still deep in thought, the young man who had just fought with the woman suddenly fell to the ground, his lips turned purple and trembled uncontrollably, and the muscles on his face were twisted together, obviously suffering from great pain.
"Hurry up and help him sit down on the sofa." Zhang Yang was shocked, knowing that the woman's plum blossom needles were laced with poison, so he shouted hurriedly.
Ye Wenqian and the old man helped the young man up and moved him to the sofa on the side of the private room.
At this time, the young man had fallen into a semi-conscious state. Zhang Yang rolled up his trousers above his knees and saw that his entire legs were as black as ink, which was exactly the same as the symptoms of the poison of the Zimu Resurrection Needle in him.
"What should I do?" Ye Wenqian was obviously shocked when she saw this scene, her voice was trembling.
"Don't be afraid, don't forget I'm a doctor."
Zhang Yang comforted him with a smile, since the Nine Suns True Fire can heal itself, heal wounds, and dissolve poison, there will naturally be no problem in treating young people.
After finishing speaking, he quickly touched the Ququan, Xuehai and Zhongdu acupoints on the young man's legs with his fingers to prevent the poison from continuing to expand rapidly. Finally, he placed his palms on his knee joints, and the Nine Yang True Fire continued to enter.
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The black poisoned area became smaller and smaller, which made the three of them sigh in relief. Only after the black color gradually disappeared and normal skin color returned, Zhang Yang moved his hand away.
"Yes, young people are not simple!" the old man said with a smile, squinting his eyes.
Last time, my illness could not be diagnosed and treated in many famous large hospitals in Kyoto, so I had no choice but to go to an old friend's hospital, that is, the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate to control the condition.
Although he said he was trying to control his condition, he actually understood that it was getting worse and worse and it was of no use at all.
When Zhang Yang treated him well, although he couldn't see, he heard that he was just a young man about twenty years old. Naturally, he was very surprised, so he took the opportunity to treat Zhang Yang this time.
With such high medical skills, naturally he is arrogant inside, so he chose to go to this club because he deliberately made things difficult for Zhang Yang.
Or let him make a fool of himself in front of a beautiful woman like Ye Wenqian.
He was even more surprised when he saw Zhang Yang's action just now. Now that he saw him detoxify the young man without any medical equipment, he was even more curious and appreciative.
"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang Yang showed rare humility.
"Look, it's starting to turn dark again." As Ye Wenqian shouted in surprise, the two of them looked down and saw that the skin that had just returned to normal had quickly spread to dozens of centimeters in just a few dozen seconds.
size area.
"The poisonous needle hasn't been taken out yet." Zhang Yang took a breath, put his palm on the young man's knee again, and used Nine Yang True Fire to control the spread of poison. He glanced at the dining table and continued: "Help me get the knife.
come over."
In the small plate brought by the waiter just now, in addition to fruits, there are also some fish and other foods. Although they are cut into small pieces, they are more elegant and convenient to eat, so they put cutlery and other tableware, which is just right at this time.
Can come in handy.
Ye Wenqian hurriedly turned around, picked up a handful and handed it over.
Zhang Yang reached out and touched the young man's leg carefully. He couldn't notice where the embroidery needle had penetrated, indicating that the needle had completely penetrated the body, which showed the woman's strong skills.
He had no choice but to use Nine Yang True Fire to dissolve the skin that had become blackened due to poisoning. As it gradually faded away, the last part that disappeared was the place where the embroidery needle was inserted.
After all, the toxicity spreads around, and the place where the embroidery needle penetrates is naturally the place where the toxicity is strongest.
laugh!
When the poisonous black color shrunk to an area the size of a coin, Zhang Yang used his luck to draw a cut on the skin with his knife.
Black blood spurted out, exuding a strong fishy smell. After the fleshy skin on both sides was peeled apart, the blade pressed down hard, and an embroidery needle as thin as a hair was exposed.
Zhang Yang turned around and pulled off a paper towel on the dining table. After carefully wiping the embroidery needle, he raised his head and saw that the entire embroidery needle was extremely dark. It had obviously been soaked in the poison, and the poison had been completely integrated into it.
Go inside.
If it were made of ordinary steel, the poison would not be able to penetrate the needle body. Obviously embroidery needles are also made of special materials.
"It's such a vicious hidden weapon, it can kill people if you're not careful." The old man stared at the plum blossom needle, shook his head and sighed.
"Well, luckily Wen Qian discovered that the poison has spread again, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Such tiny plum blossom needles can easily deceive the eyes of the healer. Once the poison is removed, they will feel that there is no danger. However, as long as the poisonous needle is in the body, it will quickly spread again. If time is delayed, life will be in danger.
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He suddenly remembered that after he was hit by the Zimu Soul-Seizing Needle, the embroidery needle should have spread twice in the body, but it did not happen again. Could it be that the Nine Yang True Fire restrained the poison? But if the Plum Blossom Needle stayed in the body, he should have
What's the right reaction?
Could it be that the man in black who knew the Nine Yang True Fire secretly took away the silver needle when he was fighting with him? If this is the case, then he must be trying to save himself...
The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more urgent he wanted to go back to Danxia Mountain to find out.
After a while, when the black blood from the wound had drained out and bright red blood began to flow out, Zhang Yang knew that the poison had been completely removed and he was completely relieved.
"Thank you."
The young man didn't know when he woke up from his coma, with a smile on his face to express his gratitude.
"You're welcome. The poison has just invaded the blood. Although it has been removed, it is still causing damage to the body. Rest for a few days and take some antibiotics and you will recover quickly." Zhang Yang deliberately warned.
"You're not so delicate, this little injury doesn't matter." The young man sat up sideways, ignoring the bleeding wound, and lowered his trouser legs.
"Zhang Yang, where are you from?" The old man looked at Zhang Yang and suddenly asked.
"Danxia Mountain."
"Where are your parents? Are they also from Danxia Mountain?"
"I am an orphan. I was seriously ill when I was a child and was abandoned by my parents. My master saved me and brought me up."
His miserable life experience has always been his most vulnerable and sad place, but this question is always asked, making him helpless but unable to avoid it.
This is human nature. Doesn’t understanding between people begin with family background?
So I can't blame anyone for touching my scar, I can only blame my parents for being too ruthless...
"how old are you?"
"Eighteen years old."
"Well, you look very much like my son when he was eighteen." The old man looked at him blankly, his eyes full of kindness, but also a hint of desolation.
"Is your son as handsome as me?"
Zhang Yang knew that the old man's words were unreliable, so he laughed and teased. Not wanting to get entangled in this topic, he said, "Are you friends with Song Yehan's grandfather?"
"I have been a comrade for decades, and he just carried me out among the dead. How can we be so simple as friends?" the old man asked with a wry smile.
For soldiers, the friendship between comrades is not comparable to the friendship between friends. On the battlefield, comrades can block bullets for you, but how many real friends are willing to fight for you?
This is not to say that real friends do not have deep feelings, but they do not have the courage and courage of soldiers.
A group of hot-blooded young people eat and sleep together as close as brothers. Their comradeship has long been melted into each other's blood and souls. When they see their comrades in danger, they will naturally step forward regardless of their lives.
"Is there a misunderstanding between you two?"
What the old man said was true, but thinking of Song Shizhong's cold eyes when he looked at him, Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"That happened many years ago." The old man was obviously avoiding the topic. He did not continue talking, but turned back to the stool in front of the dining table and sat down.
"If you have friends from the four major families, you should build a good relationship with them so that you can get along better in Beidu."
Zhang Yang's words were obviously a joke, and the meaning was that he had such an awesome friend, so he should take good care of it, and the other party would just give him a hand, and he would not be as shabby as he is now.
Of course, it can be seen from the old man's character that he does not care about these powerful and moneyed people. (To be continued)