Song Meihui was stunned.
She looked at Park Shengtai slightly embarrassed.
A chill flashed in the latter's eyes.
This made Song Meihui tremble slightly. She knew that either Su Yi would lose today, or she, Song Meihui, would die.
She gritted her teeth and pointed at Su Yi: "What nonsense are you talking about? You don't know the art of flying needles, so you dare to make irresponsible remarks here, and you deserve it!"
"Ha ha……"
Su Yi smiled helplessly and said: "You, you really don't shed tears until you see the Yellow River. Well, let me ask you, since you used the flying needle technique to seal his bloodline, then please use Use the flying needle technique to open up his bloodline."
Song Meihui was stunned again when she was asked. She could only defend herself: "The flying needle technique, no, there is no such technique."
"Oh? Since it is a medical skill, it is of course mainly focused on curing diseases and saving people. What, your flying needle technique only hurts people? Then what kind of medical skill is it? Isn't this the killing technique of martial arts?"
Su Yi's words made all the officials in the Great Zhou Dynasty also nod their heads.
Fu Dongqing pointed at Song Meihui and said, "You just said that you can fly needles. What, your flying needles can only hurt people, but they can't cure diseases, right? What kind of medical skill is that?"
Song Meihui glared at Fu Dongqing: "I, this is the flying needle technique, you, what do you know!"
She said and looked at Su Yi hatefully: "I'm really not proficient in the art of flying needles, but I can at least do it. What about you? Can you?"
Seeing that she was still stubborn, Su Yi could only laugh or cry and said: "You can fly needles as long as a warrior who is proficient in hidden weapons can do it, but flying needles in medicine is not that simple."
"Don't just talk but don't practice. Mr. Su, show me... what kind of unique acupuncture techniques do you have?" Song Meihui curled her lips and said coldly: "I advise you not to use those cliché acupuncture techniques. If you take it out and try it, it's really incomparable to my flying needle technique."
"All right."
Su Yi shook his head: "I didn't want to show off my skills, but since you keep saying that acupuncture was invented by your country, Korea, and you show off the flying needle technique, then I will show you the real flying needle technique."
"ah!"
Song Meihui was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, and her surprised expression turned into a sneer: "Haha, Su Yi, you just lied to me once that day, why do you still want to win me with this move today? You can fly needles The art of flying needles? Do you think that the art of flying needles is one of those tricks of yours?"
Right now.
Su Yi raised his arm, and saw the guard's body trembled, and then his arm that had lost consciousness miraculously lifted up.
"Yes, I can move!"
Seeing this, all the officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were surprised and said: "Yes, this is so amazing!"
Some people even stood up and applauded: "Well done, Mr. Su!"
"Great Doctor Zhou!"
But Park Shengtai, who was sitting in the main seat, had a gloomy expression, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. A hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "The Flying Needle Technique! This is actually the real Flying Needle Technique. !Why? Why does he have this unique skill?"
On the side, nephew Pu Chuanyu asked in a low voice: "Uncle, is this really the flying needle technique?"
"Um."
Although Park Shengtai was unwilling, he still nodded slightly.
At this moment, Song Meihui, who was standing in front of Su Yi, seemed to be petrified. Only then did she realize that the medical skills of Su Yi beside her were not comparable to hers.
Even Master Park Shengtai didn't know how to fly the needle, but Su Yi was proficient in it.
He originally thought of using his internal power to cast flying needles, pretending to be a peerless medical skill that had been lost in the world, and overpower Su Yi, which would also be considered revenge for being teased by the Royal Hospital.
But I didn't expect Su Yi to be serious this time.
And what he took out casually was the flying needle technique that no one in the world was proficient in.
There's no comparison, there's no comparison at all.
Song Meihui slowly turned around, bowed to Park Shengtai in despair, then turned and walked outside.
Park Shengtai looked at her walking out, with a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes. After all, he was the disciple he had carefully taught.
But then, his face turned cold and he looked at Su Yi in front of him.
Coincidentally, Su Yi also looked at Park Shengtai, and their eyes met.
Among strong men, just one look can actually say everything.
"Master Su, I'm looking forward to...looking forward to meeting you and me at the medical conference."
Su Yi smiled faintly: "Me too."
The banquet continues.
Then music and dancing followed.
When Su Yi returned to his position, Gu Minmin quietly walked behind him.
The two exchanged glances, but Gu Minmin looked at him with a slight frown.
It seemed that the theft of the tripod was not going very smoothly. Su Yi knew that there was no point in staying any longer, so he stood up and said, "Thank you Pu Zizi for the banquet. Su has something else to do, please leave first."
After saying that, he took Su Wen and Gu Minmin out of the Korean Residence.
Back in the car, Gu Minmin told how she had just stolen the tripod. It turned out that the Qingmu tripod was not in Park Shengtai's room.
"Although I didn't find the Green Wood Cauldron, I found this picture."
Taking out a piece of paper and passing it to Su Yi, she said, "I think you should take a look at this."
After taking it, Su Yi unfolded it and saw a simple map of Chang'an City on the paper. However, on this map, four places were circled with red pen, which was very eye-catching.
"I always feel that it's a little abnormal to have this thing in Park Shengtai's room, so I just..."
Su Yi didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and quickly closed the drawing: "It's broken! Why did you take it out? Doesn't this mean telling him that someone has been to his room?"
"this……"
Gu Minmin was also stunned: "I didn't think about this, so what should I do now?"
After looking at the Korean station behind him, Su Yi stuffed the blueprint into his sleeve and said, "You guys wait for me here, I'll put the blueprint back."
"Su Yi, what if you are discovered?" Su Wei asked worriedly.
Su Yi smiled at him, then turned and walked towards the South Korea Station.
Climb over the wall and cross the ridge, fly over the eaves and walk along the wall.
Su Yi used some tricks and quickly avoided some guards and came to the courtyard where Pu Shengtai lived.
After he sneaked into the room and put the drawing back to its original place as Li Minmin said.
He was about to turn around and leave when he heard the courtyard door outside opening and someone walking into the courtyard.
Su Yi was also stunned. He leaned behind the door and glanced through the gap.
Under the moonlight, Song Meihui, wearing a white formal suit and holding a large Korean samurai sword in her hand, walked to the door and stood still.
"Master!"
Song Meihui glanced at the door: "I'm ready. Please witness my disciple's last moments now!"
As she said that, she knelt in front of the door, but she didn't see the door open. Song Meihui called a few more times, but no one answered. Her face gradually became serious, and she said coldly to the back of the door: "Who are you?"
