Thinking of what happened to him, Zhang Dachuan felt deeply:
"In the world of warriors, no matter how high or low the sky is, you have to pay a price."
If he hadn't been protected by the Chaos Jade Plate, he might have died in the Hidden Dragon Stream long ago.
Lao Ding had no luck of his own, but he didn't know the heights of the sky, which seemed to have sealed his fate.
As expected, I heard Lao Ding continue:
"In those years, gangs in the underground world were all fighting for territory, and whoever could fight was the boss. So relying on my own strength, I beat several established gangs in Dongjiang to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up."
"However, during one shopping spree, someone recognized my practice and warned me not to be too arrogant, but I didn't take it seriously at the time."
"But not long after that, a mysterious warrior found me. He claimed to be someone from the 'Xue Kui Mountain'. The technique I practiced was the Xue Kui Technique stolen by a traitor in the Xue Kui Mountain. Anyone who practices People who have mastered this technique have only two choices: either leave their family and friends and go to Xuekui Mountain to kneel down and be a dog to pay for their mistakes, or they can abandon their cultivation and let Xuekui Mountain put the blame in the past."
A flash of anger flashed across Lao Ding's face, and his body trembled as he recalled the past:
"Actually, if that person talks to me properly, I might as well join that Blood Kuishan, but he opens his mouth like a dog and shuts up like a dog, as if I, Ding Suan, stole their skills. Who can bear it? Are you so angry?"
"When a man is born in this world, all he wants is dignity. That man humiliated others so much, so of course I will not fulfill his wish. Besides, my strength increased rapidly at that time, and I felt that I was invincible, and I didn't think that man could defeat me. So, if you take a step back, if I can’t fight you, why can’t I run away?”
Having said this, Lao Ding smiled miserably and sighed longly:
"Only after I actually play against each other will I understand what it means to have a different world."
"I am a real person walking in the world of Xue Kuishan, and my strength is above the Qi and Blood realm. I am only a half-experienced martial artist. There is a huge difference in strength between the two. After the fight started, I couldn't even make a single move." If he didn't catch it, he was directly beaten and seriously injured. Not only was his kung fu wasted, he was also crippled by the man."
"Over the years, I have visited famous doctors and tertiary hospitals at home and abroad, but this leg has never been cured, and the person has become a waste."
The more Lao Ding spoke, the more miserable and angrier he became. The hands on his knees were clenched tightly into fists, showing the depth of hatred in his heart.
Zhang Dachuan listened quietly to Lao Ding's story. He was also sighing at the other party's experience, and said with emotion:
"It turns out you are self-taught, no wonder."
It turned out that when he examined Lao Ding just now, he discovered that Lao Ding had excellent bones and was a natural warrior. His talent was second among the people he had seen.
The first is Fan Linglong.
Such a person, relying on a single cultivation method, has reached the Qi and Blood realm without anyone's guidance. His qualifications are evident. If Xuekuishan cannot be used for his own use, the best way to deal with it is of course It destroyed his entire being.
Nowadays, all the meridians in Lao Ding's left leg are damaged, and his qi and blood cannot function normally. In this case, it doesn't matter how good his bones are.
Moreover, because Qi and blood cannot circulate normally in the left leg, the left leg is much weaker than other parts of the body. As Old Ding gets older, the lameness will become more serious, and in the end he will be unable to support his body. And completely abolished.
This lifelong torture is more cruel than killing him.
Xuekuishan, this is the first time Zhang Dachuan has heard about the cultivation forces.
Such emotion flashed through Zhang Dachuan's mind. He came back to his senses, looked at Lao Ding, and asked him:
"Old Ding, do you want revenge?"
When Lao Ding heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry:
"Brother Chuan, please stop teasing me. In my current situation, how can I take revenge?"
Zhang Dachuan said calmly:
"Then if I can cure you, what if I can give you hope of becoming a warrior in the Qi and Blood Realm or even the Bone Refining Realm? Do you still have the momentum and courage you had before to give me up?"
Without saying a word, Lao Ding stood up and knelt in front of Zhang Dachuan, extremely emotional.
Before he could speak, Zhang Dachuan had already pulled him up and sat him down on the chair again:
"Okay, as long as you still have that momentum, it's fine. I don't want to rescue a useless person who is about to lose all courage."
He took out his needle bag, pinched the bone of Lao Ding's left leg with one hand, and said calmly:
"Next, I will give you acupuncture to reshape the damaged meridians. This process will be very painful, so please bear with it."
Now Lao Ding just wanted to have his leg cured immediately, no matter what price he paid for it. He gritted his teeth and said impatiently:
"Brother Chuan, don't worry, this little pain is nothing to me, Old Ding."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dachuan pricked Lao Ding's leg with a needle without hesitation.
Old Ding, who originally wanted to continue to say harsh words, suddenly took a breath, only to feel a heartbreaking pain spread from his left leg to his whole body, making him tremble all over from the pain.
Old Ding could only grit his teeth and hold on to the back of the chair with both hands. The blood vessels on the back of his hands bulged. He endured the severe pain that made his face pale, and he had no strength to speak.
Zhang Dachuan was focused on nothing, as if he didn't see Old Ding's face. He kept needles in his hands, each needle accurately hitting the damaged part of Old Ding's meridians.
Not only that, after finishing the acupuncture, Zhang Dachuan would gently grind the silver needles with his hands, using the slight vibration of the needle tips to disperse the remaining blood stasis in Lao Ding's veins.
Lao Ding was worthy of being a tough guy who licked blood with the blade of his knife. Although his forehead was so painful that he broke into cold sweat, he remained silent and forced Zhang Dachuan to complete the acupuncture.
Finally, a full twenty minutes passed, and Zhang Dachuan also completed the last needle treatment.
He pulled out all the silver needles and reconnected the meridians that had been cut off by the needles.
A very clear blood mark appeared on Lao Ding's left leg. It was caused by the blood flowing smoothly again after the meridians were repaired.
And Lao Ding could clearly feel an unprecedented relaxed feeling coming from his left leg.
Just when Lao Ding looked happy and thought the treatment was over, Zhang Dachuan suddenly curled his fingers into claws and fiercely grabbed the kneecap and ankle bone of Lao Ding's left leg.
Before Lao Ding's body could react, Zhang Dachuan suddenly pulled hard, and then quickly pushed forward.
Hearing two crisp "clicks" of bones in succession, Old Ding couldn't bear it anymore, let out a painful scream, and fainted from the pain.
Lao Ding's men who were guarding the door were shocked when they heard the boss's screams.
They pushed open the office door with a bang, and all rushed in with a roar. Seeing the scene in front of them, they surrounded Zhang Dachuan without any explanation.
