After saying that, Jiang Su took out the cold sword behind him, held the cold sword in his hand and dug out the ground beneath his feet to bury his right hand. The soil was dug out along the side of the cold knife and piled beside the pit. Jiang Su held the glass vase in his other hand, just waiting to add incense.
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 ten compound eyes had an unknown origin and appeared silently in his body to control his body behavior. The last time he controlled his right hand, he was sure to control his brain the next time.
"Dong" Qingsha hit the roots of a evergreen tree, and the pit had been dug too deep. Far more than the depth that my right hand was buried that day.
"It disappeared..."
Jiang Su frowned, clenched his hands and muttered to himself. This thing disappeared without a trace and 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. Hidden in flesh and blood, it's hard to find. Besides, it doesn't matter if it's in your own body, if it enters the body of someone else in Shifang Sect.
"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), front beryllium, and the members are sharp and long, and they come from the Lingshu of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic. Jiang Su himself asked an elder from the Weapon Refining Peak to build it last year. In addition to the most commonly used silver needles, it is a more special needle.
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 veins. These nine needles are mostly useless to them. However, during a follow-up visit in Jiang Su's previous life, she saw that an old professor from school had used it, 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. It’s just that the acupuncture methods in the world of cultivation are different from those in previous lives!
In this world that includes metaphysics and magic. Acupuncture is not just a matter of how deep and how fast 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, then slowly in and out to replenish the Qi into the body. He even burned a mountain fire talisman to make him a copper-skinned iron bone.
The monk looked like a hedgehog turning into a spirit. 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 Jin Dan, he can only manage a Silver Needle Thirty Six. I don’t know how the golden elixir of Geng He Kuang was formed, and it didn’t even have a thunder tribulation...
"The world of cultivation... between skin and flesh..." Jiang Su hurried back to the alchemy room with a needle bag 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. Close the lid and stand quietly next to 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 squirming 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 took effect, and the blood vessels that penetrated quickly grew and closed. The "plum blossoms" on the skin surface no longer increase in size. Blossoming red and purple petals are blooming under this 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, hahahahahahahahahaha. You came to play with me again, hahahahahahaha."
The needle feeling of the beryllium needle in the nine needles disappeared, and it penetrated into something with a crisper 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 in your skin? Hahahahahahahaha I will kill you. Hahahahahahaha"
The beryllium needle invites friends and companions, and the long needle is the first to move here. One needle at a time, it penetrated ten compound eye parasitic beads, and it was as if a small candied haws was stuffed inside the girl's forearm.
The girl's slender fingers reached towards 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.
Suddenly, it seemed as if there were 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 you are born as monks in this world, why don't you ask Qu Tong to pick up the chess pieces and take over the white jade capital. Why not pick up the chess pieces! Why not pick up the chess pieces! Why don't you pick up the chess pieces!"
I couldn'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 rich middle-aged man. It was a crow, a cuckoo, a bluebird, or something from the forest. Deer, fish in water, moon in mirror, eyes dazzled.
All things in the world are suffering beings. They are 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 lush and green, the sky is bright and the bright moon hangs in the sky. The flowers and leaves of spiritual plants everywhere are surrounded by tiny green lights. Just like what is flowing on the ground is a river of stars, and the girl is currently stepping on the river of stars alone.
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 come back to his senses.
The girl's expression was full of confusion, "I am..." Pain came from her arm, and she subconsciously looked down. Under the blood-stained green sleeves was a hideous wound, and in the palm of this arm were holding ten crystal clear white chess pieces.
"White chess...ten pieces."
"Qu Tong Shiqi... The name Qu Tong sounds familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere. Shiqi..."
