As a descendant of the old man with magic needle, Luo Pingping did inherit the old man with magic needle. However, her acupuncture method can help Xu Chuan open up the heart meridians, and it is not feasible to recover.

Congenital heart disease is a heart malformation! If you want to completely cure it, it is against the will of heaven. Unless you become a cultivator, you can avoid eating even the golden elixir and your body transforms. Naturally, it is not comparable to ordinary people.

However, it is already amazing to be able to open the heart meridians the day after tomorrow.

Luo Pingping came out of the county government and his face was a little pale. The maid Xiaofei supported him and showed a serious face: "Miss, is it difficult to treat heart deficiency?"

She looked so scary that Luo Pingping's face turned pale.

Luo Pingping nodded slightly.

"Treatment of heart disease requires the use of nine acupuncture points for gods and ghosts, and use their own life span as a guide. My great-grandfather got this acupuncture method from an immortal cave. It is a taboo to use it once and be five years old."

Xiaofei stared at the lady in front of him: "Miss, you still..."

"Last time I was forced by that master, I wanted to fool him, but Lord Xu became an upright official and returned his brother's innocence. I will use five years to repay his kindness to repay him." Luo Pingping said softly.

When Xiaofei heard this, a light of looking at his idol suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Miss, I used to admire your medical skills. Now I admire your character."

"By the way, Miss, can this nine-acupuncture of gods and ghosts cure anything?"

Luo Pingping smiled proudly: "That's natural."

"Is that useful for this?" Xiao Fei rubbed Luo Pingping's arm with his chest.

Luo Pingping looked down and frowned and said, "Do you need it?"

"OK."

“It’s useless.”

Luo Pingping glared at her and walked away first, then glanced at her chest, and thought that if it was useful, she would be willing to live for ten years, not to mention five years of life.

...

night.

Very quiet.

Xu Chuan sat in the room with his hands on his knees, and he sat quietly with his eyes closed, and the light of the candlelight in the room shone on his cheek.

"Doctor Luo's acupuncture method is really amazing. It actually made my heart meridians clear 70%." Although Xu Chuan had no research on medical skills, he still felt shocked when recalling Luo Pingping's acupuncture method.

I feel that this kind of needle is no longer about applying needles with my fingers, but about my life!

Sure enough, there are three thousand great ways, and any technique reaches the extreme, and it has incredible power.

"This little girl's acupuncture method is somewhat similar to a miracle doctor who was known as the Master of Divine Needle two hundred years ago." The voice of the Snow Mountain swordsman sounded in Xu Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness. It stretched out a big tongue and recalled a little memory of its era.

"The Master Divine Needle has a mysterious origin, his medical skills are unparalleled in the world, and he looks very handsome. He has a quirk. In addition to giving enough silver to treat people, there is also an additional condition. Every time he saves people, others have to give him a beauty. What's too much is that after he enjoys these beauties, he will not let them leave, let alone give them a title, but will test medicine, needles, and poison. He is very cruel, but later disappeared overnight. Some say that he was targeted by the priesthood and killed. Some say that a woman he slept with came to seek revenge and died. The most outrageous rumor is that he fell in love with a woman who he tested and retired."

Xu Chuan said: "Do you still remember what happened two hundred years ago so clearly?"

The Swordsman of the Snow Mountain smiled and said, "The master doesn't know. Once I fell into someone else's trap and was seriously injured and dying. Fortunately, I only saved my life when I met this young master of the magic needle."

Xu Chuan nodded slightly, then remembered something and said, "Did you give him a woman?"

"That's natural. Seeing that I was good at strength, the Master Divine Needle used the needle technique and first saved half of my life, and then asked me to catch a woman." The Swordsman of the Snow Mountain shaking his tail: "Speaking of all, that woman's husband was a congenital and rising star at that time. I used the drug to charm a man from Zhuangzi, and then he kidnapped the woman and handed it over to Master Divine Needle. Later, it was rumored that the husband of the woman who was seeking revenge on the Master Divine Needle was him...but..."

The Swordsman of Snow Mountain sighed and said, "When I kidnapped that woman, the woman heard that it was Mr. Divine Needle and asked me to take her away, but she didn't resist."

Xu Chuan realized something in an instant.

There is no doubt that this is a story of green and being green. The world is the world of rivers and lakes.

Beauty is in trouble.

Xu Chuan didn’t care about the old story of Luo Pingping two hundred years ago. What he cares about now is his own qi cultivation.

The heart meridians are opened for 70%. Even if they are not like normal people, they can still refine their qi.

"I have three exercises now, one is the "Divine Qi Refining Gong" by the ancestor of the Li family, the second is the "Snow Mountain Heart Art" practiced by the Snow Mountain Swordsman, and the other is the "Sky Tribulation Sutra". "Xu Chuan thought in his mind.

Most people practice whatever they get by chance. Of course, there are also many kinds of practice practitioners. As long as they are not mutually exclusive practices, in addition to slow progress, practitioners may also have unexpected gains in real success. Of course, it is extremely difficult.

"Shen Yi Qi Refining" is the unique skill of the "Shen Yi Teaching" of the major sects in Xiongzhou. The qi refined into the qi that produces wood, which continues.

"Snow Mountain Heart Skill" is taught by Master Swordsman of Snow Mountain, and is also a secret. The qi refined is the qi of ice, which is extremely sharp.

The "Shiji Sutra" is a broken sutra obtained by a coincidence by the Swordsman of Snow Mountain. The qi refined into the qi of heaven, which is very mysterious.

"It is even more wasteful for practitioners of various internal skills and mental methods. Master, you can choose one skill as the foundation. After you have achieved something, it is not too late to consider practicing other internal skills and mental methods." The Swordsman of Snow Mountain is a veteran, and the principle of greed and not being able to chew too much is very clear.

Some magical skills have unique features that can be learned from and learned to experience, but true masters have their own signature skills.

"Like the legend of the world, I have obtained this magical skill, and the master of that magical skill has practiced this and that, it is purely nonsense." The Snow Mountain Swordsman reminded.

Xu Chuan nodded slightly, making sense... he was preparing to measure his choice.

Suddenly a trial option popped into his mind.

"Practice "Shenxian Qigong", Qilu 1."

"Practice the "Snow Mountain Heart Art", fortune 1."

"The "Cultivation of the Sutra of Heavenly Tribulation", Qi Luck 5."

"Practice the three laws together, luck is 10."

...

Xu Chuan was stunned. Can he even practice and judge?

This time the option has nothing to do with public opinion or reputation, but only with luck.

Obviously, it is an option that affects oneself. Xu Chuan is gradually understanding now that as long as it may affect oneself, choices will appear.

"The more luck you have, the more right your choice is, what else should I consider?"

Xu Chuan looked at the options of fellow practitioners of the Three Dharmas. Fellow practitioners of the Three Dharmas are the most lucky, but why did the Snow Mountain swordsman say to choose one?

"The Snow Mountain Swordsman lied to me? It's impossible. I can capture even one idea of ​​him, that's..."

Then Xu Chuan suddenly realized that it was not the Snow Mountain Swordsman who deceived him, but the Snow Mountain Swordsman who had the strength, a cultivator who was innate and practiced swords and became a demon. Although his knowledge was higher than that of himself, it was also limited.

Focus on one path? You cannot practice it in fellow practitioners? That is just his opinion.

Xu Chuan understood, smiled and said with a smile:

"Okay. Then I will practice three methods together."

Snow Mountain Swordsman: "…"

...

The practice of internal strength is slightly more complicated than Xu Chuan thought. It not only requires guidance on breathing and respiration according to the mantra, but also has special physical skills. At this time... it reflects the difficulty of practicing the three internal strength mental methods at the same time.

Time is too tight!

In the morning, "Shenshan Heart Art" is the "Snow Mountain" is the "Secret of the Sutra of Heavenly Tribulation" is the "Secret of Heavenly Tribulation" is the "Secret of Heavenly Tribulation" is the "Secret of the Cultivation". Xu Chuan has become a cultivator.

Su Qing felt distressed when she saw it.

Xu Chuan also discovered the shortcomings of three internal skills and mental practice practitioners, and the progress was indeed slow.

The Swordsman of the Snow Mountain kept watching the owner joke. Anyway, the owner is very young, and it is capital to be young. If you make a mistake, you can repent in time and start over.

However, Xu Chuan used perseverance to express his attitude. When practicing three kinds of martial arts, he even carved jade with a small sword while breathing.

Day by day.

Half a month is in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Xu Chuan was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, silently breathing, and carving jade in his hand.

These days, he can carve a statue of Su Qing every day on average. Each of these statues has a different expression. The more he carved, the more his emotions are contained.

Swallows, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, sw

The small sword in his hand flew over the jade stone, and gradually a contour was formed, while the small sword in Xu Chuan's hand formed a dense sword shadow like a sword flower, gradually overlapping.

Puff.

These sword shadows spread out from his palms and actually cut off a branch in the distance.

"The Shadow Sword pose, one of the Snow Mountain Swordsman's Seven Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's Swordsman's S

Extreme is a pursuit of strength, speed, and sword moves. The second sword technique limit allows Xu Chuan to understand and improve the residual sword style.

This is growth.

Although his fellow practitioners of the three internal skills and mental skills are now progressing slowly, the improvement of swordsmanship is really amazing.

"Sir, two guests who claim to be the priesthood are visiting." The servant walked to the corridor and shouted respectfully. Everyone knew that the adults like to be alone, but they were still ready to go to the church at any time to care about the people's livelihood.

"Prince's Office?" A glimmer of light flashed in Xu Chuan's eyes. This name was so thunderous. Qiu Leng's whereabouts were discovered. It has been almost twenty days since now, and he has finally arrived?

"Where are they?" Xu Chuan stood up.

“In the veil.”

...

In the front hall of the county government, the girl in red and the old man holding a wine pot and carrying a scimitar were waiting. Li Ming was at the door, and he could feel a dangerous aura from these two people.

"Um?"

The girl in red and the old man turned to look. A young man in a light gray cotton robe walked in.

"Xu Chuan, I have met two people. I took the liberty and asked them to show the talisman of the Saint." Xu Chuan bowed and bowed.

The weakest priesthood is innate, and the lowest rank is the sixth rank. Xu Chuan, the seventh rank county magistrate, had to bow his head.

"It's easy to say."

The old man smiled and took out a piece of the essence iron talisman with a strange aura from his arms. The girl in red also took out a piece of the talisman, and each of them had its own names engraved on it.
Chapter completed!