Qin Wushuang smiled brightly, confident in his decision. "Senior, your face is pale, and your energy and blood are insufficient. Normally, a master like you, even at your advanced age, should have a rosy complexion and youthful appearance. However, not only is your complexion wrong, but even the exposed skin is a frighteningly cold white."
"There are still faint signs of blackening and blueing."
"If nothing unexpected happens, you should have suffered from the Yin-Cold Poison." Qin Wushuang judged.
"That's right!" the leader admitted.
"Also, your heart was under great strain, and your Ren Meridian was severely injured. If it weren't for your profound skills, you would have died long ago and been buried three years ago."
"Yes!" Longtou admitted again.
"Senior, you must have been hit by the Yin Feng Palm, right?"
"How do you know?" Longtou was slightly surprised.
"Senior can completely dissolve the common cold poison. Even if it is a little difficult, it won't drag on until today."
"Besides, your status means you can hire any famous doctor, and your situation is getting worse."
"Apart from the Yin Feng Palm, I can't think of any other Yin Han poison that is so powerful." Qin Wushuang talked freely.
"Pa pa pa!" The dragon head clapped to show his appreciation.
"Young friend Qin is indeed amazing. He is worthy of being the direct disciple of Master Zhuge. I admire him."
"Thank you for the compliment, senior." Qin Wushuang was neither arrogant nor impatient.
"Qin Xiaoyou, are you sure about my illness?"
"Junior can try with all his strength."
"How many of the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell have you mastered?"
"Eleven!" Qin Wushuang said a number.
It's not that he didn't fully comprehend it, nor that he didn't learn it all, but his skills were not enough to use the remaining two needles. The internal strength required was too high, and Qin Wushuang couldn't meet the standards.
The leader was very excited, his dry hands trembling slightly, "Eleven needles are enough."
"Senior, I must tell you in advance that your illness is not just one, but has been accumulating for a long time. Even if eleven needles can remove the cold poison in your body, there will still be a certain degree of danger."
"Nothing is absolute, so please be mentally prepared."
"Of course." The dragon head understood. "I suffer every day, and I am in excruciating pain. Others cannot understand my suffering."
"Even if I fail and lose my life, I have no complaints."
"Rather than living like this, it's better to end it all."
"Besides, I don't have much time left, at most a month."
"So, Qin, please feel free to treat me bravely. I won't blame you if I fail."
"Thousands." The dragon head looked at his disciples.
"Master."
"Do you remember what I said? If I die, you must not bear a grudge against Qin Xiaoyou, and you are not allowed to take revenge on the number one person and do anything excessive to Qin Xiaoyou." The leader strictly prohibited.
"Master, may the gods bless you and you will surely live a long life. Nothing will happen to you." Shen Wanqian said embarrassedly.
"Let me ask you again, do you remember what I said?" Longtou reiterated.
"Remember." Shen Wanqian nodded.
"My dear Qin, let's start." The leader smiled suddenly.
"I need to buy some medicinal herbs in advance."
"Pen and ink are ready." The leader ordered.
Qin Wushuang's calligraphy is clean and freehand, flowing like clouds and running water, and his strokes are like dragons and snakes. His calligraphy is natural and beautiful.
In one breath, Qin Wushuang wrote down more than a dozen flavors.
"Prepare a large bucket, fill it halfway with water, and pour the boiled herbs directly into it." Qin Wushuang instructed.
About an hour later, Longtou undressed and sat in the bucket.
The water has a strong pungent smell, and the smell of Chinese medicine is very strong. It is difficult for those who have never been exposed to Chinese medicine to bear it, and they may vomit.
"Senior, close your eyes, circulate your power, and lend me a helping hand."
"Okay!" Longtou did as he was told.
The sky is big and the earth is big, but Qin Wushuang is the biggest at this moment.
Everyone has to cooperate with his words.
Qin Wushuang took a deep breath, his expression became serious, his eyes gleamed, and he did not dare to be negligent.
The silver needle was taken out and clamped between the fingers. The true energy floated above the silver needle, and an invisible air flow was surging.
The Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell must be controlled with true Qi.
Otherwise, it will only have the form, but not the spirit, and no effect.
This is why many people cannot learn even if they want to.
Of course, the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell itself is extremely difficult and requires extremely strong talent, which cannot be compensated by hard work.
If a person has no talent, it is useless to teach him step by step or read him word by word, and it is a waste of energy.
The fact that Qin Wushuang has mastered the entire set of the Thirteen Needles of the King of Hell proves that he is gifted and a genius player.
Any advanced martial arts or skills require so-called talent. Without it, you will be just ordinary, without any strengths, and will live a mediocre life, unable to become one of the top ones.
This is absolutely undeniable.
Take the most common college entrance examination as an example. Excluding some special cases, those who are admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, did they really get in just by hard work and diligence?
No, they are still very talented.
After a while, Qin Wushuang officially started the acupuncture.
Watching him give acupuncture is like appreciating a perfect art form. His movements are smooth and flowing, soft yet firm. The perfect combination of these two beauties creates a visual enjoyment.
After the eleven needles were inserted, the positions were very unusual, and each one was a fatal acupoint. A single mistake could take away a life.
The silver needle hummed softly and trembled constantly.
Qin Wushuang placed one palm on the dragon head's back and injected Hunyuan Qi into the other's body.
The potion in the barrel boiled and became more turbid, and a black, cold substance emanated from the bottom of the faucet.
His face was bright, dark, blue, and red, switching back and forth.
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