Whether it is humans, animals or anything else, they will be very surprised when they accept new things for the first time.
Just like the Chinese people under the rule of early feudal society, they were accustomed to using candles and oil lamps. When they first came into contact with electric lights, they thought it was a Western witchcraft - but as time went by, people
I also gradually accepted the term technology.
Teng Xiangling teaches Chinese medicine, and of course she knows what diseases the Xuehai point treats. She also used acupuncture when she had dysmenorrhea, but it could only relieve the pain, but it could not eradicate it.
"Is this?" This was the first time Teng Xiangling took the initiative to ask a question. She felt the warmth flowing along the veins of her thighs straight into her lower abdomen, and then she also felt the warmth in her lower abdomen that was constantly impacting the accumulated accumulated over the years.
There is no blood clot passed out of the body.
"Angry, this is anger." Yan Murong did not raise his head, still staring intently at Teng Xiangling's snow-white legs.
Just when Teng Xiangling was about to ask again, she suddenly felt a sense of relief in her lower abdomen. The warm current rushed in her lower abdomen, making her feel unprecedentedly comfortable - but, how could she feel the urge to urinate?
Why doesn't this man stop? Does he want to wet his pants?
That is to say, Yan Murong didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise she would definitely be upset ----- the conscience of heaven and earth, this is a normal reaction, okay?
Qi can open up the meridians, and when the qi hits the congestion, it also opens up her bladder meridian, so she feels the urge to urinate.
Forbearing and enduring, Teng Xiangling's face turned from white to red, and she forcibly resisted the urge to urinate. The moment Yan Murong retracted the needle, he quickly stood up from the sofa, without even having time to take off his shoes, twisting and turning
Butt ran into the bathroom.
Yan Murong didn't have time to close the door and didn't even bother to close it--so, Yan Murong heard the sound of running water.
The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are like whispers. They are noisy and jumbled, and big and small beads are falling on the jade plate. The orioles are talking in between, and the bottom of the flowers is slippery.
The condensation will never pass and the sound will gradually stop. Don't feel sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
Yan Murong suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's "Pipa". He had read this poem when he dug out the collection of Bai Juyi's poems from the old man's room. At that time, he thought this poem was very beautiful. He only remembered that it seemed like this
The poem also appeared because of a woman named Xiang Ling, so fate is really a wonderful thing.
However, Yan Murong felt that the old man Bai Juyi was able to write such a vivid poem, which was probably inspired by peeping in the women's toilet.
After flushing the water with a "swish" sound, Teng Xiangling walked out with a red face.
"I didn't hear anything." Yan Murong said, shaking his head.
"Pfft." Unexpectedly, Teng Xiangling was not angry, nor did he show that cold expression as if he had just returned from the North Pole. Instead, he laughed.
She was already beautiful, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming. However, this flower was a rose, with thorns and a bit of enchantment at the same time.
A smile can captivate a country, another smile can captivate a city - these two sentences were born to describe one of the most beloved concubines of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the sister of the famous ancient musician Li Yannian.
No one knows her name, they only know that her name is Mrs. Li -----but, from these two lines of poetry, we can see that there is no doubt that that woman is a stunning beauty.
Teng Xiangling's smile almost made Yan Murong fall in love.
"You just heard it. Why are you pretending?" Teng Xiangling gave Yan Murong a charming look and said with an angry smile.
This time it was not that she was captivated, but that Yan Murong's eyes widened and he could not see clearly the woman in front of him.
The first time we met, she was as cold as ice, and she cherished words like gold. The second time we met, she was still as cold as ever, even when she was drunk, she looked like a cool and noble queen---but why did she suddenly change
What about character?
Yan Murong could not understand her sudden change, but he was certain that this woman was really sick.
This disease is also known as "dissociative identity disorder" and its scientific name is "dissociation disorder" - in layman's terms, it is a type of neurotic split personality.
Only this symptom can explain why she changed so quickly.
It was an iceberg one second, but when I went to the toilet with the door open, it turned into a volcano.
"I apologize for misunderstanding you." Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and smiled sweetly. "Then, thank you for curing my illness."
"You're welcome." Yan Murong quickly lowered his head and began to pack the medicine box hurriedly. Teng Xiangling's sudden change, coupled with the smile that almost charmed all living beings, made Yan Murong feel very uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.
Strange.
Yan Murong thought to herself that maybe it was because she had not smiled for a long time, so it was strange when she smiled.
"Giggle." Seeing Yan Murong's almost shy movements, Teng Xiangling laughed even harder, and the two balls of flesh on her chest trembled with her laughter, making Ran Murong feel dizzy.
Big, really too big. Yan Murong glanced at it secretly and thought - it's probably much bigger than Widow Zhang's in the village.
"Does it look good?" Teng Xiangling noticed Yan Murong's eyes. Not only did he not stop, but he made the two balls tremble even more.
"Good-looking-----ah, I mean, this, that-----" Yan Murong replied subconsciously, but regretted it after saying it, secretly cursing himself for being the most unscrupulous person for following her.
I just took the sentence.
Teng Xiangling did not fall out, but pointed at Yan Murong and cursed him as a gangster and a pervert.
"Do you want to see it more clearly?"
Yan Murong wanted to nod and tell her that he really wanted to, but the old man said that when things go wrong, there must be a demon. This woman might be planning something - what if she lets herself take responsibility again after she has finished reading it?
manage?
"I know you want to see it." Teng Xiangling didn't give Yan Murong a chance to answer. "But as long as you answer my question, I will let you see it clearly."
Teng Xiangling smiled charmingly like a demon. "Don't lose this opportunity, 36D!"
"You-----just ask." Yan Murong said in a daze, thinking that it was her who took the initiative to let him see it anyway, and it was not her fault. Even if she made herself responsible, the worst she could do was run away again.
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"Giggle." Teng Xiangling laughed, looked at Yan Murong, and asked, "Is the technique you just used a Qi Luck Needle?"
"You know?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.
The techniques of acupuncture are nothing more than lifting, pulling, twisting, and turning. Usually, many Chinese medicine practitioners also use this technique during acupuncture, but when targeting different symptoms, the intensity and frequency are different. And in
On top of these four techniques, there is also a combined method, which is to use Qi to assist, use internal Qi to enter the meridians through the needle tips, and then use acupoints to treat diseases - of course, many people who know Qigong have also tried it
, but it has never been able to reach the state of releasing internal energy.
Teng Xiangling also occasionally saw this method of using Qi to move needles in a book, but he scoffed at that time - Qigong can be used, but can the internal Qi be released? Are you kidding, that's what those high-level martial artists in martial arts novels say.
Only heroes know how to do it. What era are we in now? The heroes have already jumped over walls and fallen to their death.
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