"Ding!" There was a slight sound, and the divine amber fell to the ground.
Zhu Tong pushed Auntie Die away, took out the dragon-headed black needle from his left hand, and inserted it into the Xinaolaogong acupoint on his right hand.
The cold current surged, and the unique coolness of the black needle flowed between the meridians, extinguishing the desire in the chest.
Zhu Tong secretly called "lucky" and turned his hand twice, then inserted the dragon-head black needle into Auntie Die's Jianjing point.
Aunt Die seemed to be unable to bear this, her face turned pale, she placed her hands on the edge of the divine case and looked at Zhu Tong in fear, looking at the black needle with the dragon head on his fingertips.
Zhu Tong quickly pulled out the black needle from her body, and could feel the black needle being faintly hot between her fingers. She raised it to her eyes and took a closer look. The crystal stone in the middle of the black needle was filled with smoke, and the black and white points were circling, as if they were
It looked like a living thing; when one looked closely, the black needle had regained its coolness, and the clouds in the crystal had also dissipated.
"It's so dangerous." Zhu Tong leaned over and picked up the divine amber. There were two faint shadows of butterflies inside.
Auntie Die was still trembling. Zhu Tong did not dare to use the black needle anymore, so he took out a silver needle and stabbed it into the back of her neck.
"Gah!" A breath of air that had been suppressed on her chest came out, and Auntie Butterfly stood up, stroking her chest; "What did you do to me? Give me back the divine amber."
Her face was still as pale as snow, she took the divine amber and swallowed it in her mouth.
"I don't know." Zhu Tong concentrated on feeling it; the connection between the butterfly gods was very close, and the situation in Auntie Die's body was mapped to Zhu Tong's eyes.
Zhu Tong really didn't know that there was a black energy flowing back and forth in the meridians in Auntie Die's body; this energy was soft and strange, and wherever it flowed to Auntie Die, her meridians would shrink a little.
It seems to be looking for an opportunity to attack the heart channel; the white butterfly god is sitting in the Tanzhong point to support it, and can only barely resist it.
Is there something weird on the black needle?
Zhu Tong took out the two black needles and examined them carefully in the palm of his hand.
When two black needles are placed side by side and compared, the slight differences can be seen.
I just used the dragon needle, and now I can see that the crystal in the middle of the dragon needle seems to be clearer; when it touches the skin, the dragon needle feels colder than the phoenix needle.
"Believe me, I won't harm you." Zhu Tong calmed Auntie Die's heart first, then twisted the black needle on her crest and closed her eyes.
The phoenix needle drew a small spiritual character in the air and gathered a little spiritual energy. Zhu Tong used his keen sense to trace the black energy on Auntie Die's body and stabbed at the energy veins it was about to pass through.
In fact, Auntie Die had no ability to resist at all, and she watched helplessly as the Phoenix needle penetrated into the meridians near the Tanzhong point under her chest.
What the wind needle penetrated into her body was warm air. After it merged with the cold energy, the discomfort in her body disappeared.
Auntie Die groaned, pushed Zhu Tong away, jumped half a foot high, and after landing, she put on a weird posture to meditate.
Zhu Tong also meditated on the spot, but he didn't practice any self-cultivation. He just rotated two black needles, long and short, on his fingertips.
When the Inner Qi or Peng Ma Gong is running, the two black needles are similar to the ordinary gold needles; but if the black mist around the Butterfly God in the Yintang point is sent into the black needles, the crystals on the needles will show two states: the dragon needle is cold
, Phoenix Needle is fiery.
Zhu Tong took out another golden needle to experiment. It took a lot of effort to gather the black mist of the Butterfly God on the needle, and it penetrated into the Yuji point of his palm, causing his whole arm to shake involuntarily.
It's not a problem with the Dragon and Phoenix Needles, it's also a problem with the Dragon and Phoenix Needles; using this pair of treasures requires the use of strange techniques similar to those of the Butterfly God; the golden needles also require a strange mental method to prick the acupoints.
"Hahaha." The little liar laughed three times, and all the doubts he had about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate were completely solved.
The note sent to him by Fanxing recorded fragments of a strange mental method, which Zhu Tong only tried twice. Unfortunately, Peng Ma Gong was very resistant to that mental method; with the black needle and the black mist on the Butterfly God,
It turned out to be an extra strange ability.
Dragon and Phoenix Needles turned out to be a really good pair of treasures.
"Why are you laughing? Is it funny?" Aunt Die also recovered and stood next to Zhu Tong to watch him playing with the dragon and phoenix needle; she is still afraid of the feeling just now.
"It's not funny." Zhu Tong also stood up and looked out the window. It was almost dark.
"Auntie Die, is Duohua's father's surname Wang?"
"No, hey! Why do you ask like that?" Aunt Die looked at Zhu Tong in surprise.
His surname is not Wang. Could it be that he thought wrongly and that Duohua’s father is not Wang Juefei? Zhu Tong was unwilling to accept it and pointed to it: “Did he give this couplet to you?”
This time, Auntie Die didn't answer. She followed Zhu Tong's fingers and looked at the sandalwood painting.
"A young man is unruly and separates from the branches, and his whole life is ashamed of the Phalaenopsis. Aunt Butterfly, have you heard of this couplet? He once taught you how to read, right..."
"Stop talking. Yes, yes, he really likes Phalaenopsis. These three words are the same as what he wrote."
Auntie Die covered her face and cried sadly. She had indeed recognized this couplet and knew that her former lover had come back to find her.
The little liar suddenly realized that Wang Xiangjie's background was really mysterious. When he was a soldier, he used another name, just like Chen Yiyi was not called Chen Yiyi.
"what is his name?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"Auntie Die, I want to help you. Duohua needs a father; but if you just look for him like this, you will get into big trouble. You may hurt Duohua and him."
Zhu Tong did not dare to say that he knew Wang Xiangjie, nor did he dare to say that Wang Xiangjie was still here in the morning; he had no reason to stop Auntie Die from finding the father for his daughter, he just wanted to minimize the damage as much as possible.
In today's society, having a mistress is nothing, but if an official of Wang Xiangji's level is caught by his opponents and finds out that he once had an illegitimate daughter as big as a flower, who knows how much trouble will be caused?
The outside world is unfamiliar to Auntie Die, and it is not easy to be persuaded; but she is a mother, and she has been infatuated with Wang Xiangjian for a long time. She was frightened by Zhu Tong's words, "It hurts the flower, hurts him", and silently recalled the time when they parted.
Seeing the scene, he sighed: "His name is Yu Fei, and he always calls me Phalaenopsis."
"Yu Fei." Zhu Tong raised his head and glanced at the horizontal scroll of "Pian Ran Yu Fei", recalling the meaning of the entire couplet, and could feel Wang Xiangjian's attachment to Aunt Die.
With this glimmer of hope, Zhu Tong smiled and said: "Auntie Die, I will find him for you. But you can't be impulsive and take your time."
The snow keeps falling, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and when it falls on the stone streets, it immediately melts under the feet of tourists; high up, there are already patches of silvery white among the branches on the eaves.
Zhu Tong returned to Uncle Chen's inn. Ye'er and the others were still wandering around Phoenix City, but Huang Hai had already woken up.
He found Uncle Chen's writing brush, spread out the paper in the room, copied and wrote the couplet over and over according to his memory.
The young man is unruly and separates from the branches, and his whole life is ashamed of the Phalaenopsis. It flies gracefully.
Uncle Chen walked in, looked at it for a while and said curiously: "Dr. Li, your handwriting is not as good as yesterday's."
Zhu Tong smiled but did not answer; he was using writing to speculate on Wang Xiangjian's heart, looking for various possibilities that might arise after Auntie Die appeared.
He has a lot of chips in his hands. The affair between Head Nurse Xia and Jiang Xiaoyu is the same weapon, and Duohua is a sure-fire weapon. However, these may be enough for ordinary people, but for a politician who has been in officialdom for half his life, who
Do you know how much is left? Nineteen years ago, he could abandon Aunt Die and settle for a political marriage. How much better will he be in nineteen years?
Liu Yilan's men came, and Annie also came. Seven or eight beauties with smoky eyes and charming faces made the Chen family inn full of fragrance.
Uncle Chen's inn only left two rooms for them, but they were not upset. Anne glanced at Zhu Tong in front of the door, made a sign and went upstairs.
What she meant was that she asked Zhu Tong to meet in the evening; but the little liar didn't respond. He really didn't want to get too close to anyone in the world.
The red lanterns in Phoenix City were all lit up, and the four girls rushed into the inn despite the wind and snow.
They didn't care about eating, so they took out their laptops, took out the photos from the digital cameras in their hands, and looked at them one by one in a lively manner.
"Are you angry?" Ye'er looked at Zhu Tong's expressionless face and approached him and asked in a low voice.
"Why are you angry? I'm practicing calligraphy, and Ye'er hasn't written well recently." Ye'er twisted a few times in annoyance. She was obsessed with studying painting and had little interest in calligraphy.
Huang Hai was leaning on the bedside watching TV, when Grandma Chen came in and urged: "Let's eat, eat, and watch a Nuo show in the evening; if we go early, we can get a good seat."
Cheng Zhenjiang also came with his girlfriend, and they had dinner by the Tuojiang River again. Everyone was not hungry, so they ran out together after eating a few mouthfuls.
A blazing bonfire was lit in the square, with crowds of people around and loud gongs and drums. Visitors who came to Phoenix to celebrate the Spring Festival ignored the wind and snow and gathered together to watch Nuo opera happily.
Such an ancient drama is full of eerie atmosphere. The actors are dressed in ancient costumes and without exception are wearing ferocious Nuo masks; some are shaking bells in their hands, or dancing with sticks, chanting and singing that no one can understand.
of songs.
In fact, everyone gathered together to have fun, especially the children, who crawled around the bonfire and threw squibs in from time to time, making everyone laugh and scold them.
Ye'er snuggled into Zhu Tong's arms and whispered: "Xiao Xiao wants to give me a set of silver jewelry."
"We can buy it ourselves, as long as Ye'er likes it."
"It's silver jewelry from the Miao family. Duohua also has a set. It's really beautiful, but forget it, it's too expensive. I don't want Xiao Xiao's things. She went too far. I told her that if she doesn't do this, she won't have any friends.
Gotta do it.”
Xiao Xiao tried every means to give a gift to Ye'er, but even Mei Lanting couldn't stand it; she didn't like to watch the inexplicable Nuo opera, so she went to the bar to drink alone. Xiao Xiao was sitting on the edge of the square at this time, and two young people were
She flattered him with glee.
Zhu Tong could tell with just two glances that those two young men were not good birds. Xiao Xiao was going to lose money today, wasn't she? The platinum necklace under her neck was gone.
"Ye'er should just buy a set of clothes like Duohua and a set of silver jewelry, and maybe she will become a Miao beauty." Zhu Tong couldn't ignore it, held Ye'er in his arms, and shot a silver needle over.
Duohua is wearing Miao clothes today and is leading Huang Hai to dance happily by the bonfire.
"Do you like it?" Ye'er didn't see the thief who suddenly fell down beside Xiao Xiao. She looked at Duohua and asked.
"As long as you like Ye'er, I like it. I'll buy it for Ye'er tomorrow."
"A set of silver jewelry costs several thousand yuan; no, we still need to buy a house."
"Then you can't wrong Ye'er."
Two people were talking silly things, and a huge firework exploded in the sky, the gongs and drums sounded loudly, and the music was weird and ethereal.
A pair of big men with black clothes and ghost faces appeared from all around, shouted in unison, and rushed towards the tourists while swinging their scimitars.
The square was quiet for a moment, and then there was laughter. It turned out that this was a frightening gift prepared by the Nuo opera troupe for everyone.