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Chapter 50 History

"Good guy!"

Li Qingnang, who was standing next to Yang Xian, saw Yang Xian's actions after he stepped up the steps and smiled and said, "Nephew, is this movement too big?"

As he spoke, his palm slowly stretched out and cut off the sword energy emitted by Yang Xian. "My nephew, don't panic..."

His palm seemed to be slow and fast. Before the sword energy shot out from Yang Xian's fingertips reached the left statue, he was blocked by his palm. But just as the edge of his palm touched Yang Xian's sword energy, his expression suddenly changed, and the light flashed in his eyes, his palm quickly retreated, and then extended it again.

When I poked it out again this time, there was a golden needle more than one foot long in my palm.

When he reached out to stop Yang Xian's sword energy, his palm seemed slow and fast, with a leisurely and free manner. However, when he took the golden needle in his hand, it was as fast as thunder, as fast as thunder. He didn't even see the afterimage of his arm, so he had already poked out. With a "buzzing" sound, the golden needle had already picked Yang Xian's sword energy.

The sword energy emitted by Yang Xian's fingertips was originally an invisible and material object. Although it was strong, it was not a real object after all. According to common sense, if it was intercepted by someone in the middle, the sword energy would definitely dissipate after it exploded. However, after being picked by the golden needle in Li Qingnang's hand, the sword energy suddenly stopped in the air, and then it turned like a real object and flew straight into the sky. When the sword energy flew up, it suddenly exploded and dispersed into thousands of qi threads.

At this time, a strand of broken hair flew out from Yang Xian's head happened to shoot, colliding with the scattered thousands of sword energy.

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the air, and a strong wind suddenly rose. After the sword energy collided with the hair, it was annihilated at the same time.

From Yang Xian being frightened on the stone steps, to when he exhaled and started to vent his breath and vent his sword, to Li Qingnang's two attacks, the golden needle pulled out the air, this was actually just a moment; but in this short moment, Yang Xian's qi covered his body, attacked his hair, and blew his hair, turned around and pointed his sword. Li Qingnang also took two attacks, the golden needle appeared in shape, and the needle picked out the invisible sword energy, turning a sword energy into thousands of air threads, meeting Yang Xian's flying hair.

In this moment, the two of them showed their amazing cultivation.

"Good boy!"

The golden needle in Li Qingnang's hand buzzed and trembled. He looked at Yang Xian who was turning around and his eyes were filled with strange lights, "Brother Mei is a good apprentice!"

He looked Yang Xian up and down, exclaiming, "Duxiu said you are invincible in the same realm, but I don't believe it very much. I didn't expect that although my nephew is young, he has deep skills, but I missed it!"

Yang Xian stopped and said, "Senior, I'm sorry."

He looked at the statue of the old man holding a needle in front of him, and secretly wondered in his heart, "How could this statue emit a hurtful aura?"

While I was wondering, several acupoints on one side of my body suddenly became cold, and there seemed to be a trace of essence being rapidly emanating from several acupoints.

"Um?"

When Yang Xian talked to Li Qingnang, the body-protecting energy had not been removed. At this time, he sensed the essence and energy in his body. He was surprised and confused, "My body-protecting energy has not disappeared. How could anyone use methods in my body? No one in the sky and the earth have this ability!"

"There must be something weird!"

Such a thought arises and moves all over his body. In the moment of lightning, Yang Xian's thoughts flow through his whole body, and he already knows what's going on.

"I see!"

The breath of true energy he had just raised was reconverging again, and the external energy also dissipated.

At this moment, Li Qingnang's voice sounded, "Nephew, don't be afraid, this just now was just the illusion of sensory arising from this statue next to it, and it will not cause harm to you."

Li Qingnang pointed to the statue beside him and laughed at Yang Xian: "This is my medical ancestor. The technique of criticism was created by him."

He explained to Yang Xian: "This is a Yuan stone statue carved by my seventeenth generation of ancestors. Among them is the mental and mental thoughts left in the statue in his hometown. People with extraordinary spiritual sense often produce mysterious responses on this statue."

"Because after the emergence of criticism, our medical system was truly established. The seventeenth generation of ancestors set up the first ancestor of the medical path who created the technique of criticism in the first position on both sides of this avenue."

While Li Qingnang was speaking, his eyes fluttered and he never stopped observing Yang Xian. After sensing the sudden breath of Yang Xian, he was surprised and uneasy, "Have you discovered the mystery so quickly?"

He was surprised that his face was not revealed, and he still slowly said to Yang Xian: "Look, the ancestor on the left holds the needle in his right hand and presses his left hand. He is doing the posture of acupuncture patient. If he is a person with amazing spiritual sense, when he passes through this statue, he will have a needle pricking the key acupoints and a wonderful response from the palm pressing his whole body. In fact, it is just a false alarm."

Yang Xian had already understood this matter at this time and said with a smile: "I don't think that the medical ancestors of the doctor are very skilled, even the skill of sculpture is rare in the world. I'm afraid it's not a skillful hand of the Gongshus!"

Li Qingnang laughed and said, "My 17th generation ancestor is exactly the son of the Gongshock!"

This public loser is actually the government family among the hundreds of schools of thought. The seventeenth generation of the ancestors of the doctor actually came from the government family, which is a bit beyond Yang Xian's expectations.

Li Qingnang continued: "It goes without saying that my seventeen-generation ancestors are very skilled in medicine, and their carving techniques are also the most ingenious in the world. He was inspired by the difficulty of my medical ancestors in all generations to explore the medical path, so he carved many statues and placed them on both sides of the avenue for future generations to remember."

Yang Xian said: "This senior's technique is really amazing, but it scared the younger generation very much."

Li Qingnang laughed loudly and raised his hand to point at the statue of the old man on the right. "The left side is the statue of the lower needle, and the right side is the state of the needle. If it also produces a sense of essence and energy leakage in the body. This is because in doctors, it is usually the needle to be used to replenish, and the needle to be used to replenish, which is flat and smooth and drain, and it is in one mind."

Only then did Yang Xian understand why he felt like he was experiencing energy just now. It turned out that there was still this truth. He thought to himself: "If this theory is used in martial arts, it may be of great power."

In fact, he guessed it well. The martial arts philosophy of the entire family was based on this acupuncture technique, combined with the way of heaven and man's response from the inner qi wheel rotor Wuliu, and the means that everything can be used as medicine. This made the doctor a famous man who has never fallen for a long time and ranks among the top ten schools of thought.

After explaining these two statues to Yang Xian, Li Qingnang said to Yang Xian: "You have taken the first step, and there are 365 stone steps in the middle, each with twenty-four steps, and each step with a statue stands upright. In front is a figure statue and behind is a sculpture of herbal medicine statue. If you can sense all the statues, just the mental consumption is not something that ordinary people can bear."

He asked Yang Xian, "Nephew, do you still have to go forward?"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "If you don't experience such interesting things, wouldn't you go into the treasure mountain and go back in vain? You have to experience them no matter what."
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