Chapter 27 Immunization
On a cold stone bed, a boy sat cross-legged. The boy was naked and wearing only a pair of shy shorts on his lower body.
Two silver needles were inserted symmetrically on the boy's mind, and a large part of the silver needles were exposed outside. The boy moved the two silver needles slightly and then started to shake.
The boy was covered with egg-sized spots, with red, yellow, and some white skin colors similar to each other, which looked very scary.
A beautiful girl of fifteen or sixteen years old sat next to the boy. The girl looked at the boy sitting cross-legged on the stone bed without blinking, her eyes full of worry.
If this young man is not Han Ming, who is it? It has been dozens of days since he came to this cave in the mountains.
From the beginning of arriving here, he was asked by Mr. Hua to drink a bottle of white yellow gall, and then he was asked to drink five times of white yellow gall, and the amount of each time was increasing.
Every time Han Ming was tortured by the poison of the white yellow gallbladder, Mr. Hua would feed him some antidotes, and then ask Han Ming where he was numb, and then he would prick two silver needles.
It's strange that although the amount of white and yellow gallbladder I drank increased, Han Ming suffered less pain, and the place where Mr. Hua applied the needle continued to move upwards every time.
This is the seventh time he has taken the white yellow gallbladder. This time he drank twelve bottles of white yellow gallbladder. After drinking it, he felt full, as if he had eaten a lot of snacks, which made him speechless and completely treated the poison as a meal.
Shortly after drinking the white yellow gallbladder, Han Ming's poisonous spots appeared all over his body. He felt a little strange. The poisonous spots were different from before. Could it be that he had drunk too much this time?
Han Ming sat cross-legged on the stone bed and slowly ran the Na Yuan Gong. He had long seen the characteristics of Na Yuan Gong. Although Na Yuan Gong cannot detoxify, Na Yuan Gong can understand the distribution of toxins. More importantly, although Na Yuan Gong's true qi is consumed, the amount of Na Yuan Gong's true qi will increase by a big step after detoxification.
Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful girl sitting beside him: "Sister Nan'er, is it an hour?"
Nan'er was startled by Han Ming's sudden opening of his eyes, but immediately showed joy on her face. It seemed nothing was wrong for her young master to look full of energy.
"It's been an hour since the young master drank those white yellow gills. You're okay, young master, do you want me to find Mr. Hua?"
"I'm fine. Master has taught me how to do these days, so don't bother him." Han Ming still respects Mr. Hua very much.
Han Ming pondered for a moment, then raised his hands without hesitation, pinched a silver needle on his head with both hands, and then used the Na Yuangong to lift the two silver needles off his head with a light lift.
After pulling out the silver needle, Han Ming's face turned pale, but soon he returned to normal color. He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, began to use the Na Yuan Gong, and carefully observed the toxins in his body.
An hour later, Han Ming was still sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, but at this time the poisonous spots on his body began to slowly fade away.
Han Ming opened his eyes leisurely, and his eyes were bright. He let out a long breath of turbid air, as if he wanted to exhale all the accumulated stuffy air.
"I'm so tired of sitting. Is Sister Nan'er's snack coming? I'm a little hungry." Han Ming touched his stomach and sighed in his heart. This poison really can't be regarded as a food.
Han Ming walked down the stone platform and walked towards the stone chamber full of medical meridians. He still had to hurry up and increase his strength.
Han Ming walked to the place where he stopped last time, took a medical book from the bookshelf, and flipped it carefully. Nan'er also walked in with the food.
Han Ming forgot the time as soon as he read the book. Before he knew it, several more hours passed. Han Ming then raised his head, rubbed his stubborn eyes, and looked down at the medical meridians in his hand.
Suddenly, Han Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was a little disbelief. He leaned against the book in front of him and read it carefully again.
"Monkey wine!" Han Ming murmured to himself.
He put down the books in his hand, looked up and looked at it, but Nan'er was asleep on the bookshelf again. This cannot be blamed for Nan'er. There is nothing interesting in the mountains. What else can Nan'er do besides sleeping!
Han Ming slowly stood up, looked at Nan'er quietly, and then walked out of the stone chamber lightly.
He looked at Mr. Hua's stone room again, and saw that nothing was wrong, he walked straight to a secret room, which was the stone room full of wine jars.
Han Ming entered the stone chamber for a while, and when he came out again, his expression relaxed, as if he had relieved some depression.
"Now you don't have to worry about being treated as a dish by Mr. Hua. This self-righteous problem will really change in the future!" Han Ming laughed at himself in his heart.
Han Ming raised his foot and walked towards the stone chamber where the books were placed, but he had just walked halfway through and patted his shoulder with one hand.
Since the nameless magic method broke through the second level, Han Ming's hearing, smell and vision have become much more acute. Now someone has come to him, but he has no feeling at all.
"Disciple, there is a bottle of white and yellow gut here, don't waste it." Old Hua stood behind Han Ming and looked at Han Ming with kindness. His eyes were clearly black and white, and the strange green that had long disappeared without a trace.
Han Ming slowly turned his head, his expression did not change much. To be honest, he was shocked, but Han Ming is now very good at restraining his emotions.
Han Ming secretly praised Mr. Hua's skills in his heart. He was extremely envious of this kind of light skills that could fly around the eaves and go without a trace, but he never had the opportunity to practice.
"Okay, Master, I'll drink it now." Han Ming took the white yellow gall from Mr. Hua's hand, raised his head and drank it clean.
He had drunk twelve bottles in one breath before, how could he be afraid of just one bottle now!
"You're better off, you probably know my plan. I won't give you an antidote this time. The poison of white yellow gallbladder must be purified by your own body. If it succeeds, you will be immune to white yellow gallbladder. This is the last time you will take white yellow gallbladder." Old Hua brushed his snow-white beard on his chest with one hand and smiled slightly at Han Ming.
Han Ming was a little at a loss by Mr. Hua's sudden kindness, but when he saw Mr. Hua's clear black and white pupils, he understood most of the time.
"Disciple must do its best!" Han Ming leaned over and bowed respectfully. He didn't want to offend Mr. Mao. Although Mr. Hua looked very kind now, who knew when he became extremely cold again.
Han Ming obediently walked towards the stone bed where he usually lay, then sat cross-legged on it, and began to operate the Nayuangong.
At this time, Han Ming was slowly calculating his experience over the past year in his heart. He had a dreamy feeling, and sometimes he even thought he was dreaming.
A year ago, he was a fool from a wild mountain village. His daily work was to pick up some ironwork for his father to go up the mountain, learn carpentry, and help his mother with some chores. At that time, his biggest dream was to become a decent person like the shopkeeper of Ruyi Restaurant.
Until that time I returned to my ancestral home, I had an accident, and it was this accident that changed his life and destined him to embark on an extraordinary path of immortality.
Two months later, he obtained the nameless magic trick through the golden lock hidden in his chest, and cultivated a wisp of cool gas in his body. Soon after, he left the small mountain village where he gave birth to him and raised him.
Later, he was forced into the desert by an old and weak wolf. He walked out of the desert for several months, but was rescued by the Zhu family's convoy because he accidentally ate the poisonous emperor grass.
Because he took the Poison Emperor Grass and had strong immunity to many poisons, Mr. Hua wanted him to help relieve Cecilia Cheung's blood poison.
Now he was taken to this airtight mountain cave by Mr. Hua, and he ate poison as food in this semi-dark space all day long. He waited until he was poisoned and died before taking the antidote. He never thought that his life would be so "colorful", and everything was like a dream.
Han Ming always felt that he was controlled by Mr. Hua. He didn't like this feeling very much. He wanted to urgently improve his strength and get rid of this situation.
Han Ming carefully analyzed his current strength. He had the external sword moves of the Huayuan Sword Technique, but the Huayuan Sword Technique was useless, it was just a fancy.
He also practiced external sword moves with invisible sword skills, but the internal energy provided by the Invisible Sword Skill is too weak and cannot be used in actual combat. Fortunately, when he is practicing invisible sword moves or the Yuan-Crafting Sword Skill, he will make unexpected progress in practicing the Invisible Skill's inner skills at the same time.
Although he will feel sore all over his body after practicing this way, after operating the Tianming Wuming Magic for two weeks, the soreness will disappear without a trace. Han Ming believes that as long as he can practice this for a year or two, his martial arts will be able to catch up with the ordinary guards in Zhu Chi Garden.
He also practiced the Na Yuan Gong taught by Mr. Hua. This Na Yuan Gong should be regarded as a medical martial art. It can use the unique skills of silver needles to pierce acupoints. It can also activate silver needles dozens of feet away and kill people invisibly. It is really amazing.
But without more than ten years of hard practice, I can't even think of killing people invisibly. At most, I just use silver needles to treat some difficult and complicated diseases.
Han Ming valued the most the nameless oral phlegm in his mind. However, he really has no talent in practicing this nameless oral phlegm and practices very slowly. Fortunately, the poison and antidotes provided by Mr. Hua are of great use to his nameless oral phlegm.
After drinking more than a dozen bottles of antidotes in the past few days, his nameless oral trauma was pushed to the peak of the second level, just one step away from breaking through.
"But this nameless mantra is really useless. Now, except for my memory, my appetite has become much bigger, my hearing, vision, and touch have become much more sensitive, and I have nothing else." Han Ming sighed quietly.
"I'm too weak, I want to continue traveling east too early, and the poison of the eldest brother has not been solved yet." Han Ming couldn't help but think of the somewhat arrogant eldest brother in his mind.
Han Ming sighed again, but immediately he cheered up, with a hint of firmness in his eyes.
Han Ming briefly checked his body's condition and found that the white yellow gallbladder poison had disappeared, but this time he did not take any antidote.
Chapter completed!