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Chapter: 97 Flying Needles
Lin Weiwan entered the space with consciousness and began to practice flying needles. The normal flying needle technique of acupuncture is not flying needles in the true sense.
Instead, it is to hold a one-and-a-half-inch needle between the nail gap around the side edge of the index finger and the fingertip of the thumb.
The upper arm drives the forearm to drive the wrist, and a wrist shaking movement is made. When the needle is inserted, it rotates in, and then a needle-piercing technique in acupuncture is completed.
And Lin Weiwan has made a new breakthrough in flying needles after reading medical books and practicing flying needles after being transformed by Lingquan water.
That is, like in martial arts novels, the flying needle is really thrown out.
Instead of a single needle insertion at a close distance, from 20 cm to 50 cm and then to one meter.
Now the flying needle is inserted into the acupoint within three meters without any error. Although the acupoint positioning trick has not been tested on others,
it has been tested on myself. For example, it is difficult to move an inch when the needle is inserted into the Zulinqi acupoint, and the hand cannot move when the needle is inserted into the Waiguan acupoint.
It’s just that the times are not stable now, and Chinese medicine is greatly persecuted. Lin Weiwan does not want to be exposed. As long as he can save his life at the critical moment.
Lin Weiwan is all about hard work and study. In the space, even if he can’t practice without his body inside, Lin Weiwan will use his consciousness to control the flying needles to practice.
When no one was around, Lin Weiwan tried it outside. He could only control relatively light objects with his consciousness, such as a leaf, a key, a needle, and the control range of these objects was just three meters.
I don’t know what will change in the future, but for now, this is the maximum limit of Lin Weiwan’s development.
At noon, the smell of food came, and Lin Weiwan raised his hat.
The three people opposite were eating cornmeal cakes with a box of black pickles.
Lin Weiwan didn’t want to pay attention to the three people and had nothing to say to them. He took out the steamed buns with residual heat and a can of cucumber pickles from the bag space under his feet. He took out chopsticks and started eating.
“Oh, the girl is in good condition. She actually brought white flour steamed buns.” A woman’s voice came from the side.
Lin Weiwan turned his head and noticed the middle-aged woman sitting next to him.
The woman was about fifty years old, with a pigtail tied into a bun at the back of her head. She wore a dark blue jacket with a slanted collar and a pair of symmetrical light blue patches on the cuffs.
Her face was rough with fine lines but not very thin, and she looked well-off. Although dark, it was a little oily. Her eyebrows were soft and had no special features.
Sitting next to the woman was a man who looked like she was from the same family. He had thick eyebrows, sparse eyebrows, triangular eyes, and prominent cheekbones.
He was taking out an enamel water cup from his bag to get some water. He stood up and was about 1.8 meters tall.
He was wearing a dark gray outfit that was 70% new without a single patch.
“Yeah.” Lin Weiwan only responded and turned his head to look out the window.
At this time, Lin Weiwan’s entire face was exposed, and the woman’s eyes lit up. His snow-white skin was so unique.
While eating a steamed bun made of two kinds of flour, he looked up and down in a subtle way.
Lin Weiwan unscrewed the kettle and drank a sip of water. He ate a white flour bun with some side dishes, and took out two tea eggs to eat.
He leaned back in his chair and ignored the few people. His consciousness entered the space and opened the handkerchief that Ye Jibai had given him, which had not been opened.
Inside were eight national general bills of Datonghe and Yida.
The train stopped and started, and there was nothing to say to the three people opposite. In addition to looking at the scenery, Lin Weiwan just read a book with his eyes narrowed.
Lin Weiwan chose to ignore the enthusiastic eyes of the aunt next to him, and even did not answer the questions asked, pretending that he did not hear them.
After a few times, the woman did not rush to talk to Lin Weiwan.
After being rolled her eyes and ignored by several people, the woman chatted enthusiastically with the three people opposite.
The train had been running for a day and a night, and now there were many people crowded in the aisle.
Lin Weiwan got up and took the kettle to solve his personal problems.
As soon as he walked out of this carriage, Lin Weiwan found that there were three men following him.
Looking at the women holding children and the elderly people nearby, Lin Weiwan could only continue to walk to the front carriage.
After passing through two carriages, there was a soft sleeper carriage, where there should be a steward.
Even if a fight broke out, there was no one in the corridor of the soft sleeper carriage, so there was no need to worry about hurting innocent people.
Quickly passing through the crowd, Lin Weiwan found that there were not only three people following him, but four.
They were very targeted, and Lin Weiwan had no idea how he had offended them. Judging from the appearance of several people, they were all martial artists.
The most hateful thing was that the steward who was supposed to be guarding the two carriages was not there.
Lin Weiwan stopped and turned to look at the four people behind him.
The four people knew that they were exposed after their eyes swept over them, and they didn’t care about anything at this time. They just wanted to quickly hold the girl in front of them and take her away.
The four people pulled out the daggers and half-broken iron rods hidden in their arms. The man in the lead waved his hand and rushed towards Lin Weiwan with three people. Without saying a word.
Lin Weiwan looked around and found that there was no tool at hand. He could only pretend to pull out the rolling pin, a magic weapon for self-defense that the aunt next door gave him when he went to the countryside.
The two sides were less than two meters apart. The door in the middle opened, and a tall young man came out with a gray-haired old man.
The sudden appearance of two people seriously disrupted the formation of the two sides.
The narrow and empty corridor was originally suitable for Lin Weiwan to deal with a few people.
Although he had not practiced systematically, with the blessing of powerful strength and flying needles, it was still no problem.
Now the leader directly knocked the two people down, and the few people were in a mess.
The two men behind him strode over directly, and the knives in their hands seemed to have eyes and rushed towards Lin Weiwan.
The rolling pin blocked horizontally and chopped vertically, and Lin Weiwan used his hands and feet to fight with the two people.
The young man tried hard to block the old man behind him, and he had been hit by several punches from the leader.
The punches hit the flesh, and he wanted to control the two people without attracting more people. Xiao Xingjian’s handsome face at this time had two symmetrical panda eyes. He still blocked the old man behind him tightly, but the door of the single room was closed.
Several people were huddled together, just blocking the door, with no way to retreat. Behind them was a girl fighting with two men.
No matter how loud the train rumbled, the soft sleeper next to them could hear unusual noises in the corridor.
It was just that things were going on, so how could the people in the soft sleeper come out to meddle in other people’s business?
Every time Xiao Xingjian wanted to open his mouth and shout, he would be punched.
Here, Lin Weiwan kicked someone away and was hit on the arm with a stick.
He threw out four flying needles and pierced the Fengfu, Yamen, Tianzhu, and Fengchi acupoints of the man who had just been knocked over by him.
Since the distance was only two meters, and it was the first time that Lin Weiwan pierced someone, as long as the four needles were deep enough, and one of them was accurately positioned and deep enough, it would make the person lose his attack power.
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