I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Chapter 10, Little Fish Girl

After thinking about it all afternoon, Yang Zhao decided to open the post, supervising, rushing, and leading the four strange pulses.

Ren veins, the sea of ​​Yin veins.

Governor vessel, the sea of ​​yang vessels.

Pulse, sea of ​​blood.

Carrying the veins, restraining the longitudinal veins.

Although a bit ashamed, she felt that opening these four veins gained the most.

While it was still dark, I put away the charging treasure.

Yang Zhao asked the boy in the store for a pair of scissors, went back to the house and closed the door, and cut a small hole in the lower left corner of the schoolbag.

I tried it with a mobile phone, and the camera of the mobile phone can be exposed from the small hole.Put clothes, power bank and books in the school bag, just enough to fix the mobile phone in the small hole.

Later, she walked around the nearby street with her bag on and her cell phone camera on.I went back to the store and checked the recorded video. The recording was very clear, and the schoolbag did not block the camera.

Send the newly shot video to Yang Yun casually.

Looking at the sky, Yang Zhao counted the money in his hand, took out ten copper coins, and ordered a bowl of clear soup with sheep wheat noodles and added an egg.

After eating and drinking enough, she lay down on the bed early to recharge her energy for tomorrow.

The next morning, Yang Zhao paid the rent for two days, then got up and went to the Kaimai shop.

Seeing her coming, Miss Xiaoyu was obviously very happy, she hurriedly brought her tea and pastries, and then went to the backyard to invite her grandfather over.

The old man followed his granddaughter with a smile.

"Did the guest agree to let my granddaughter open your pulse?"

Yang Zhao nodded.

"Hahaha, customers, don't worry, as long as your pulse map is fine, and the senior gods are fine, then the old man will guarantee that you will succeed in opening your pulse!"

"Xiaoyu, take the guests to register and prepare."

"Okay." The little girl happily led Yang Zhao to a big room in the backyard.

There is no decoration in this room, and it is divided into two rooms by curtains. The outer room has a large table with the Four Treasures of the Study and a stack of books.

Xiaoyu led her to the table, opened a book, picked up a pen and looked up and asked, "What is your name? Where is your ancestral home? How old are you? How many pulses do you want to open?"

Yang Zhao frowned and gestured twice.

"Don't worry too much, in Cangcheng, all those who open a pulse must report to the officials."

Understand, this is of the same nature as being able to unlock, and it must be reported to the local police station.

"Now you can't speak our language, you can speak your own language for things like name and origin, your name?"

"Yang Zhao."

"The pronunciation is weird, ancestral home?"

"Chixian Shenzhou."

"Where is this?" After thinking to no avail, the little fish girl continued to ask.

"How old are you?"

Yang Zhao made two twos.

"22 years old?"

She nodded.

"How many pulses do you want?"

Yang Zhao stretched out four fingers.

"Okay, the recording is over, now I will show you around the inner room." Miss Xiaoyu put down the pen and paper, and led her to open the curtain and enter the inner room.

This inner room is much larger than the outer room. There is a long and narrow table against the wall, with various silver needle bags on it, and a small incense burner on it. The big ring on the ground is surrounded by a small ring with formations. Yang Zhao Looking up, it turns out that there is also a formation on the roof.

Miss Xiaoyu saw that she was more interested in these magic circles, so she simply introduced them to her one by one.

"This largest silver formation is actually a levitation formation. When the time comes, you have to stand on the formation. It can float you in mid-air so that I can give you needles."

"The two green ones next to it are the magic circle for purifying the mind, which makes my mind useless and avoids unnecessary troubles."

"Have you seen the light red formation on the roof? That is actually the most precious, it is a soul suppressing formation, to prevent your soul from being injured by some foreign object when you open your pulse, and take away your home."

Yang Zhao stared at these magic circles curiously, regretting not turning on the recording function of his phone.

In order to avoid embarrassment and fear of being noticed when the phone was recording, she turned off the phone when she came out.

At this moment, Xiaoyu's grandfather lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Are you all ready?"

"Without the map of grandpa, why hasn't she given it to me yet?"

The two turned their heads to look at Yang Zhao together.

Yang Zhao waved his hand, went to the outer room, dipped his finger in a little ink, and tapped a little on the Chengjiang acupoint.

The old man understood immediately.

"You wrote down all the acupuncture points on the pulse chart, right?"

She nodded.

"Then I'm going to try to see if your acupuncture point is accurate?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed Yang Zhao's Chengjiang acupoint, his eyes lit up.

"Guest, click another acupuncture point."

Yang Zhao tapped the ink on the fingertip again.

The old man stretched out his hand to feel it again, and looked at Yang Zhao with admiration.

"Guest, you have been studying for several years, right? The acupuncture points on this hand are very accurate!"

"Okay, after the guest finishes acupointing the acupuncture points, you can start, Xiaoyu. This is your first time to open the veins independently, so be careful in everything." After a few words of worry, the old man went to the outer room.

Seeing the old man go out, Miss Yu turned around and took the ink in, and covered the curtain tightly again.

Seeing Yang Zhao standing there awkwardly, Xiao Yu comforted her with a smile.

"It's okay, you and I are both women, so there's no need to be shy."

After she finished speaking, she went to the incense burner and lit a piece of incense.

Yang Zhao could only endure his embarrassment, took off his clothes, and tapped 12 acupuncture points with ink.

After the acupoints are tapped, you have to tell Xiaoyu in detail, where is the acupoint and where is the acupoint.

Xiaoyu memorized it carefully, repeated it twice, and even reached out to touch it.

These pulse openers should have some special method to sense the position of the acupuncture points.

Then Xiaoyu led Yang Zhao to stand on the silver formation, and saw that she kicked something, and Yang Zhao floated up.

"Now close your eyes and visualize the idol!"

Yang Zhao closed his eyes and began to visualize the statue.

After a while, Xiaoyu asked, "Can we start now?"

Yang Zhao nodded.

"Keep your mind for a while, this matter is related to your life, you must stabilize the idol."

Listening to Miss Xiaoyu's constant entrustment there, Yang Zhao felt a little uncertain, and she herself was also like this. When she was not sure about something, she talked a lot.

Without allowing Yang Zhao to think about it, she felt the first silver needle pierced in, and a coolness was transmitted into the body along the silver needle, and then the second and third needles were all a coolness.

By the fourth stitch, it became a warm current.

But it was only the fourth stitch, and after a few stitches, she didn't know what it felt like.

I just felt that her soul flew into the sky, but it didn't stop and flew into space again.

The planet under your feet is slowly shrinking, and the surrounding darkness is slowly increasing.

Boundless darkness shrouded the entire universe, and the distant planets looked huge and small.

The absolute silence, the absolute darkness, and the boundless space made her incomparably small.

So what's the point of me being born?What is the meaning of my life?

I am going to die sooner or later, and there will be nothingness after death, so what are these efforts in my life doing?
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, what am I compared to this universe?

Even if it is cultivation, will I not die?

When Yang Zhao was in trouble, Miss Xiaoyu's progress was indeed smooth.

After finishing the last stitch, she took out a green leaf from her bosom and threw it into the air.

I saw the leaf flying unsteadily to the top of Yang Zhao's head, and then stretched out twelve green filaments, the tails were wrapped around the silver needle on Yang Zhao's body, a green light flowed along the filaments. After reaching the silver needle, the four meridians on Yang Zhao's body were dyed green.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the last step, Miss Xiaoyu happily encouraged herself in a low voice.

"Xiaoyu, you are amazing. You are indeed the best of the Guan family's generation."

After walking around Yang Zhao twice, she carefully appreciated the fruits of her labor, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she was.

For Kaimai, even if she has completed this part of her own work, whether Yang Zhao can wake up next depends on what kind of character she visualizes.

Then I found a corner to sit down and wait.

Yang Zhao, who was floating in mid-air, felt that she was going crazy. She wanted to cry and make a fuss. She beat her body violently with her hands, trying to divert her attention, but it was all in vain.

A great fear enveloped her, and she felt that she was about to be unable to hold on.

"Hey, eat my grandson!!!"

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