A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

After washing his hair, Duan Rong dried it with a towel. He stood in the cramped dormitory and recalled the feeling of throwing the stone just now.

Duan Rong was afraid that this accidental inspiration would soon disappear. His eyes flashed and he immediately had an idea.

Duan Rong stood there and threw the towel, and the towel landed steadily on the edge of the wooden plate in the corner.

Duan Rong smiled lightly and said, "If I use this hidden weapon technique to shoot, I will be the second Curry!"

Duan Rong walked out of the dormitory quickly, left Yuanshun Escort Agency, and came to West Street.

Duan Rong turned at West Street and turned into an alley. He stood at the entrance of the alley, looked into the alleys on both sides, and suddenly walked into one of the alleys.

In the alley, someone was squatting against the wall, with a wooden box next to him. The wooden box was about one foot and five or six square, with straps tied on both sides. It could be hung on the chest or placed on the side of the alley.

This is actually a box for buying needles and thimbles!

In ancient times, this thing was considered a hot commodity, and every household needed it.

Duan Rong walked over quickly and said, "Give me thirty needles!"

"Thirty needles?" The man squatting at the wall was about thirty years old, very thin, and looked a little shifty.

"Why? Don't you have so many goods?" Duan Rong frowned and asked.

"Yes, yes, why not?" The man said, pointed to thirty needles, wrapped them with straw paper, and handed them to Duan Rong, and asked curiously: "Most people buy one or two, one or two. Customer, why did you buy thirty at once?"

Duan Rong's eyes condensed, a little unhappy, thinking: How can a needle and thread seller be so talkative, don't you know that curiosity kills the cat?

Duan Rong smiled and said, "I will use this needle to practice a martial art!"

"What martial art?"

"This martial art is called the Flower Picking Finger Technique. Throw these thirty needles into the cracks of the bricks one by one, and use only one finger. If you can pick up all the needles within a quarter of an hour, you will have reached the entry level of the Flower Picking Finger Technique!"

"Really? Can I practice this martial art?" The man was surprised. He felt that this martial art was not difficult.

"Of course, it's just the entry level. It's not that difficult! Anyone can practice it!" Duan Rong smiled and said, "Do you have thin cotton thread? Give me a roll too."

"Yes." The man took a roll of cotton thread from the thread head.

Duan Rong smiled, paid the money, put away the needles and cotton thread, and returned to the escort agency.

The man watched Duan Rong leave, and then pinched thirty needles, threw them into the cracks of the bluestone in the alley, and started practicing...

Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, opened the needle bag, pinched a needle in his hand, stood still, and suddenly a needle shot in!

The needle flashed and then nailed to the bed.

Duan Rong's eyes flickered, and he used the Cloud Snake Step to move in the cramped dormitory. As his body turned, he waved his hands again and again, and the 29 needles in the needle bag shot one by one to the bed.

After a while, the bed was actually formed into a plum blossom with needles!

"This technique is actually not difficult. The techniques of shooting needles are all common! As for the change of angle each time, it is adjusted according to the body technique!"

Duan Rong didn't know that the hidden weapon technique was actually very difficult to practice, but he had already obtained the realm of two techniques by devouring the weapon spirit, and he connected them by chance.

At this time, he really felt that it was not difficult!

But if a novice wanted to reach his level, I don't know how much suffering he would have to endure!

Duan Rong took the needles off the bed one by one. He looked at the needle bag in his hand and prepared to carry out his other idea.

He cut the cotton thread he bought into small pieces and put a white tassel on each needle!

Then he took out the black porcelain bottle that was only the size of a plum from his inner pocket.

In this porcelain bottle was the deadly poison he got from Zhou Shoushan!

Duan Rong took out a porcelain trough where he mixed dyes, added a small half of clean water to the trough, and then he carefully opened the lid of the black porcelain bottle.

Suddenly, a foul smell filled the cramped dormitory. Duan Rong picked up a little bit of the black paste with a needle, then put the needle against the trough, immediately covered the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and put it away.

Duan Rong opened and closed the window, and left a gap. At this time, the foul smell in the cramped space was reduced a little.

Duan Rong's eyes were focused. He carefully picked up the needles on the edge of the trough and rinsed them in the clear water of the porcelain trough. All the ointment was rinsed into the water, and then stirred for a long time. Duan Rong then placed all 30 needles against the edge of the trough and dipped the front third of the needles into the black poisonous water...

Duan Rong handled it. Seeing that it was time for lunch in the canteen, Duan Rong closed the window and locked the door, and went to the canteen in the middle courtyard to eat.

After eating, Duan Rong returned to the dormitory, took the needles out of the poisonous water, put them on the windowsill one by one to dry, and then took the porcelain trough out and poured the remaining poisonous water into the corner of the wall in the distance.

Duan Rong rinsed the porcelain trough with clean water again, then walked into the dormitory and placed the porcelain trough alone on the other side under the bed!

He decided to use this porcelain trough for a specific purpose in the future.

After finishing all this, Duan Rong opened the window to let in the sunlight, so that the poisoned needles could dry quickly. Even after so long, there was still a faint stench in the cramped dormitory!

At this moment, Duan Rong suddenly saw a gray-white spider half the size of a little finger nail on the side of the bed where the sunlight was shining.

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, pinched the tail of a needle on the windowsill, and shot out a poison needle with a wave of his hand!

When the needle flashed, the gray -white spider was nailed!

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Under the sun, seeing the gray -white spider instantly blackened, and then turned into a drop of ink, dripping from the bed help!

"Obediently ... this poison is really powerful!"

Duan Rong looked at the window sill, the detox needle was dry, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and said, "Bing Shanyin Needle!\

,""Chi Lian Fairy ..."

"No! Chilian boy segment meling!"

Duan Rong said that he made a few empty -handed posture.

After the poison needle was dried, Duan Rong found a cork plug, pierced the poison needles one by one, and put the cork into the pants pocket.

In this way, at least he has more life -saving means!

"Now this world, it's not easy to mix!"

Duan Rong just put the cork with a poisonous needle, and suddenly there was a thought. From his mind, it flashed!

In fact, although Duan Rong did other things, he kept thinking about Xu Ruhu and Thunder!

This is like a huge puzzle?

Attracts Duan Rong's interest!

But just now, there seems to be something, from the fog's puzzle, flashed out, and quickly drowned it. Duan Rong did not capture it for a while ...

"What?" Duan Rong was walking back and forth in the forced dormitory ...

After thinking about it for a long time, I just felt the flashing thoughts, like mud cattle entering the sea, it became more and more difficult to find ...

Duan Rong decided to re -ignore it again!

This cleaning idea, Duan Rong immediately found a problem.

He had been thinking before, how did Xie Lei appear again in the dungeon since Jie Lei has gone?

He regards this as a reasoning game of a secret room, which is just curious to entertain!

However, it just flashed from his mind, another more important issue.

That's the motivation to solve the thunder. What is it?

Why did he take such a big risk and let his uncle and himself carry the black pot that he had lost his job, and rescued an infamous wanted criminal?

This problem is obviously more important!

Because why is it always more important than!