"Take off your clothes."

A Ming took off his clothes.

"Lie down."

A Ming lay down on the wooden board.

The blind man Bei then turned his head, looked at Ding Hao, and asked,

"Do we need to prep the skin?"

Sitting in the chair, Ding Hao asked with some confusion,

"What does prepping the skin mean?"

Ding Hao felt that this group of people was very strange, both in terms of personality and behavior.

But now, he was a fish on the chopping block, so he could only try to integrate himself into them, not wanting to be out of place.

"Prepping the skin means cleaning the skin, and also shaving off some annoying and troublesome hairs."

A Ming, lying on the wooden board, silently raised his middle finger at the blind man:

Up yours!

"Uh... no need, no need."

Ding Hao shook his head immediately.

"Oh, you don't need it?"

There was a hint of disappointment in the blind man Bei's tone.

Immediately afterward,

The blind man Bei must have sensed the angry "stare" from A Ming on the bed board beside him.

He pressed down his hand,

And said:

"This is to allow the master to better understand and learn. We must eliminate all interference and strive for perfection. Please, understand."

"I understand."

"Is that so? I have always believed in your awareness. Alright, Si Niang, is the needle and thread ready?"

"Ready."

"Choose a thicker needle, so the master can see more clearly."

"Okay."

"............" A Ming.

"Alright, Mr. Ding, you can start telling us now."

Ding Hao stretched his neck forward, wanting to reach out and point, but because his tendons were severed, it was difficult to exert any force.

"It doesn't matter, you can just describe it verbally."

The blind man Bei opened his palm, and a silver coin from a Western merchant floated up, and began to spin around A Ming's body.

"Mr. Bei, are you a magician?"

Ding Hao was shocked to see this scene.

"Mr. Ding, you can think of it that way. However, a few of us here are actually a bit special. At first, you may not be used to it, but please rest assured, you'll get numb to it over time."

"Oh... okay, alright."

"Mr. Ding, can we start now? Please describe your body refining and qi circulation method again. We'll make notes here."

"Okay, I'll only say what I can understand."

"That's for the best."

After all, you can be replaced. After your level has been taught, and after the master has entered the ranks, everyone can happily go to the sheep village to catch the next sheep after their levels rise.

"The first step for a martial artist is body refining. When you're young, you first train the basics."

Si Niang immediately felt a little bored when she heard this, and said,

"Well, isn't this master beyond saving?"

Not to mention that the master is already so old, just talking about tempering the muscles and bones from a young age, how many years would that take?

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Because when you're young, you're actually just laying a foundation, and you won't do too much strenuous training. After all, when people are young, their bones haven't fully developed. You can practice some fist forms, but if you start forcibly cultivating at that time, except for those outstanding disciples in large clans who have enough natural treasures to replenish, for most martial artists, it's like killing the chicken to get the eggs."

"Did you hear what the teacher said? Listen carefully and don't interrupt."

The blind man Bei warned Si Niang.

"I know, I know." Si Niang gave a perfunctory bow.

"The root of a person lies in qi and blood. For martial artists, the ninth rank, entering the ranks, is to refine the qi and blood.

Each family has its own martial arts methods, and the methods of circulating qi are also different. What I'm going to say below is from my sect.

First, qi gathers in the empty valley."

"Is the empty valley here? Or here?"

The other party's explanation was different from the acupuncture points in the blind man Bei's world, so the blind man Bei could only rely on the silver coin to try each position one by one.

"A little higher, yes, here, that's it."

"Oh, here."

The location of the empty valley is a little above the person's navel.

Under the control of the blind man Bei's mental power, the silver coin landed there.

"Si Niang, do it."

"Okay."

Si Niang picked up a needle threaded with thread and directly pierced it into that position on A Ming's body.

"............" Ding Hao.

"How does it feel?" The blind man Bei asked A Ming.

"What kind of feeling do you want?" A Ming asked back.

"Is there a little bit, a warm feeling?"

"My blood is cold."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Then, the blind man Bei "looked" at Ding Hao again, and said, "Sir, what's next?"

"This... this, Mr. Bei, we can draw diagrams, we don't have to do this..."

Such a big silver needle, piercing directly in, is like using the human body as an embroidery cloth.

Even Ding Hao, who had experienced great storms, felt his eyelids twitching.

It's like how even brave police officers are afraid of toothaches.

But this man lying on the bed board seemed like nothing was happening, letting them do whatever they wanted.

"It's okay, drawing diagrams isn't three-dimensional enough. Using models, firstly, it wastes time, and secondly, there's no better specimen reference than a living human body.

Please continue."

"Oh, okay, after gathering qi in the empty valley, the qi divides into five paths, going to the person's limbs and head, entering the left you, right you, left chen, right chen, and Shentai."

"Here? Then here, and then, here?"

"Yes, those are the five acupuncture points."

"Um, I see, Si Niang, do it."

"Okay."

Five more needle holes appeared on A Ming's body.

When Si Niang was embroidering at the position of A Ming's brow, A Ming looked at Si Niang and reminded,

"If my brain is damaged, I'll die."

Other places can be used casually, but the brain is more fragile.

"Alright, I know what I'm doing." Si Niang was very dissatisfied that A Ming didn't trust her skills.

Ding Hao had become a bit numb to embroidering on a living person, but after the embroidery was done, without waiting for the blind man Bei to ask again, he took the initiative to say,

"After that, it's the qi and blood return, entering the heart and lungs!"

Hearing this, the blind man Bei asked while signaling Si Niang to continue embroidering the circuit diagram:

"This is to gather all the qi and blood in the body, and then stimulate the heart and lung function, right?

After this stimulation, the remaining qi will naturally gather in the empty valley again, and then re-divide and go out again, to carry out a new cycle?"

Ding Hao understood the blind man Bei's words and nodded,

"Yes."

The blind man Bei reached out and pushed the non-existent glasses frame on his face,

And continued to analyze and understand:

"This is a way to concentrate the power in the body, use the heart and lungs as an accelerator, and then accelerate the speed again. Under the repeated cycle, it can increase and improve the functions of this body in all aspects exponentially.

Is that what you mean, Mr. Ding?"

"Um... although I don't know what the accelerator Mr. Bei is talking about is, but, I feel that Mr. Bei is right."

"Um, then I can understand. Those martial artists who glow are a manifestation of qi and blood acceleration. What does this luster depend on? Is it power attribute?"

"Everyone is different, but the color is distinguished according to the five elements and other power characteristics."

"Um, in that case, those whose bodies can only release light and then disappear, it means that their acceleration is only a short-term acceleration and cannot last;

And those who can maintain the glowing state throughout the battle have melted this cycle of qi and blood into a dynamic balance. As long as the qi and blood in the body are not exhausted, it can continue to operate."

"Yes, generally speaking, being able to glow proves that you have touched the threshold of a martial artist's realm. In some small families, you can also be a worshiper. In the army, you can also be a small leader. And a true ninth-rank martial artist is like a scholar who has passed the imperial examination, which can be regarded as entering the hall and entering the room, and can be regarded as a local figure.

When I joined the army, I learned martial arts in the army. In five years, I achieved half-step ninth rank, and in another ten years, I finally entered the ranks of ninth-rank martial artists, which can be called the fastest in the army!"

Whenever people talk about their past glorious deeds, their faces will always show a kind of radiant brilliance.

The blind man Bei was too lazy to cooperate with Ding Hao's bragging,

But reached out and patted A Ming on the shoulder,

And said:

"Come, try it, anyway, the route of qi circulation has been embroidered on your body, just follow the circuit diagram."

A Ming frowned slightly and said, "I haven't understood what the qi in qi and blood means."

The blind man Bei didn't care and said, "When you encounter an unfamiliar character, you probably won't go wrong if you pick the character you know on the left or right to pronounce it.

You don't understand what qi is, but you can control blood, so control the blood to go a certain distance. If the blood goes fast, it should be able to bring up the wind, which is qi."

"What you said makes so much sense that I can't refute it."

"Try it."

"You can't try it easily, you have to do it little by little, starting with gathering qi, and then slowly dividing it out all the way. Practicing martial arts must be gradual.

First temper the body well, have a strong physique, and then circulate the qi, so that the risk can be reduced to the minimum, you can't eat a fat man in one bite... This... how is this possible!"

Ding Hao's words got stuck,

Because he saw,

A red light blooming from A Ming's body lying on the bed board!

"This... this... this..."

Ding Hao's mouth was wide open. This tough man in the army had never been so flustered as he was now, because the things he had encountered before were still within his understanding.

But the scene in front of him had already subverted his cognition a bit.

He was just lying on the bed and being embroidered,

And then immediately... actually... actually...

"This is... half-step ninth rank?"

A Ming looked at the shocked Ding Hao with a smile on his face,

Raised his hand,

Flicked his wrist,

Like nothing had happened,

And said:

"It's pretty simple."