Rebirth of Merry Comprehension

"Poisonous insect? Big poisonous insect?" Before Uncle Zhong could say anything, Mo Li walked directly in front of the little girl, grabbed the white and tender wrist, and put his index and middle fingers on it to examine it.

"Huh?" Almost at the same time, an infinite light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes. If he saw it correctly, the good-for-nothing young master just now... he seemed to... have used martial arts. How could he not have any cultivation?

Possibly perform martial arts?

"few--"

Just as he was about to ask something, the old man's expression suddenly changed again.

At this moment, Mo Li actually took out a handful of silver needles, and with just a flick of his wrist, the dozens of silver needles were accurately inserted into thirteen large acupoints on the little girl's chest, and even

, there are some acupuncture points that even he doesn’t know about.

this--

The old man was stunned. How sharp his vision was. He couldn't tell how the thirteen silver needles were inserted before. But after careful observation, Uncle Zhong's eyes were even more horrified. The length and thickness of the thirteen needles

They are all different, but the depth and intensity of penetration into the acupoints are exactly the same, without any deviation.

How can this be?

The old man suddenly felt his mouth dry.

Watching the young man quickly shoot out more than a dozen silver needles again, expertly inserting them into positions he had never seen before, Uncle Zhong's expression finally became cautious, and he quietly stood at the door.

The young man was locked up in front of him and looking at the acupuncture points that he didn't know about. The old man's eyes became hot and he secretly wrote down the locations.

He is in the innate realm, the ninth level of martial arts. As long as he can refine enough acupoints throughout his body, he can officially open up the whole body and circulate the innate energy to form a small Zhoutian. If the Zhoutian becomes one, why should he not be able to cross it?

Enter the realm of refining qi.

It's a pity that the location and functions of these acupuncture points on the entire continent are the secrets of the immortal sects. Even people in the immortal sects can't get accurate inheritance. Not everyone can learn it if they want to.

"Hahahaha, look at the body of the dragon, look at the body of the dragon!"

Just when Uncle Zhong was thinking wildly, Mo Li suddenly screamed over there. Seeing the joy on his face and dancing, Uncle Zhong became curious again!

"Hahahaha!" Looking at Uncle Zhong's weird eyes, Mo Li finally realized what was wrong with him, cut off the half-laughing voice and swallowed it alive.

"Uh-Grandpa Zhong, have you seen it?"

Smiling awkwardly, Mo Li didn't hide anything. Uncle Zhong was a loyal servant left by his grandfather, and when he was a child, he often peed on the old man's neck. Although he had been there for three years now,

It's a little bit raw, but the affection can't be erased.

"Master, are you able to practice now?" After hearing Mo Li's "Grandpa Zhong," Uncle Zhong visibly trembled, and then he asked in a trembling voice with tears in his eyes.

Thousands of words were choked up in an instant, leaving only such a blunt but direct question.

"Yeah!" Without hiding anything, Mo Li nodded slowly: "It's just that I don't want too many people to know about it yet!"

"Hahahaha, Master, have you heard, have you seen, Li'er can practice, he is not a waste, he knows how to tolerate... Hahahaha, wuwuwuwu, God has opened his eyes, the ancestors of the Mo family have opened their eyes.

…”

Sure enough, after hearing Mo Li's affirmative answer, the old man burst into tears. He didn't have the demeanor of an innate master at all. It took him a long time to stop, wiped away his tears, and looked so proud.

He was happy to have broken through the realm of Qi training.

"Then young master..." At this moment, Uncle Zhong had completely let go of all the dissatisfaction he had with this young master in his heart.

As soon as he was restrained when he entered the door, his whole body was like a sword out of his body. Not to mention his murderous aura, his whole body was extremely energetic.

Especially when he saw Mo Li's miraculous acupuncture skills before, the old man's hope that had been extinguished for many years suddenly started to burn involuntarily, and his original intention of sitting back and waiting for death disappeared in an instant.

"I don't plan to let others know that I can practice yet. This assassination is definitely not that simple. In addition, my status in the Mo family has plummeted, and the original reputation of the nine aristocratic families has also been lost. For the time being, we must

Be patient!"

Mo Li squinted his eyes, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly rolled out, but it frightened the old man next to him. What did he see? This young master who had no power to restrain a chicken, and who was notorious before, could actually emit it.

Such a powerful murderous aura?

Although it was fleeting, the old man still felt sweat on his back. It felt like he was being entangled by evil spirits, pure Shura hell.

In an instant, the old man's previously upright body became slightly shorter, and his waist was slightly arched. The emotions in his eyes were immediately swept away. He looked at everything and said calmly: Don't worry, young master, there is nothing for me today.

Saw, heard nothing!”

"Well! Grandpa Zhong, you can do a few things for me..."

After whispering for more than half an hour, the old man carefully closed the door of Mo Li's room and left quietly.

"Hehe, although this old man is a bit ambitious, he is also truly loyal to our Mo family. Besides... the dark shadow that day is definitely not him..."

After Uncle Zhong had completely retreated for a while, Mo Li, who was sitting at the table, smiled strangely and took out a dark black silver needle hidden in his sleeve and touched his chest. Mo Li secretly laughed at his own caution.

After gathering his mood, he finally raised his eyes to a cowhide book on the table. This was a martial arts book "Iron Bone Mountain Palm" left by the old man. It was a martial arts secret book that could be used to cultivate to the innate realm.

Gently stuffing the book into his arms, Mo Li's eyes finally shone, and he rubbed his shoulders and hands in great excitement. Looking at the porcelain doll lying squarely on his bed, he couldn't help but drop a drop of crystal from the corner of his mouth, passing through his needle.

Wow, this little girl has already fallen into a deep sleep.

Then he secretly locked the door inside and released the centipede. Then he jumped onto his big bed and started to unbutton the little girl's clothes...

Ahem, what are you doing? Blink, that’s evil, I don’t have that hobby...

By the way, during the new book period, please give me a thumbs up and click on the book to save it. Thank you, Xiaomo!

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