In fact, acupuncturing the meridians is not so mysterious. First, the so-called acupuncturing does not mean that the "sunflower acupuncturist" can’t move, but that people can’t move when they are touched. Secondly, the point of acupuncturing is "just in time", which means that the expert can touch the body at once in the process of fighting. Once he is energetic, it will hurt his muscles and bones. As a result, a generation can’t point it. What he can say is that acupuncturing is not to point, but to poke along with the opponent’s strength.
Although Qu Yong can fly through the air, it is absolutely impossible for him to stab his opponent’s acupuncture points in a fight, unless the other side is motionless and asks you to stab the acupuncture points in the Wulin. The hand shape is a sword tactic, and the index finger and the middle finger are stacked together. Every school has its own set of cultivation techniques in Xingyiquan, that is, splitting and grasping Xingyiquan. There are "three tips" in the ancient spectrum, which means that the fingers stand up and firm, that is, they have to put the ancient spectrum "three bows, three hugs, three bends, and three bends"
The so-called ups and downs are also ups and downs, and ups and downs are also ups and downs like waves. On the other hand, ups and downs are always elbow-to-elbow and hand-to-hand. This is the essence of Xingyiquan, and it is also known that only when there is something can there be something.
Although Qu Yong has got through the Taiyin Lung Meridian, his thumb can emit dark energy, but it is still weak. Acupoint is that two fingers in food need to practice six swords in form and meaning after twelve meridians, and then point to the sword to really achieve acupuncture.
But even now this is enough for Liu Daqing to stand his indecision and look at QuYong and ask "you"
"My name is Qu Yong," Qu Yong said faintly. "Even if we are not a village, we are not far apart. If we don’t look up and see, we will make such a fuss. Do we have to shovel people’s stoves?"
"You pack what force! Speak old-fashioned! " Liu Daqing ate a dark loss, but his son didn’t know. Then Liu Fei cried, "Today we cannot father will tear down his stove. What do you want? My uncle is a court, and our family is justified today! "
"Shovel the stove, right?" Qu Yong saw that his typical bullying and fear of hard work was that his tiger-shaped fist was too powerful to hit someone, and he thought of a compromise. "How about I shovel for Uncle Cheng?"
Chapter sixty-six A palm split brick
Liu Fei saw that his two sentences actually shocked QuYong, who almost even believed that he was justified and triumphant. "Since you have come to do it, that’s ok. Hey, hey, you can’t father kung fu."
Liu Daqing had eaten QuYong kui, but he couldn’t guess what QuYong was doing. But since QuYong said he would shovel the stove, he had no reason not to promise to be "good".
Into uncle "Ayong? Will you shovel? "
"Don’t worry, Uncle Cheng." Qu Yong smiled and said with relief, "I know how to do it." He looked around again and went to the corner of the courtyard to pick up a broken brick. This red brick was taken home by Uncle Cheng and prepared to build a kennel. Qu Yong put it in his hand and weighed two "I’ll choose you."
"What are you doing?" Although Liu Fei didn’t go out to mix, he often heard his younger brother Liu Xing say that brick breaks martial arts and kills an old martial artist with one brick. He said that this kind of red brick can be seen everywhere, which makes it amazing and lethal. It’s hard to find out what it is to mix the three magic weapons on the street. When he saw that Qu Yong actually picked up a brick to hit someone, his courage shrank again. "Don’t mess around?"
"Nothing," said Qu Yong with a smile. "I haven’t shoveled the stove for a long time. How about trying a brick first?"
"What do you want to try with bricks?"
"Try your hand!" Qu Yong suddenly glared and opened his right palm violently like a big axe. He was out of the dark and listened to the wind. The brick was split in two.
All of a sudden, everyone is sad. This brick chopping is very common in Jianghu juggling. Often, some experts can pose and split several bricks at once, but in real life, no one can split a brick with one hand. This person is still an ordinary college student.
Qu Yong didn’t try to figure out how many bricks he could break with this split fist, but just now he still had a dark energy. I didn’t expect to break the skin easily without wearing it out at all. It seems that he has reached a dark energy stage and it really has entered a brand-new road.
"How about it?"
Liu Daqing’s father looked ugly and stammered, "You have something to say. Although you are not a village, you are also a local villager. Don’t want it."
"Now I know it’s folks," said Qu Yong with disdain. "Since you are willing to talk well, let’s say that you said that a small fish injured your son and the police station handled it?"
"Yes, I did." Liu Daqing took out a few pieces of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to Qu Yong. He looked at his eyes and diagnosed it as multiple knife cuts. He sighed gently. "How much do you want?"
"twenty or twenty thousand"
"Twenty thousand so much?" QuYong was taken aback.
Liu Daqing said, "The doctor said that my son’s muscles were cut off several times. The most serious knife was stabbed in the ass."
"Ass?" Qu Yong thought for a moment and frowned. "What’s wrong with the ass? How can it be the most serious?"
Liu Daqing saw him frown and cried foul. "I don’t know. The doctor said it seemed to be too deep. He stabbed a sitting nerve in half. It would cost a lot of money for my son to prepare for rehabilitation training for at least half a year. The doctor said that 20 thousand yuan from surgery to rehabilitation was the most economical."
"Sit on the sciatic nerve?" Qu Yong didn’t expect this knife to stab the sciatic nerve buried deep in layers of muscles. It is really troublesome. In fact, these street gangsters are very particular about fighting. Generally, fists, benches and bricks rarely come under control. Even knives are knives, and people are usually cut with knives. It looks scary, but the injury is not serious, but stabbing can stab people. They all choose fleshy places. The most common knife is butt, but this time it’s not bad luck for a small fish or Liu Xing. This knife actually stabbed the sciatic nerve very deeply.
Sciatic nerve is the largest nerve in the limb, which dominates the muscle sensation and movement of the limb. Modern people often sit in class and tend to be a little old. Besides lumbar protrusion, it is likely that sciatica will hurt the nerve, which is very troublesome. The situation is such a big nerve.
"Twenty thousand dollars?" Qu Yong scratched his head and said to Uncle Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, how much money do you have now?"
Uncle Cheng saw that Qu Yong could break a brick with one hand and negotiate with Liu Daqing. He was supercilious. He sat up and took notice of Qu Yong early. Where did he know that Qu Yong would have stage fright after seeing such a small role as Liu Daqing outside during this period? He truthfully said, "What money is there in our family? Three thousand dollars have been given to them early in these years."
"Three thousand is not enough!" Liu Fei hid behind his father and screamed.
Qu Yong also felt a little less. He said to Liu Daqing, "Did your son have surgery?"
Liu Daqing said, "It’s already the fourth day. The hospital has already owed people that if they don’t take the money, they will stop taking the medicine. We have already spent five or six thousand dollars on surgery alone."
Qu Yong made up his mind to say, "I can’t stop talking about medicine like this." He took out his own money and said, "I have two thousand here, so you can take out the hospital medicine first."
Liu Fei grabbed the money and muttered, "How can two thousand be enough?"
"So what do you want?" Qu Yonghu stared and said, "Do you really want to shovel the kitchen stove?"
Now QuYong tiger has become a glaring body, but there is a tiger lurking in it. That Liu Fei turned pale at a stare and dared not talk.
Qu Yong added, "Take back the two thousand first, and then we’ll think of some way."
Liu Fei would like to say something about being pulled by Liu Daqing. He said, "Everyone is a villager. If my son’s injury was really heavy this time, we wouldn’t have rushed to the door like this. Let’s take the two thousand first."
They walked out the door to watch the villagers see that Liu Daqing has gone and dispersed in a hubbub. There are still a few people who have to ask Qu Yong how to split bricks with one hand and whether he has learned martial arts.
Fortunately, Qu Yong had thought about the explanation before splitting the brick, otherwise he wouldn’t show it in front of everyone. Wouldn’t it be nice to tell everyone that he can do martial arts and listen to him unhurriedly? "This kind of brick has long been unstable after being beaten by wind and rain, and my brick splitting is actually based on science. One is the impulse theorem, and the other is the lever principle. First of all, we must hang the brick so that the force is not scattered. According to the formula of the impulse theorem, when people are fast and complete the brick splitting in a short time, it is enough to generate a great force to split the brick in two." Half when there are more hanging parts of the brick, in fact, my left hand forms a labor-saving lever, which will be amplified when the force is applied to the more labor-saving distal end, so it is easier to split the brick. "
His long speech is also a knowledge of physics. Except for a few young people who are too high, they are all confused and brave. When they see that everyone is still not white, they point to one of the crew cut roads. "Don’t you have a network in Wang Zili?" You go back to the internet and check it out. "
Then crew cut Wang Zili said, "Really?"
"Right, everyone is scattered." QuYong no longer explained that he pushed everyone out of the courtyard backhand door. Uncle Cheng saw that they finally left and sat down on the ground, shaking his head. "Ayong today, if it weren’t for your uncle Cheng, you wouldn’t be able to live."
Qu Yong also sighed and said, "This is the money I earned from working. My dad is much better now and he doesn’t spend as much money as before. Uncle Cheng, don’t worry."
"Ah," Cheng Shu looked at Qu Yong and thought about his own son. Both of them grew up drinking water from a village. Why is the difference so big? "By the way, Ayong, thank you for being an uncle this time."
"It’s nothing," Qu Yong said without worry. "Although Chen Daqing has left this time, his son is still in the hospital asking for money every day. What should I do?"
"I really can’t help it. I have been able to borrow money for years. That disappointing beast has already borrowed it." Cheng Shuli "I can’t sell honeysuckle in the ground. It seems that God is going to accept me!"
"Honeysuckle?" Qu Yong knew that Cheng Shu was one of the few farmers who still planted medicines in the village. The medicinal materials in their village were famous for hundreds of miles in Fiona Fang. However, since the large-scale drug dealer industry appeared in Ningbo and a large number of mechanical plants were introduced, the whole market in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces was swallowed up by this giant crocodile. A small village like Qu Yong was swallowed up, and there was almost no spray. "Uncle Cheng, why didn’t Uncle Li accept honeysuckle this year?"
"Hey," Cheng Shu sighed, "It’s not that he won’t accept it, but that the price is too low for me to sell it."
"Is Li Shu’s bid very low?"
"It’s not that he thinks it’s not that the surface pressure is too low. In previous years, the first-class honeysuckle 3 yuan per kilogram of second-class honeysuckle 15 yuan per kilogram of third-class yuan per kilogram of green flowers 5 yuan per kilogram of white flowers 4 yuan per kilogram of sulfur smoked yellow honeysuckle can also 3 yuan per kilogram, but this year’s first-class honeysuckle is only 2 per kilogram. How can this be sold?" Uncle Cheng pulled a long face and said, "Ningbo is planted on a large scale, and their price is naturally low. It will be ripe and rotten in the ground in a few days."
Chapter sixty-seven Mortgage to you
Qu Yong thought that Boss Cao’s family was engaged in medicinal materials business, although his family mainly engaged in western medicine business, but now he can treat a dead horse as a living horse. He said, "Isn’t it a waste of things for uncle Cheng to rot in the ground? You’d better collect it from the ground first and see how many there are."
"Why? You have a road? " Uncle Cheng just saw that Qu Yong’s affair was over. Qu Yong looked at it as the last straw. "I have kept flowers in honeysuckle in those fields. Now I have to dry it in 9 kilograms to 1 kilogram. At least there are 3 kilograms and almost 4 kilograms of white flowers. How can I sell more than 4 yuan if I put it in previous years? But I will not sell it if I can get 2 pieces this year."
"I’ll ask first." QuYong is not sure that Cao’s boss will accept it at home. Besides, even if he wants to accept the price, it may be very low. After all, the market price in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is almost the same. Although Cao’s boss is familiar with QuYong, no one can lose money on business. "Uncle Cheng, I’ll try to help you sell honeysuckle, but the price."
"I know," Cheng Shu has already been disheartened after this change. He waved and said, "Without Ayong Cheng Shu, I will receive the goods and then mortgage it to you, okay?"
"Mortgage me?"
"Yes," Cheng Shu said, "I thought about the conditions in your family, and I know that you gave me both of them. What should I do if your father gets sick again and again? What about my honeysuckle? You have to sell it to your uncle Li Shu or your friend. It’s worth almost 20% at last. Uncle is really afraid that you can be so wronged if you have no money to pay back. "
"I" QuYong saw his face self-effacing and knew that the burden of life had overwhelmed the man deeply. He promised, "Uncle Cheng, don’t say that. I’ll help you sell it. Look at this. I’ll pay you back how much I sold."
"Whatever." Uncle Cheng couldn’t help sighing at the bare stone wall.
QuYong and comfort a few words, and then go home haven’t walked into the hospital to see his mother the fork wear a waist waiting at the door "come back? ！”
QuYong way "? What’s wrong with mom? "
Mother Qu Yong said, "I heard that you gave Uncle Cheng 2 yuan to help him pay his debts?"
"Well," Qu Yong nodded and walked into the house. "That’s my recent job money. I think my uncle’s family can help me. Don’t you often educate me to help each other?"
"You’re right to help people," QuYong mom was a little worried. "But that’s your hard-earned money. 2 yuan. Did you really write an iou as an uncle? People don’t ask, so you are so eager to send the door? "
"Mom" Qu Yong knows that his mother is distressed by money. This is not to say that his mother is stingy and reluctant to help others. But 2 yuan is a lot of money for their family. Qu Yong just took it out at will and lent it to others. She was not in a hurry. "Mom borrowed our money without saying anything when we wanted to see a doctor?"