"Then take a look."

Wen Ye took out the sandalwood box from his satchel and opened it with a click, revealing a row of slender silver needles inside.

In the autumn sunshine that shines in through the flower window, clusters of silver light burst out.

Wen Ye looked at the silver needles in these sandalwood boxes with a look of distress on his face.

"how?"

Zhao Changan was puzzled.

"Pricking quail eggshells with silver needles is very expensive!"

"Holy shit!"

"Don't scream. I only have thirty-five of them. My grandfather also used meteorite and mixed it with iron. But I have tested it and found that the content is about 36%. The hardness and conductivity are not as good as those of the hundred in your hand.

Eight good men. Your content is 70%, and its hardness and conductivity are much better than mine. Not to mention quail egg shells, even egg shells can be pierced casually."

"A little bit of meteorite, look at how stingy you are. A silver needle weighs less than 0.5 grams. Even your thirty-five needles made of meteorite only use 20 grams of meteorite. You can easily get it for two hundred yuan."

"It doesn't make sense to say that you are ignorant, because you are indeed understandably ignorant. It is not easy to find someone who truly meets the requirements. You can only meet the requirements but cannot ask for them. Don't you understand?"

"The more you brag, the more mysterious you become!"

Zhao Changan sneered and asked suddenly, "Then where did you get these?"

"Have you forgotten, your tungsten iron heavy sword?"

"how?"

Before going to bed in Shiqiao, Zhao Changan always liked to go to Wen Ye's medicine garden on the roof to pick up a few "Zhao's Sword Techniques" that Wen Ye gave him.

The trouble was left in Wen Ye's bedroom on the second floor.

"The dragon pattern on the sword hilt is a bit superfluous. I helped you change it. The shaved iron clay was mixed with silver to make these one hundred and eight silver needles."

"How did you change it?"

Zhao Changan asked curiously.

"Just change the dragon into a snake."

Wen Ye spoke lightly while picking up a silver needle and disinfecting it with alcohol.

"Holy shit, even if you make the sword thinner, it's still stronger than this, snake pattern? How unimpressive!"

"Being divorced from reality is delusion. If you can draw snake patterns, you are a god. Why are you thinking about dragons? Your one hundred and eight needles correspond to one hundred and eight acupuncture points, and there are inscriptions engraved on the wall of each needle.

One needle is for one acupoint, make no mistake. The needle capsules in the needle box also have their own

There are words, don’t get confused. I can draw two pulse lines with one needle. If you are careful, you can get three. You can’t do it. I guess you won’t be able to reach the level of two-line selection in this life. Alas, you can’t even tell me.

If you don’t understand, you will understand in a few years, so telling you now is a waste of time.”

Wen Ye took out a silver needle from the alcohol and casually inserted it into a quail egg placed on the table.

Then let go.

"Buzz~"

The silver needles trembled happily on it, and in the golden autumn sunshine, they vibrated at high frequency, creating a pale golden fan-shaped afterimage.

It shivered for nearly thirty seconds before gradually stopping.

In Zhao Changan's keen sight, the quail eggs were motionless on the smooth huanghuali table.

It's not like what he typed out, he's staggering around like a drunkard, and sometimes he has to hold it in place with his hands.

Wen Ye pulled out the silver needle, disinfected it with alcohol, wiped it with cotton cloth, disinfected it with alcohol again, wiped it with cotton cloth again, and then put the silver needle into the box.

"I just discovered that you have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's love."

Wen Ye gestured towards Zhao Changan: "No, knock it open and take a look."

Zhao Changan picked up the quail eggs, banged them on the edge of the jdz bowl, and then opened them.

A intact quail egg lies at the bottom of the jdz bowl. The yolk is the yolk and the egg white is the white.

"In the eyes of outsiders, I am no better than you. I am simply a natural egg-beater."

"hehe."

Wen Ye smiled and encouraged Zhao Changan disdainfully: "There are nineteen in total. You can practice slowly. Each one is inserted as deep as the thread I wrapped. If you move the thread, just follow what I wrote on the note.

The length should be re-wound, and each tremor should be no less than 20 seconds, no more than 30 seconds, preferably 27 seconds. When you are ready, you can have acupuncture, once every half a month, and you will wake up every three months.

"

"Don't worry, didn't you say you can use the needle tomorrow?"

Zhao Changan heard that Wen Ye's words were wrong and suddenly became a little anxious.

"If you make rapid progress in your studies, you can use needles in the afternoon."

Wen Ye spoke like a frank scoundrel, but Zhao Changan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"I'll go back in the afternoon. The signal here is not good, but there is a landline inside for external contact. Don't worry about the company's affairs for now. It's not only Makino's affairs, but also whether Bai Xue is willing to join Jurassic. Tang Shuang and I

Go and deal with it. I also brought you the tungsten iron heavy sword. In the past few days, you can experience the ancient fantasy martial arts style."

"Is this why you go around so much?"

Zhao Changan didn't understand until now.

"You have to be free."

Wen Ye nodded and admitted: "At first, I thought we had to make money, but now it seems that with your ability, making money is not a problem at all. So what is the most important problem left? The problem of money.

It’s no longer an issue. Then life and the quality of life become the remaining issues, your own life and controlling other people’s lives. So I think you have to stop making money for a while, and it’s not us.”

"Depend on!"

"Don't be dissatisfied. How many of the world's top wealthy people are still obsessed with money when they reach their level? Mountain climbing, crossing the sea, skydiving, and even thinking about landing on the moon are nothing more than wanting to challenge the elastic limit of what life can achieve.

, seeking a deeper meaning of life.”

"Brother, first we have to have so much money before we can talk about these things. If we say it now, people will laugh."

"I have confidence in you, so we don't have to wait until we are forty, fifty or even sixty or seventy years old to consider this issue. We have decades more time to prepare than they do, okay?"

"Actually, my ideal is for——"

"I know, but aren't you interested in knowing what the Earth and the galaxies were like before humans were exposed to extraterrestrial life's seeds of this round on the Earth? Are the Kuiper Belt and Oort Nebula really grazing?

The sheepfold fence set up by the author for life in the solar system.”

"Brother, you are on the show. This is the economic channel where business tycoons rise in the market and lead everyone to get rich. You are on the science fiction channel!"

"Of course we have to fight over the snail horns, but during the fight you have to remember that when you have the chance, you have to pay attention to the sky outside."

"Is it useful to pay attention?"

"Anyone who thinks this way is doomed to stay in Wojiao and become nothingness for the rest of his life."

"Are you a fan of the three-body problem?"

"What mountain?"

"It's either that the mountain is three of three, or that the chaos and instability of the three-body motion seems to have been proposed by Newton in the first place. You liberal arts students don't understand science and can only make blind fantasy."
Chapter completed!