Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

At three o'clock in the afternoon, everyone left the majestic mountain peak, led by He Chengfeng, took a detour to a highway planned by the government, and slowed down to the direction of Heshi.

When they reached the gas station, Zhuo An told them to go into the supermarket to rest for a while: "It will take at least ten hours for the motorcade from Sui City to arrive. We are not in a hurry. We will move forward when we have enough energy."

"Okay." They found a place to sit down.

Chi Yue leaned against the wall in a state of desperation, with her fingertips resting on her right temple, and massaged in circular motions back and forth.

Perhaps it was because she didn't sleep well last night, her temples hurt badly, as if a sharp needle kept pricking her.

"Yueyue, do you have a headache?" Wen Qizhou, who was about to feed her water, frowned when he saw her movements.

Chi Yue made a muffled "um".

Realizing that rubbing didn't have the slightest effect and still hurt, she lowered her hands listlessly: "Get me some painkillers."

She couldn't take it anymore.

She had been patient on the road before, thinking that it would be better if she relaxed, but she didn't expect that the pain was getting worse and worse.

Wen Qizhou opened the zipper of his backpack, searched for acetaminophen, and was about to break a pill when someone stopped him.

"It's three-point medicine." Mingzhang withdrew his hand that was holding him, and walked to Chi Yue's side: "I'll just give her a massage."

He pressed Shangchi Yue's Yintang point with his fingertips, pushed it up to her hairline, then pushed down to her nose bridge, repeated back and forth forty times, then covered the point on the back of her head parallel to the earlobe, and pressed hard few times.

The tingling pain from the needles gradually disappeared, and Chi Yue's tormented nerves were finally relieved during the pressing process.

She looked at him with admiration.

While praising him for his strength, he tied the ponytail on the back of his head again: "Master Ming, do you know Chinese medicine?"

"Well, I learned it when I was young." Mingzhang sat back to his original position, and wiped Xun Song's pretty face with a handkerchief moistened with water.

"How long have you been studying?"

"Five or six years."

"You are really hiding something." Xie Changxiao sighed, "Are all Taoist people so strong? They can not only draw divination symbols, but also martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine. It is a great treasure."

Ge Qinyao: "Indeed." She glanced at Yun Qi, "I thought only Xiao Qi knew how to heal."

"I learned it from my master." Yun Qi, who was lying on the backpack, couldn't hide his pride: "He is also very good at acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?"

"That's right, he cured Xun Song."

"What's wrong with Xun Song?"

"Facial paralysis." He mentioned that when he met Xun Song for the first time, he was lying in swaddling clothes, crying with his mouth crooked.

Chi Yue once guessed their life experience.

Now I know from the side that they are very clear that they were "sent" to the Taoist temple, and they feel a little uncomfortable in their hearts.

However, Xun Song grinned and added: "The master said that Xun Song was wrinkled and drooling all the time when he was young."

"Wrinkled is also very cute." Chi Yue's way of expressing pity and love is to give candies. She took out a handful of colorful fruit candies from her pocket and asked Wen Qizhou to hand them to them.

Wen Qizhou gave each of them half.

Xun Song who got the candy said "Thank you" softly, then poked his head and asked Chi Yue: "Have you seen Xun Song's previous photos?"

"No."

"Then Xun Song will find it for you."

He found a photo album, pouted and moved between her and Wen Qizhou, showing them the photos of him and Yunqi.

The photos are all taken by Mingzhang.

Yun Qi and Xun Song under his lens are sometimes funny and sometimes cute, and every frame is full of warmth.

"It's so obedient." Wen Yaxian took a closer look, and couldn't move her eyes: "The little unicorn still has snot bubbles in this picture."

Yunqi: "..."