Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 89: Better to Practice on Your Own Body

"Not bad!" Lin Yu's voice suddenly became crisp and forceful, full of powerful confidence, "Although I am now only a remnant soul, unable to sweep your meridians with my spiritual sense so you can clearly view them, I can use a different method — I will guide your sense of qi, letting you use your own body to remember that one-and-only pathway!"

Su Ming felt his heart jolt violently, his breath halted.

"The human body itself is the most precise, most profound map!" Lin Yu's voice echoed in his mind. "When a certain acupoint is stimulated it will produce soreness, numbness, distension, or pain. When another point is touched it will trigger heat, coolness, chill, or flow. Your body will tell you! All I need to do is guide that faint sense of qi and make it run along the absolutely safe route I have deduced. At each crucial acupoint I will use a secret method to stimulate it, so you will imprint its exact location into your soul with the deepest bodily sensation!"

Those words struck like a thunderbolt in the night, instantly cutting through the fog in Su Ming's mind.

He trembled slightly from excitement.

"Master!" he blurted out, "When do we start?"

"No rush." Lin Yu's voice steadied, "Take out the Diagram of the Correct Human Hall you got from Xu Qing. Though rough, it at least marks the general path of the Twelve Principal Meridians. Memorize it first, commit the framework to your heart. Leave the rest to me."

Su Ming immediately fished the piece of coarse hemp paper from his bosom and, by the last thread of light filtering through the window, committed every character and every line to memory.

Night fell deep and silent.

Su Ming sat cross-legged in the courtyard, moonlight like water spilling over the yard.He closed his eyes; the crude Diagram of the Correct Human Hall was already clearly imprinted in his mind.

"Ready, disciple?" Lin Yu's voice came at the right moment.

"Ready, Master!"

"Good. Calm your mind and draw out that thread of sensation from your Dantian." Lin Yu instructed, "Don't be afraid."

Su Ming obeyed. He carefully mobilized the faint glow in his Dantian, coaxing a barely perceptible, warm current out to wander aimlessly through his body.

"Hold it steady. Now, follow my command." Lin Yu's voice sharpened into intense focus. "Imagine your chest, from the midline outward about six cun. Yes, right there. That is Zhongfu, the starting point of the Hand-Taiyin Lung meridian."

Su Ming guided the warm current with thought, slowly moving it toward the position his master had described.

"Very good," Lin Yu praised, "Now keep it there. What comes next may feel…special. Endure it!"

No sooner had he spoken than Su Ming felt as if a cold, thin needle had jabbed suddenly into that spot on his chest!

"Ah!"

He inhaled sharply as the carefully gathered warm current instantly collapsed and scattered. A sharp sour-numb sensation rushed through his chest, nearly jolting him out of meditation.

you to lose focus!" Lin Yu scolded without mercy. "I said endure it! If the qi disperses, gather

odd feeling in his

Yu's inner feelings were far less

intensity of soul-force stimulation, like using chopsticks to pick up a fly. Nearly

second time, when Su Ming again brought the sensation to that

was no longer a needle prick but like a drop of cold

instantly from that point, making half his

Ming held his mind rock-solid and let the sensation circle and familiarize

Now follow down the inner side of the arm about a palm's distance — there

thought, slowly tracing

of the Correct Human Hall that path was only a vague red line, but inside his body

Failure, failure, more failure.

the force was misjudged

intent wavered and the warm flow lost momentum

a fen and produced

Ming's forehead and his back was soaked through. His face was pale, and he had bitten

exhausting than a full day's work in

either. This fine, meticulous operation consumed him greatly as a weak remnant soul. He felt like a burly man with an embroidery needle carving the Riverside Scene

the faint of heart. Had I known it'd be this troublesome,

was completely depleted and he swayed as if

can't go

beginning! Twelve main acupoints on one meridian and you haven't even found

his master's voice. He knew his master

only quietly ran the steps of the Aura

moment later he opened his eyes again, the fatigue in them

"Again!"

the faint thread of qi reached his arm, Su Ming's concentration surpassed anything he'd felt

no longer treated it as a mere task; he used his whole body to feel and

Lin Yu's voice came at the perfect instant in

gentle, precisely-timed

Boom!

felt a tiny little firework explode at that point on his arm. A warm, tingly

Connected!

was, at that moment, linked

success, the remainder of the process, though still

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