Shuangling: Braving the Rapids

Early in the morning, Cheng Dong took the initiative to find Master Ding.

After explaining his purpose, the old Taoist priest ignored him until Cheng Dong took out a brand-new pair of floral shorts and two bags of melon seeds, at which point he reluctantly agreed to give Hu Xiaozhen a massage.

After packing up the things, Cheng Dong carried Master Ding to Hu Xiaozhen: "Lie down on the bed and let Master Ding give you a massage!"

This time, the unruly Hu Xiaozhen cooperated quite well, lying face down like a dried salted fish.

Master Ding didn't rush to start. He first performed a set of Tai Chi haphazardly, then frequently practiced breathing exercises to regulate his energy. After a serious exercise, Master Ding jumped up and landed on Hu Xiaozhen's buttocks.

The scene was somewhat indecent, but the prisoners were already used to it. They saw Master Ding stretch out his hands, his fingertips applying pressure, and kneading various acupoints on Hu Xiaozhen's body.

Start slowly and then increase the speed; start gently and then increase the intensity. Before long, Hu Xiaozhen's head tilted further and further to the side, and he was making panting and wheezing sounds from his throat.

After loosening his muscles and bones, the old Taoist priest raised his hand and slapped Hu Xiaozhen's back. With a "slap slap" sound, beads of sweat appeared on Hu Xiaozhen's forehead, and his pale face finally regained some color.

"Your meridians are open, it's time to infuse them with true energy!" Master Ding grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him up. "Legs together, straighten your back!"

After saying that, he turned around and positioned himself in front of Hu Xiaozhen, pressing his two thumbs against Hu's temples and rubbing them. After only a couple of rubs, Hu Xiaozhen let out a comfortable "hmm" sound.

The surrounding prisoners watched with envy, and even Cheng Dong was planning to find the old Taoist priest to loosen his muscles next time.

As everyone was whispering among themselves, Master Ding suddenly changed his tactics. He pinched the veins on both sides of Hu Xiaozhen's neck with his two thumbs, and with a sudden burst of force, completely sealed off the Futu and Tianding acupoints on her neck!

At this moment, cold sweat broke out on Cheng Dong's back. He had sparred with Master Ding more than once or twice, and he knew the strength of the other's fingertips better than anyone. Now that he saw the old Taoist using "acupressure" on Hu Xiaozhen's carotid artery, he was really worried that the kid would die on the spot.

Cheng Dong opened his mouth to say something, but in an instant, Master Ding suddenly pulled his hands away, and Hu Xiaozhen's head tilted to the side, collapsing onto the bed like a rag doll.

"Old Ding! Look what you've done!"

Cheng Dong flashed to Hu Xiaozhen's side and placed his hand over her mouth and nose. He couldn't feel any breath for a moment, which made his hand twitch in fright.

At this moment, Master Ding sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing, saying leisurely, "Don't rush, you'll exhale soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hu Xiaozhen exhaled a breath of stale air and, in full view of everyone, actually fell asleep snoring.

Cheng Dong was still worried, but seeing Hu Xiaozhen's brows relax and her chest rise and fall evenly, he finally felt relieved. "Amazing, she really managed to fall asleep!"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners all echoed in agreement:

"The Taoist priest is amazing! This is a fucking secret technique!"

"Wow! He's got the kung fu skills of those on TV!"

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These are moves that only appear in martial arts novels, yet someone in real life can actually use them. Could it be that the old Taoist priest has really learned some martial arts secrets?

It's not surprising that an ordinary person would have this thought, but Cheng Dong is a trained practitioner, so he can naturally understand the intricacies. This isn't some kind of "true qi infusion" mystical technique at all; it's purely a massage technique for acupoints.

"Acupressure" is not magic; it's widely practiced in Traditional Chinese Medicine and used for massage and health maintenance. In martial arts, it becomes a means of defeating an enemy: by accurately locating a person's joints, meridians, and vital points, a single pinch can be fatal. Last time, the old Taoist flicked Cheng Dong's elbow, causing his entire forearm to immediately go limp; this time, pinching Hu Xiaozhen's Futu and Tianding acupoints on his neck directly knocked him unconscious. The human body's functions are truly wondrous; this is the mystery behind it.

Master Ding completely ignored the prisoners' flattery and pretended to stand guard in front of Hu Xiaozhen, claiming to be practicing his magic to protect her, but in reality, he was watching to see if the drug dealer would suddenly die.

Everyone held their breath and waited for seven or eight minutes, watching as Hu Xiaozhen's snoring gradually weakened. Suddenly, the old Taoist priest slapped Hu Xiaozhen on the top of his head, and Hu Xiaozhen froze, actually opening his sleepy eyes!

"Thank you, Daoist Master!" Hu Xiaozhen stretched first, then bowed repeatedly to Daoist Master Ding. "After so many days, I finally got a good night's sleep!"

"What else do you feel in your body?" Master Ding asked with a half-closed eye and a smile.

"So light it could float! How can I put it? It's even more comfortable than sleeping with a woman!"

Upon hearing this, the prisoners burst into laughter.

Several prisoners who suffered from chronic insomnia immediately surrounded him, wanting to "infuse him with true energy." But Master Ding waved his hand: "This method depletes one's vital energy; it can only be used three times a year at most."

Guessing that the other party was trying to raise the price, some people offered their treasured beef jerky, others offered two pairs of new underwear, but this time, the old Taoist didn't even lift his eyelids. It seemed that these prices weren't worth him making a move.

Under Master Ding's guidance, Hu Xiaozhen sat cross-legged on the bed, while the others, feeling bored, dispersed.

At this moment, Cheng Dong pulled Master Ding aside and said with a hint of reproach, "Master Ding, you're not being fair! Why didn't you teach me such a powerful killing move before!"

"You brat! You haven't even mastered those few finger flicks, and you want to play with advanced techniques? Let me tell you, this is inside the cell. If we were outside, I wouldn't teach you even if you gave me two gold ingots!"

Cheng Dong glanced sideways at Master Ding: "You old Taoist, you're incredibly cunning! You just want me to pay for a lawyer for you, right? Fine, I agree! Now teach me that acupoint striking technique, deal?"

"You're quite the learner, buddy!" Master Ding chuckled. "Seeing your enthusiasm, I'll teach you the ropes now. But let me warn you, this move is more dangerous than the previous ones. You have to be careful with the pressure when pressing your thumb on a person's carotid artery, or it could be fatal!"

Faced with Master Ding's warning, Cheng Dong suddenly realized what was going on. He slapped his forehead and said, "Haha, I understand now. Let me try it on you, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Master Ding's expression changed. "Don't be ridiculous! Your strength might just kill me! Here's what you do... you first..."

Next, Master Ding began to teach Cheng Dong step by step. However, this "acupressure to aid sleep" technique cannot be learned in a day or two; without accumulated training, it definitely won't work...