There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

The so-called acupressure is actually a special technique that uses internal force to influence the opponent's qi, blood and even meridians through specific acupoints.

The reason for using acupoints is that Qi and blood are particularly sensitive to the state of acupoints.

If acupoints on the arm are blocked, the meridians in the arm and wrist will become blocked, and the blood and qi will stagnate. This will be reflected in the person being acupunctured as feeling that their arm is weak and unresponsive.

When releasing acupoints, it is often necessary to push the uterus to release blood.

Only by allowing stagnant qi and blood to circulate again can normal function be restored.

When acupressure is applied to oneself to stop bleeding, heal wounds, or block the spread of toxins, it is achieved by temporarily suppressing the flow of one's own Qi and blood.

It's somewhat similar to slowing down the metabolic rate and entering a hibernation-like low-power state to await treatment.

If one has a deeper understanding of acupressure, it is not limited to blocking qi and blood, but can also use special acupoints to stimulate qi and blood to make unique stimulation to the body.

For example, you could press his funny bone to make him laugh uncontrollably.

Or it might cause the body's energy and blood to become restless, to the point that one can hardly control their emotions...

Well, in short, the techniques related to how Qi and blood influence bodily changes are incredibly profound, and Jiang Mo hasn't mastered much of them yet.

We have at least glimpsed the principle behind it.

Thus, Jiang Mo stepped forward and unleashed a punch.

This punch aimed straight for the center, its offensive intent was crystal clear and devoid of any clever variations; it could be described as simple and straightforward to the extreme.

Even a farmer who knows nothing about martial arts can throw such a punch.

His strength was mediocre at best; although his punches were powerful, they were only slightly above the level of a normal person, and he had no earth-shattering power whatsoever.

Such a punch is nothing to fear.

The dark-skinned, muscular man felt he could easily catch the punch with one hand, and even if he were hit, it wouldn't hurt or itch at all.

It couldn't break his thick, tough skin at all.

If there was anything unique about Jiang Mo, it was that he actually dared to fight back, which really surprised the dark-skinned, muscular man.

Originally, seeing that this guy handed over the item without saying a word, he thought he was just another spineless coward from the Central Plains. He never expected that this guy would dare to use such a weak and feeble fist to sneak attack him. He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Very well, then I'll show you what true power really is!

No matter how despicable or shameless their cunning tricks are, they will only be utterly crushed in the face of an absolute difference in strength!

With a disdainful snort, the dark-skinned, burly man made no attempt to dodge.

Instead, he straightened his chest and took the initiative to meet the attack, swinging his wood-chopping knife down at Jiang Mo's head, preparing to end the other's boring death struggle as quickly as possible.

Despite his fury, the burly man's response was still far from careless.

That gesture of puffing out one's chest and taking the initiative to greet someone may seem reckless and careless, but there's actually a reason behind it.

The dark-skinned, muscular man not only prepared to fight back by raising his chest, but also cleverly closed the distance between himself and Jiang Mo's fist, preventing Jiang Mo from reaching the optimal point of force and weakening the power of his punch.

There is wisdom in being beaten.

Unfortunately, the tricks used by this dark-skinned, burly man were ineffective against Jiang Mo.

The punch did not have the power to break through his skin's defenses, but the important thing was not how much strength Jiang Mo had put into it, but the internal force emanating from the punch.

One punch landed squarely on the Tanzhong acupoint.

The internal force poured into the fist immediately responded to the punch, attacking the man's body through acupoints, causing the dark-skinned, muscular man's blood and qi to tremble violently.

His entire body froze involuntarily.

The wood-chopping knife, which was originally intended to strike, stopped uncontrollably in mid-air.

The whole process went so smoothly that even Jiang Mo himself was a little surprised. None of the backup plans he had prepared in advance were needed.

However, he immediately put all his efforts into promoting "Riding the Wind and Embracing the Moon".

The already light and agile internal energy immediately flowed out like a gentle breeze, rushing down Jiang Mo's arm and pouring into the dark-skinned, muscular man's body.

It disturbs the flow of qi and blood.

It also subtly stimulated the natal Gu within his body.

Before he could utter a sound, the dark-skinned, burly man's eyelids rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, completely unconscious.

But the effects of that punch still haven't subsided.

This guy was burly and strong, and his internal energy was far more abundant than that of ordinary people. At this moment, Jiang Mo's internal force caused it to surge violently, making his blood vessels bulge out, writhing under his skin like earthworms, as if they might burst at any moment.

Jiang Mo ignored the guy who had been knocked down with a single punch.

With a flick of his toe, he picked up the package that the burly man had just thrown to the ground, caught it, and tore it open for a closer look.

Suddenly, I realized something was wrong.

The package did indeed contain Ganoderma lucidum.

It only resembled the Crimson Blood Mushroom on the outside. After being smashed on the ground by the strong man, causing a crack, the internal details immediately revealed something was wrong.

This thing is actually a fake.

"In just one afternoon, they were able to forge such a fake after hearing Hu Meier announce the exam questions..."

"That's quite interesting."

Jiang Mo wrapped the Ganoderma lucidum up again, and couldn't help but sneer as he recalled the burly man's shouting words.

He didn't linger long, only quickly searching the dark-skinned, muscular man.

He did manage to pull out a snake gallbladder the size of a fist. The aura it emitted was somewhat familiar, seemingly a trophy from the slaughter of that giant red-scaled python.

But now, it naturally belongs to Jiang Mo.

A thief never leaves empty-handed.

With his toes touching the ground, Jiang Mo immediately leaped into the air. Instead of rushing back to Fire Rain Manor, he picked up a leaf and whistled softly.

Jiang Mo remembered clearly who framed him.

Moreover, that guy seems to have South Korean backing, which means he's Jiang Mo's colleague.

If you round it up, then that's an enemy!

How could we let this opportunity slip by so easily?

The whistle echoed through the mountains and forests, attracting flocks of birds to circle around. Just as he had locked onto the dark-skinned, burly man earlier, Jiang Mo cast countless eyes and ears into the lush, verdant forest.

If you happen to encounter a bird in the mountains and forests, who would take special precautions?

Before long, a bird brought good news, and Jiang Mo immediately responded and flew towards the direction it had locked onto.

Whew, whimper~

After running non-stop for a long distance, and hearing no more sounds of fighting behind him, the scholar finally stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree trunk and panting heavily.

Is everything alright now?

Despite the burning pain in his back, the scholar's fear had not completely subsided. Instead of checking his injuries, he subconsciously touched his chest.

The treasure inside was wrapped up very tightly.

This made the scholar breathe a sigh of relief.

It's good that it's still here. It's good that it's still here. This thing was transported here urgently at great cost, just to pass the second young lady's test.

Unexpectedly, the news leaked out.

They were almost taken away by the Baiyue barbarians halfway.

The scholar dared not even imagine what kind of inhumane punishment the mastermind would inflict on him if the item were stolen and the mission failed.

Despite feeling lingering fear, a sense of smugness couldn't help but rise within him.

Fortunately, I had prepared in advance and specially made a fake. In that situation, I diverted the attention of the Baiyue barbarians by shifting the blame to them.

They're just two fools; they're probably fighting tooth and nail for it right now.

Thinking this, the scholar felt as if he had regained some of his strength and was able to continue walking towards Fire Rain Manor so that he could quickly hand over the items in exchange for completing the mission.

He swallowed hard, gathered his breath, and continued running.

With a swaying motion, he actually used a rather skillful lightness skill, running very fast on this rugged mountain road as if it were flat ground.

Just by looking at this move, you can understand why he wasn't taken down by that dark-skinned, burly man.

As he ran at breakneck speed, the walls of Fire Rain Manor soon came into view. The scholar was overjoyed and quickened his pace even further.

Just as they were about to return to the villa, a Taoist figure suddenly appeared around the corner.

"Brother, you've finally made it! I thought you'd disappeared somewhere. Here, your stuff is safe and sound!"

Before he could even see the figure clearly, the scholar felt a great force coming from his shoulder.

Even though the speed was already at its fastest possible level, the guy still managed to grab his shoulder with precision and, while speaking, used his strength to lift the scholar up.

Upon closer inspection of the other person's appearance, the scholar was immediately horrified.

How could it be him?!

Shouldn't this guy be fighting that dark-skinned, muscular man? How come he suddenly appeared here, and even seems to be having a better time than me?

How is that possible?!

For a moment, the scholar couldn't help but wonder if he had encountered a ghost, thinking that what was in front of him was actually a ghost seeking revenge after he had framed it.

Yet the sensation and warmth emanating from my shoulder were so vivid.

Just as he was racking his brains and his mind was about to turn to mush, he felt something being pushed by the other person, trying to shove it into his arms.

Looking down, I saw a rather familiar package.

He could still hear the other person's straightforward words: "Take it, take it, but be careful with your things. You were almost robbed by that strong man just now."

Looking up in surprise, the scholar saw a face with a very honest and simple smile.

Is this guy an idiot?

As this thought flashed through his mind, the scholar suddenly felt that there was still a chance for things to turn around, and all sorts of schemes began to stir in his heart.

Chapter 33 You insisted on giving this to me.