Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Gulp.

The Young Master Zheng was dumbstruck and swallowed his saliva. That gigantic boulder was at least twenty kilograms, and it was so hard for him to move it, but it was smashed into smithereens with Jiang Wuchen's punch. This kind of shatter was like a bubble, it instantly exploded.

The crushed rock foam that exploded fell onto Young Master Zheng's head was covered with dirt.

"I can heal your body." Jiang Wuchen repeated what he had just said.

"You …" Young Master Zheng was a little scared. All the previous impressions he had of Jiang Wuchen was gone, to the point that he could smash an incomparably hard boulder to pieces. Was this the kind of strength a bookworm should have?

"Are you serious?" Young Master Zheng asked with a hoarse and weak voice as his eyes glazed over.

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "Do you want to become a normal person, no, a true man that is stronger than normal people?"

"This is my dream!"

"Do you want to catch up to Tang Wenru? To embrace beauty? "

"To me, this is simply a pipe dream."

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "I can do all of these for you."

"Are you really not playing with me? "I am 1.56 meters tall, and wearing shoes that are bigger than the inside is no more than 1.63 meters. I have polio, speak with a big tongue, walk with a flick of my foot, my fingers are inflexible, and I drool whenever I get excited …" Young Master Zheng wiped his mouth as he spoke.

Jiang Wuchen said sincerely, "All of these are not a problem. I can cause your body to develop a second time, and it won't be a problem for you to grow to 1.8 meters."

Putong.

Young Master Zheng kneeled on the ground, tears and snot flowing down her face. "In my entire Zheng Family, no one exceeds 1.72 meters. If you can make me reach 1.88 meters, I'm willing to give you half of the mountain."

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "I don't need it."

"Why did you do that? "What good will it do you to help me so much without paying a single cent?" Young Master Zheng kneeled on the ground and raised his head to look at Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen thought about it, "I think you're pitiful."

"Huh?" "Jiang Wuchen, if you really help me, I, Zheng Shanhe, am willing to be your slave. If you humiliate me, even if I don't want to live, I will find someone to silence you."

"Get up." Jiang Wuchen said, "Is your grandfather called Zheng Yi Hua?"

Young Master Zheng got up from the ground and followed behind Jiang Wuchen, "You … How do you know? "Damn, are you going to investigate me?"

"Yes, that's right." Jiang Wuchen nodded and his gaze turned distant. Zheng Yihua is one of his friends from the Underworld Hell, and when Jiang Wuchen was in a difficult situation, he was selfless enough to help me, Jiang Wuchen.

The biggest regret in his life was the physical condition of his descendants. One was a short stature, the other was weak and sickly, especially his grandson Zheng Shanhe. He had polio when he was born, and that was in the Zheng Family.

The Zheng Family had relied on money to keep him alive, searching for the best hospital, and the best doctor in the world to treat him.

"How did you know about my grandfather?" He's been dead for years and I don't even remember what he looked like. " Zheng Shanhe said behind Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen said: "If you forget your grandfather, then it would be too unfilial. After all, he's always worried about you. "

"Wow, what are you talking about? It's so cold and eerie." Young Master Zheng said, "Jiang Wuchen, you... How are you going to help me? That punch of yours was so awesome, are you really a Martial Cultivation Ranker? Is the person who was pretending to be powerful in the city talking about you? "

Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "What posturing king? I've never heard of it before. Your family has an invisible genetic disease gene and most of them don't grow up that high. When you reach your generation, it should be your genes that went through mutation, causing polio. If you want to change that, there's only one way — to cut your hair and wash your marrow. "

"Do I still want to cultivate?" Young Master Zheng looked at Jiang Wuchen with a green face, "You speak like you're a fantasy, and you still want to cleanse your marrow? How to wash? Hot or cold? Sugar or salt? Should I add some vinegar? "

Jiang Wuchen scanned him with her cold and stern gaze.

When Young Master Zheng thought about his unstoppable fist just now, he immediately shut his mouth.

"There are two ways to cut hair and wash marrow. The first is... Immersion through the medicine, from the skin into the body. The second method was to consume the Soul Blood Bone Ablutionary Pill. When these two situations are mixed together, it will be able to change your physique. After that, I will expend some effort to refine a Mixed Yuan Pill that can be cultivated by strengthening your body, which will stimulate your potential and allow you to undergo a second development. At that time, not only will you become a normal person, you will also become an expert. " Jiang Wuchen's face was covered in sincerity. If not for this fact, Young Master Zheng, who had a sensitive mind, would have thought that Jiang Wuchen was messing with him.

"To tell the truth, I don't really believe it. It sounds so mysterious, but I don't like reading novels. It's just a fake. I like to watch the school belle series, and after catching up, I'll push it down and do it …" Cough cough, how enjoyable. Maybe I can even learn to chase after girls.

"However, that punch just now was really awesome. I've decided to give you a chance to help me." Young Master Zheng already believed that his grandfather died too early. When he was young, he had followed his grandfather to famous doctors to treat diseases, and some of them even looked for some experts from Martial Cultivation.

He hoped that he could use martial arts to change his physique, but unfortunately, no one dared to teach him any martial arts.

The two of them walked to the car park and the Young Master Zheng said, "Brother Chen, why are you home? It couldn't be a bus, right? It's a good low, I'll send you off. " Saying that, he drove an imported BMW 340, matching the existence of pure German blood.

Jiang Wuchen got on the car, "Do you have any money on you?"

"For what?" Young Master Zheng asked.

"I need to buy some medicine to get rid of the hair and wash the marrow. I also need to refine some medicine. After calculating, I estimate that it will cost quite a bit of money."

"How much?"

"Tens of thousands …"

"You're not lying to me, are you?" Young Master Zheng looked at Jiang Wuchen warily, but she suddenly realised something, "That shouldn't be the case, for you to shatter a rock with one punch, such an awesome expert, would he lie to me for tens of thousands of dollars?"

"I'm not finished. To truly complete the Purification, several tens of thousands are far from enough. Let's go and buy some medicine." Jiang Wuchen said.

The last time Jiang Wuchen refined the medicinal liquid, it was bought from this place. The spirit of the herbs here was not high, but Jiang Wuchen did not have a better choice.

The Hundred Herb Hall was a medicine store that was relatively large in the wholesale center. There were five facades and four pharmacists in white gowns were busy catching medicine inside.

Seeing Jiang Wuchen walking over, he immediately stood up. Last time, it was this big brother who bought thousands of pieces of high-grade herbs from him in one go, and even entrusted him to help him buy some Draconic Reed Grass.