Abandoned Master's Cultivation

"Shanlao... Is experiencing life again." Feng Yuqiu wiped the sweat on her forehead, didn't dare to disturb, stood in the distance and watched quietly.

The old man with white beard and black sunglasses was eloquent. The eyes of several girls were straight. The old man took the opportunity to wipe off the oil and stared at the exposed hemisphere.

Until the salesperson in KFC came out to chase him, the old man dismissed several girls who were still chasing him and asked when they could marry into a rich family.

Feng Yuqiu took the opportunity to come quickly, "old mountain..."

The old man pulled down his sunglasses and looked at Feng Yuqiu strangely with a pair of mung bean eyes.

Feng Yuqiu was uncomfortable with him.

"Get in the car," said the old man, and then walked towards a Mercedes Benz SUV not far away.

Feng Yuqiu hurriedly followed. He thought he was going to take a Mercedes Benz. With old Shan's wealth, driving a Mercedes Benz was already very low-key. To his surprise, old Shan became an electric tricycle next to Mercedes Benz.

The car body is dirty and full of dirt. There are advertisements for saving money to the post office on the car body. There are a large number of garbage plastic bottles and broken cartons in the car body.

"Shan Lao, you......" Feng Yuqiu said bitterly.

The old man put the flag on the car and then said, "I went down the mountain to experience life, not for pleasure. I despised the behavior of driving a BMW, riding a Mercedes Benz and embracing left and right. What kind of woman do I want?

What we really need to experience is the life at the bottom of this society. "

"Yes." Feng Yuqiu wiped her sweat and said in her heart, you are the venerable. Of course, what you say is what you say. He doesn't agree with Mr. Shan at all. Even if you experience life, you don't have to practice yourself like this.

The old man rode on the electric tricycle. Feng Yuqiu had to sit in the car body.

The car came out of Wanda's parking lot and came to a noodle shop on the street. The old man ordered two bowls of noodles and then took out a wrinkled wool ticket to pay.

Feng Yuqiu said, "old mountain, I'll come."

"No need." old Shan waved his hand, then stood up and went to the big stall next door for a walk.

When he came back, two large sea bowls of noodles were brought up. They were rough noodles like trouser belts. They were poured with some brine. The noodles were white. Feng Yuqiu had no appetite at all.

Old Shan pushed two bowls of noodles in front of him, "these are for you."

"Eh? Shanlao? Why don't you eat?"

"I ate, but I didn't say I didn't eat. My order was ready right away," said Old Man Shan. After a while, in the stall, an ugly woman came with dozens of roasted kidneys and a bucket of draft beer. Then she sent a pile of peanuts, soybeans and a lamb chop rice.

Feng Yuqiu shook her head bitterly. They all said that old Shan was divided because of practice. It seems true.

The old man rolled up his roasted kidney, drank beer, and had a good time. "You eat too much fish and meat on Chongyang island. That food doesn't digest. You should eat more noodles. You can't eat this meat any more. You'll be well in two days."

"Well, Mr. Shan, do you know what's going on with me?"

"We'll talk about it after eating noodles," said Old Man Shan.

Feng Yuqiu endured nausea and swallowed two bowls of noodles. She felt some tumbling in her stomach. At this moment, she saw the owner of the knife cutting noodle shop come out, with greasy beard residue on her face and black chicken claws on her hands.

"Oh."

Feng Yuqiu almost vomited out and hurriedly didn't turn his head, "old Shan, my body..."

Old Shan drank a cup of draft beer in one breath, and then sighed, "it's cold. You can't drink more draft beer. Drink it again today, and don't drink it tomorrow." then he looked up at Feng Yuqiu, "do you feel better?"

"Eh? What's better?"

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

"It's hard to eat enough?"

"Shanlao? Are you playing with me? I feel bad not because I'm hungry, but because... I'm Yang deficient. No, it's a problem of Qi and blood. I always spit blood."

Old Shan looked at him angrily, "how old are you? You've lost Yang. Have you played more on Chongyang island?"

"Oh, it's not Yang deficiency. It's like this. During my recent practice, I felt pain in my chest, and then I vomited blood. I don't know if I was possessed by evil." Feng Yuqiu said patiently.

"Oh, so it is." mountain old way: "you stretch out your hand and I'll call the pulse."

Feng Yuqiu quickly stretched out her hand.

Old Shan took a ride on Feng Yuqiu's pulse gate, beat his dirty fingers rhythmically, then took them back and looked at Feng Yuqiu in surprise, "you... Are really congenital Yang deficiency!"

When Feng Yuqiu heard this sentence, he immediately fell into the ice cave and his whole body was cold. "Well, Yang loss is Yang loss. Shan Lao, what should I do?"

Old Shan scratched his head. "Sad, ah, it's really a loss of yang to be so young. I have a martial art suitable for women here. Take it to practice." he said, like a magic trick, and took out a wrinkled book from his arms.

Feng Yuqiu took it over and gently opened a few pages. There were some color pictures painted on it. They were all portraits of women. They were naked. There were some stains that could not be said to be liquid, with a pungent smell.

"Don't care and don't think about it. I'm not going to shoot at this imperial book. Cough, this is the last time I ate instant noodles. I used it to cushion the bottom and splashed instant noodles soup."

Feng Yuqiu closed the book and said with a bitter face, "old Shan, stop it. Tell me how to treat it?"

The mountain old man sighed and felt a little helpless. "Your Yang deficiency is congenital, but you practice too hard the day after tomorrow, resulting in irreversible damage to your qi and blood. You can't continue to practice. That's all."

"What?" Feng Yuqiu was hit by five thunders. He was the God of war on Chongyang island and created a 300 game unbeaten myth at the Dragon chopping platform.

Is the object of all people's admiration, and now tell him that he can't practice? It's worse than killing him.

At this time, Feng Yuqiu suddenly felt the countercurrent of Qi and blood, couldn't suppress a mouthful of blood and spit it out again.

As soon as the mountain old pupil shrinks, he goes to help Feng Yuqiu, then points several times on him, blocks several countercurrent meridians, and says in surprise, "are you hurt?"

"No." Feng Yuqiu shook his head. He had been cured of the injury caused by Jiang Wuchen.

"At least, your echo has been badly hurt."

Feng Yuqiu shook his head. "It's impossible. He's never been beaten there." suddenly, he remembered Ouyang Xian's acupuncture yesterday and said it now.

The old man couldn't laugh or cry, "you silly hat, the echo is the most abundant place for the Yin and Yang breath of the human body. If you are broken by someone, you are equivalent to venting the real Yang. You lose the Yang and are drained of the real Yang. Who will die if you don't die? You commit sins and can't live. Let's go. I can't save you."

"Wow!"

Feng Yuqiu sprayed another mouthful of blood. He thought of ouyangxian's sweet words and the five million cheated. He wished he could suck ouyangxian's blood alive. "Old mountain, seriously... There's no help?"