"It seems that I have to review it again," Wang Yao said. Zhou Xiong said after hearing this. A beginner in the Fist Scripture had actually managed to produce an imposing manner and effect that even he, who had been immersed in the Fist Scripture for more than 20 years, was unable to do so. This was indeed worthy of deep thought.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Zhou Xiong said with a smile as he stood up and stroked his son's head.
"I'm sorry," Wang Yao said. He could not take back his punch and almost hurt Zhou Xiong in front of his son.
"I'm really fine."
"Let's stop here. Go inside and have a rest."
"Okay."
"I'll take a look at you."
"There's no need for that."
"I'll take a look." Wang Yao's attitude was very firm. He carefully checked Zhou Xiong.
"It's nothing serious. Your Qi and blood are a little messy. Let me give you a massage." After confirming that Zhou Xiong did not suffer any internal injuries, he was relieved. Then, he used the massage method to help straighten out his Qi and blood.
He let him rest for a while before he sent the father and son away.
Cough, cough, cough. On the way down the hill, Zhou Xiong could not help coughing.
"Dad, are you okay?" his son asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Zhou Xiong spat a mouthful of phlegm to the side. The phlegm actually contained blood. Wang Yao's punch was so powerful that he had neutralized most of the force. However, he was still injured. Of course, it was not particularly serious. His lungs were hit and his capillaries were broken. Fortunately, Wang Yao gave him a massage in time.
"Is this Air Splitting Fist really so powerful?"
After Zhou Xiong went down the hill, Wang Yao began to decoct the decoction.
Insect Dispelling Powder to eliminate the poisonous insects.
This decoction was for Wei Hai's treatment. Through yesterday's contact and diagnosis, Wang Yao found that his physical condition had improved. However, the poisonous insects were deeper in his internal organs. To continue the treatment, he decided to increase the dosage in hopes that the decoction could reach deeper places.
"After taking the decoction, massage properly to help the medicine spread."
Ancient spring water, multifunctional pot for herbs, and spiritual herbs.
Apart from the slightly gloomy weather, all the other conditions were met. Moreover, the decoction was brewed in the Spirit Gathering Battle Array. Sometimes, Wang Yao wondered if there was something different in the decoction, not from the herbs, but from the battle array and the heaven and earth.
Inside the small house, the fragrance of herbs filled the air.
Just as the decoction was about to be completed, his phone rang.
"Why haven't you come down the mountain? Didn't you say you'll go to your grandma's house at noon?" It was his mother who called.
"Got it. I'll be right down."
Wang Yao put away the decoction and tidied it up. Then, he left the hut, activated the array formation, and went down the mountain.
After going down the mountain, he drove his parents to his grandmother's house. There, his second aunt, third aunt, uncle, and their families had already arrived.
"Why are you so late?"
"I'm sorry, Grandma. I was delayed by something," Wang Yao said.
"That's fine." His grandmother was very fond of Wang Yao. "Come in."
The whole family was gathered together, talking and laughing. It was especially lively.
Wang Yao's aunt's pregnancy was now obvious. Her face was not very good. It was slightly sallow. It seemed that she did not have a good rest.
"Yao, let's take a look at your aunt," his uncle said with a smile.
"What do you want to see?"
"See if it's a boy or a girl."
"I don't know how to do that," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Don't listen to your uncle's nonsense. I feel like throwing up everything I eat recently. I don't have a good appetite," his aunt said.
"Let me take a look."
This was the first time Wang Yao had seen his family in front of so many relatives.
"Take the pulse?"
A moment later, Wang Yao moved his fingers away.
"It's okay. This is a normal reaction during pregnancy. It's not a problem. She just needs to eat a light diet. After a while, she will be fine." Wang Yao explained. In fact, there was another reason he did not say. His aunt was a bit old. She was already 36. At this age, her body had begun to decline. The reaction in all aspects might be stronger.
"Do you need to prescribe some medicine?"
"No." Wang Yao waved his hand. "The fetus is very healthy. What medicine do you need?"
"Okay, it's good that she is fine!" Wang Yao's mother said. "Mom, everyone is here. Shall we serve the dishes?"
"Yes, serve the dishes!"
After a while, the dishes were served. The big family sat around a big round table, eating, drinking, and laughing. It was very lively.
The time of joyful reunion passed quickly.
After dinner, Wang Yao's grandmother asked his aunt, "When are you going back?"
"We are leaving tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"Well, Xiang Hong has to go to work. Li Na also has to go to school," Wang Yao's aunt said.
"Have you booked the train tickets?"
"Yes."
When they came to Beijing, they took the same plane as Wang Yao. When they were in Beijing, Wang Yao wanted to book a return ticket for them. However, his uncle did not agree. In the end, he bought a hard sleeper. This matter made Wang Yao angry for a while. He felt sorry for his aunt.
"Let me send you off?" Wang Yao said.
"No, I have told Li Na's uncle to send us off. He happens to have something to do in Wei City. We will take the train from there."
"Okay."
Wang Yao knew a little about his second uncle's husband. Of course, he had heard about him from his mother. This second uncle's husband cared a lot about his reputation and was a little narrow-minded. It was easy for him to overthink some things. Wang Yao didn't want to embarrass his second uncle, so he didn't insist.
During the meal, Wang Ru's family members asked about Wang Yao's girlfriend and Wang Ru's boyfriend. Wang Yao had a clue about Wang Ru's boyfriend, but Wang Ru's beautiful sister was going further and further down the road of being a "leftover fighter". She was not ashamed of it, but proud of it. Therefore, her family members tried to persuade her, and she happily agreed. She ate all the delicious dishes.
In a villa in Dao, hundreds of miles away.
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Sang."
"Haha, no problem. Speaking of which, your father and I are acquaintances. Let's have a look first."
"Please."
Sang Guzi was invited by Mr. Sun from Cangzhou to treat his illness.
"Is this the proof of extreme Yang?!"
As the saying goes, once an expert makes a move, one will know whether he is an expert or not. Sang Guzi knew what illness the young man in front of him was suffering from. His white eyebrows furrowed, and then he shook his head.
"This illness, I can't cure."
Mr. Sun sighed after listening. He seemed to have expected such a result.
"I heard that your acupuncture technique is superb. Can you perform it to prolong Mr. Sun's life?"
"The method of using golden needles to prolong one's life is to stimulate the body's potential and prolong one's life. In fact, it is like drinking poison to quench one's thirst. Mr. Sun's situation is like adding oil to a fire. The potential in his body has been squeezed to the limit. If you use golden needles to prolong his life, it is equivalent to killing him," Sang Guzi explained.
"Thank you, Mr. Sun!" Mr. Sun waved his hand. Immediately, someone came up with a small box.
"This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope Mr. Sun will accept it."
"No, it is not necessary. I have not cured him. I am ashamed to accept it." Mr. Sang waved his hand and firmly refused to accept it.
"I don't think this child has a short life. This is his destiny. Don't give up so easily."
"I know, Mr. Sun," Mr. Sun said very politely.
"Okay." Mr. Sang walked a few steps and stopped. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he hesitated and did not say it.
After he left, the expressionless man who had been standing next to Mr. Sun said, "This Mr. Sang seems to have something to say, but he didn't say it."
"He said Yunsheng does not have a short life."
"Yes. When you visited Zen Master Miaofa last time, didn't he say that there would be a turnaround this month?"
"A turnaround? In the mountains in the southwest. Where is that?"
"These monks and Taoists all like to talk about things."
"Help me make an appointment with Miaofa and add some money to the temple."
"Okay, I will do it now." The expressionless man turned and left.
At home, the man was left alone. He looked at his son who was tied to the bed. At this time, the young man was like a burning firewood. He was about to be burned to ashes.
"A turnaround?!" He raised his head and looked outside.
"Come, bring her in."
"Yes."
"A young woman was brought upstairs and into the room."
The middle-aged man walked out with a painful expression.
"Why?!"
In Lianshan County, a well-dressed young man was also asking the same question. However, he was not asking God. He was asking the phone. To be precise, he was asking the person on the phone.
"Why?!"
"We are not suitable."
It was an extremely ordinary and straightforward answer.
Bang! Yang Ming threw the phone to the side with a ferocious expression.
"Wang Yao. It must be because of Wang Yao."
Achoo.
Wang Yao sneezed.
"Strange feeling." In fact, he had not sneezed for several months.
After returning home, Wang Yao was not in a hurry to go to Nanshan Hill. Instead, he was asked to stay at home by his mother to listen to her nagging. "Your uncle drank too much and was mumbling again. He said he had found someone to check. Your aunt is pregnant with a daughter."
"Didn't he already know about this matter?" Wang Yao said. He remembered that his mother had mentioned this matter to him a long time ago. At that time, she even said she was going to have an abortion.
"Yes, it's still not satisfactory!"
"What is satisfactory? It is satisfactory if seven out of ten things are satisfactory. No one will try to satisfy their wishes!" Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Don't people always want to do good things?"
"That's enough. It's my uncle who doesn't want to check. You don't have to blindly think about it. If there is nothing else, I will go to Nanshan Hill."
"Nanshan Hill? Didn't you say you were going to pick Tong Wei up for dinner?" Zhang Xiuying was not happy.
"What time is it now?"
"It's almost three o 'clock. Hurry up. We have to go to Nanshan Hill."
"Yes, Mother. I'll go now."
At this moment, an uninvited guest came to Tong Wei's house. It was a young man in a suit and leather shoes. He was also extraordinarily handsome.
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