In the backyard of the villa, an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in a relatively thin Tang suit, was trembling and playing the Taoist's wonderful formula for refining the body, the 'Eight Duan Jin'.
Although his chi was no longer sufficient, and both his hands and legs were trembling slightly as he carried out his energy, the old man did every movement in a very standard manner, comparable to those old Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain who had practiced for decades.
When he was practicing to the seventh stage of 'saving fists and furious eyes to increase qi', a middle-aged man who looked like an old man came gently.
He didn't dare to make too much noise so as not to disturb the old man practicing his fists.
Ever since he had memories, he knew that the old man must practice the 'Eight Brocade' once a day in the morning and evening, and when practicing, he must finish a set of strikes, never interrupting in the middle of the set, and never allowing anyone to disturb him.
It's just that today's matter is very important, so Han Tao hesitated, but still spoke, "Dad, Ruoxue is back."
The old man sniffed, his hand movements did not stop, his face was not only not displeased, but instead revealed a smiling face, "This girl, it's hard for her during this period of time. It's just that I'm a big old man, there's no need for her to toss and turn, you guys have to persuade her more."
"Dad, that temper of hers, you're not unaware of it, who cares?" Han Tao said rather helplessly.
Seeing that the old man just smiled and didn't reply, Han Tao continued, "Ruoxue just said that he invited that person over."
Han Yuan, who was still playing 'Eight Duan Jin', had a tremor in his body and immediately stopped his hand movements, asking with an excited face, "When will it arrive?"
"It's already at the door." Han Tao's mouth opened wide in disbelief.
The old man, who never stops, stopped in the middle of the day?
"You child, why didn't you say something so important earlier?" Han Yuan changed his shoes while walking towards the villa's entrance.
"Dad, aren't I afraid of disturbing you practicing 'Eight Duan Jin'?" Han Tao looked helpless.
But he remembered very clearly that when he was still young, he had once disturbed the old master practicing boxing, and the old master directly punished him for two hours of horse stance.
He has now forgotten how he insisted on finishing the stabbing, only knowing that after the stabbing, he couldn't get out of bed for three whole days, and urinated by sitting on the edge of the bed.
Han Yuan snorted coldly, "Is it important for me to practice boxing, or is it important for the future of the Han family? You, you can't tell the difference between light and heavy!"
After chiding him, he muttered to himself, "I only hope that that person won't blame me for not going out to meet him, or else I, Han Yuan, won't be able to atone for my sins with a hundred deaths!"
With that, Han Yuan jogged all the way to the door. Han Tao followed behind him, fearing that he might fall to the ground without stabilizing himself, and followed him with a fearful heart.
In the front yard of the villa, Ling Yi followed behind Han Ruoxue, listening to her introduction of the villa's landscape, nodding his head from time to time, not knowing if it meant approval or 'got it'.
It wasn't until he was approaching the villa's hall that Ling Yi opened his mouth and said, "The layout is good, it's just that the terrain is a bit shorter."
When Han Ruoxue heard this, her eyes lit up and she hurriedly asked, "Master Ling likes this kind of detached villa?"
"Not bad, barely." Ling Yi said truthfully.
Although this villa covers an extremely wide area, and also achieved the ultimate in Chinese luxury, but compared with his previous immortal residence in the immortal cultivation world, the difference is far more than a hundred thousand eighty thousand miles, to say that a barely, that is to lift this single villa.
However, while Ling Yi speaks without intention, Han Ruoxue listens with intention and immediately records this information about Ling Yi's preferences and then respectfully opens the entry door to the villa's living room for Ling Yi.
Different from the common townhouses on the market now, the villa's living room is more than fifty meters deep, and in the large living room, there are leisure areas and meeting areas, etc., with clear zoning, which makes it really big but not broad.
Han Ruoxue guided Ling Yi to the sofa and sat down, "Master Ling wait a moment, I'll immediately go and invite Grandpa over."
When the words fell, two people ran out of the side corridor of the living room, an old man and a young man, in a hurry, it was Han Yuan's father and son.
"Master's visit to my humble abode, I was unable to welcome you from afar, please forgive me, Master." Han Yuan cupped his fists from a long distance and said respectfully.
"There's no need to be polite, extend your hand." Ling Yi said directly.
Han Yuan sniffed and didn't react for a moment, reaching out while frowning at Han Ruoxue, asking with his eyes what was going on.
Seeing this, Han Ruoxue hurriedly explained, "Master Ling is not only a martial arts master, but he is also proficient in the art of elixir, which is why I specifically bothered the master to come over and help you with your diagnosis."
"You used that only shot? Simply nonsense!" Han Yuan was furious, "What is my life compared to the future of the Han family, how can you girl be so inconsiderate?"
"Shut up!" Ling Yi let out a soft shout, and Han Yuan was immediately silenced.
Ling Yi didn't say any more nonsense, stretching out his fingers on Han Yuan's wrist, and then ferrying a trace of spiritual qi into it, running along the tendons around Han Yuan's body for one time each of the big and small circumferences before letting go of his fingers.
But this action in Han Ruoxue their view, Ling Yi just put his finger on it and let it go in less than two seconds, this fast is too much of a child's play, isn't it?
"Master Ling, my grandfather he ...?" Han Ruoxue asked tentatively.
"If your grandfather hadn't practiced the Taoist 'Eight Duan Jin' diligently all these years, I'm afraid he would have left ten years ago."
When Han Ruoxue heard this, her eyes widened, "How did you know that my grandfather was practicing the Taoist 'Eight Duan Jin'?"
Han Yuan and Han Tao heard the words, immediately also showed a face of surprise expression ---- pulse but only two seconds, this can also see out? Did the investigation beforehand, right!
Ling Yi did not answer, but asked in return, "His condition should be the result of a dark injury to his heart and lungs veins thirty years ago, what do you guys need Dragon's Bush for? It's useless even if you eat it."
The moment these words came out, all three people present froze.
The old master had been injured thirty years ago, Han Tao and Han Ruoxue didn't know about it, how on earth did he, Ling Yi, know about it?
In the two seconds it took to get a pulse?
Lying to the devil!
Han Yuan had already admired Ling Yi to the core at this time, and hurriedly bowed and bowed again, "Master is truly a godly man! Thirty years ago I was injured in this matter, before this, I was the only one in this world who knew about it."
Han Tao also reacted at this moment, and with a plop, he knelt down for Ling Yi, "Please Master Ling save my father!"
"Get up, this little injury is worth kneeling down for?" Ling Yi asked breathlessly.
As a result, when the Han family s grandparents and grandchildren heard this, they were even more speechless than he was ---- This fatal internal injury, you call it a minor injury?
"Master Ling, do you need to prepare any herbs? I'll go to the Hundred Apricot Grove to buy them now!" Han Ruoxue asked with incomparable excitement after being speechless.
"Who said anything about using herbs?" Ling Yi was once again speechless.
"..." Han Ruoxue was confused and asked, "Doesn't Master Ling need to use herbs to make a dan? And then use the pills in order to cure this internal injury of Grandpa?"
Hearing this, Ling Yi secretly said in his heart, ''Sure enough, the fact that he used the elixir to cure Xiao Xiao's broken leg can be hidden from the doctor and Qi Shiyun, but he still can't hide it from someone who has a heart.''
However, Ling Yi didn't care, after all, it didn't matter even if it was known.
Only to see Ling Yi waving his hand and saying with some impatience, "I've said that it's a minor injury, where is the need for alchemy?"
When the crowd heard the words, their faces were complicated, three parts joy, three parts sadness, and four parts skepticism.
Even Han Ruoxue, at this time also feel that Ling Yi is not some overstatement, after all, grandpa this disease, Jiangzhou major doctors are all at their wits' end, the Beijing side of the national doctor sage is broken its life is not long to go, how to Ling Yi here, become so worthless?
And after Ling Yi finished speaking, he didn't pay any attention to their complicated looks and didn't explain much more to them, but directly toward Han Yuan's heart, a palm gently slapped ...