Chapter 452 Spiritual Stone
"Brother Chen, I hope you won't disturb Mr. Xiong."
Jiang Yuande said softly.
His eyes were filled with tears. This old man watched him grow up.
Over the years, he never knew that the other party was caring about his old friend, but he had seen the loneliness in Old Xiong's eyes for decades.
Now, Mr. Xiong's joy and excitement made him very happy and happy for Mr. Xiong.
Chen Feng also said that it was not Xiuling herself. For Jiang Yuande, it no longer mattered whether it was Xiuling herself.
The important thing is that it is enough for Mr. Xiong to believe that she is Xiuling, as long as Mr. Xiong is happy.
"Chen, what do you mean? I asked the Martial Alliance to find Mr. Xiong's old friend at a huge cost, spending tens of millions of dollars."
"You said you are not Xiuling, what do you mean?
Don’t you want Mr. Xiong to fulfill his wish?”
Zhang Tianhua accused word by word.
However, there was already a hint of panic in his eyes.
He had laid out this game half a year ago. Through some special methods, he knew the other party's wishes.
Today is the time to close the net.
Unexpectedly, the bastard Chen Feng would interrupt his rhythm again, and the old and new grudges made him so angry that he was about to burst into flames.
"She is not Xiuling, she is just a deception created by you. Am I right?"
Chen Feng said softly.
His eyes were fixed on Zhang Tianhua. If it weren't for the various secret techniques recorded in his inheritance, he might not be able to see through the other party's methods.
"Little friend Chen," Mr. Xiong shook his head, took Xiuling's hand and said, "I'm sure it's her. I've missed her for decades and I won't admit my mistake."
When Jiang Yuande heard these words, his eyes turned red and his nose felt sour.
Chen Feng sighed, he also hoped this was true, "Mr. Chen, wake up."
After saying that, he snapped his fingers
With the snap of his fingers, Old Xiong's somewhat stubborn eyes regained clarity.
"Haha, I knew it, I knew it."
Old Xiong laughed and cried again, shaking his head desperately, and then all his emotions turned into a long sigh.
"Ahem."
Old Xiong coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Old Bear!"
"Old Bear!"
Jiang Yuande hurriedly supported Mr. Xiong.
Chen Feng injected a ray of true energy into the old man to help him stabilize his mind.
"I am Xiuling, I really am Xiuling."
The old woman pointed at herself desperately and said.
Zhang Tianhua swallowed his saliva and felt anger rising in his heart.
He specially collected Mr. Xiong's hair, and then spent 10 million to buy a phantom Gu.
Magic Gu has the ability to confuse people's minds. This is his plan. He just needs to find an old woman with decent acting skills and then use Magic Gu.
But Chen Feng, this guy, broke his plan with just a snap of his fingers.
"Why, why do you keep lingering?"
Zhang Tianhua yelled unwillingly.
After scolding Chen Feng, he looked at Mr. Xiong again, "And you, an old fool, are you looking for Xiuling? Can't I find ten or eight wives for you?"
"Fuck, what kind of virtue is this? Women in the world don't have two eyes and one nose."
Zhang Tianhua spoke sweetly and directly verbally attacked Chen Feng and the others without distinction.
He wouldn't do such low-level swearing, and usually he would do it directly.
But...he couldn't beat Chen Feng.
He could also ask more people to surround the place and beat everyone except Mr. Xiong, but... he still couldn't beat Chen Feng.
The only way to show the anger in your heart is through cursing.
Chen Feng's eyes turned cold. Since he had seen through the scam, there was no need to be merciful.
He suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Tianhua and slapped him, "This slap is for Mr. Xiong."
Then came the second slap, "This slap is for the Wu Meng, how dare you ruin the reputation of the Wu Meng."
The third slap, the fourth slap.
"This is the second time I've hit you. It's just a matter of three things. You'd better not seek death, otherwise I won't mind sending you to the West."
Chen Feng snorted coldly, grabbed Zhang Tianhua's neck and threw him towards the door.
Then, he quickly walked up to Mr. Xiong and took out a few silver needles.
"Mr. Xiong is in a very bad condition now. Can it be cured?"
Jiang Yuande said softly
"Don't worry," Chen Feng pushed a few silver needles down and then quickly took them back, "Mr. Xiong is fine, let him rest for a while."
About half an hour later, Mr. Xiong walked out of the house again, with a calm smile on his face.
"Make the kids laugh."
Chen Feng waved his hand and said seriously: "I admire Mr. Xiong's sincere heart."
"If Mr. Xiong believes in me, why don't you find some things related to your old friend and give them to me. I can help you with your divination, and you may be able to find them."
"Can it really be found?"
Elder Xiong asked.
His eyes were still calm, and it was clear that he had given up hope.
Decades have passed, things have changed and people have changed, so it is not so easy to find.
Soon, Chen Feng got a photo and a shabby scarf.
"When I was eighteen years old, she gave it to me when she sent me on an expedition. It kept me warm in the ice and snow in a foreign country."
As Mr. Xiong spoke, his eyes became a little dazed.
Chen Feng knew that this was the old man recalling the past.
"Old Xiong, I need one more thing."
"Let's talk."
"Your blood."
If there is blood from relatives, the effect will be better. If not, you can also use the blood of friends, but the effect will be much worse.
Blood dripped on the compass, and Chen Feng muttered something.
"It's moving, it's moving."
Jiang Yuande pointed at the compass pointer and was overjoyed.
You know, Chen Feng didn't move the compass, but now the compass has moved, which shows that what Chen Feng said is probably true.
The swing of the pointer is very weak, a situation that seems to be there and not at all.
Chen Feng took out his copper coins again and started divination, combining the two methods to increase the success rate.
In Feng Shui and divination, this method of finding people is a very normal method, but it requires extremely high levels of cultivation by the Feng Shui master.
Even in folk customs, there is talk of summoning spirits. If a child suddenly appears foolish, a Taoist priest will call upon the spirit, and relatives will keep calling his name.
Chen Feng's realm has reached the prefecture level, and he can judge the approximate distance just by looking at the direction.
"Southwest, five hundred kilometers away."
Chen Feng murmured, a flash of light flashing in his eyes.
At this time, there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead. The area to be searched was too large, so the consumption was not small.
“Five hundred kilometers?
That's not close."
Jiang Yuande said softly.
He then quickly arranged the vehicle and glanced at the map. Jiang Yuande's face became a little solemn.
We found two more vehicles, and the other two vehicles were filled with heavily armed soldiers.
"You don't need so many people, right?"
Chen Feng was a little confused.
"It's close to the border. It's a bit chaotic there, so you still have to pay attention."
"I'm worried about Mr. Xiong. I don't know if his body can tolerate the food."
"Don't worry, I'm here, let's go."
Chen Feng nodded. For safety reasons, he chose to ride in the same car with Mr. Xiong. If Mr. Xiong was unwell, he could take care of him.
"My little friend, regardless of whether you can find it or not, I thank you for your efforts. This is my gift to you. Seeing that you are full of energy and have amazing strength in your hands, you must be a warrior."
"This thing should be useful to you. That boy Zhang Guan has been begging me for many years, but I haven't given him anything."
"However, your personality suits my taste, so I give it to you as a thank you gift from me."
After Mr. Xiong finished speaking, he sent a brocade box to Chen Feng's hands.
Chen Feng opened it and saw a light silver regular stone lying in the brocade box.
Chapter completed!