Xiao Feng was unaware of the changes outside, but Mr. Jing knew everything. He knew that Xiao Feng would not simply let go of the Xie family and the Hao family, so he did not intend to force Xiao Feng to stay here.
The main purpose of letting Xiao Feng come to seclusion this time is to take advantage of Nangong Ji's visit to clear out the stubborn diseases and poisons in his body. Now, except for the toxins that suppress his strength and agility, there is nothing wrong with his body. There is no reason to stay here anymore. It doesn't make any sense.
The Eighteen Styles of Heavy Hands and Six Dragon Strength have been taught. As for how far Xiao Feng can learn it, it depends on his own talent and good luck. Mr. Jing will not force it, but if Xiao Feng desires to become stronger, he will continue to become stronger. If he continues to be strong, he will spare no effort to help him.
Xiao Feng came out of the barrel, washed away the drug residue on his body, put on his clothes and came to the courtyard: "Old guy, what's going on outside?"
"Haha, it's nothing big, just a small fuss," Mr. Jing smiled calmly.
Xiao Feng felt that what Mr. Jing said was not credible at all. In the eyes of this old guy, most things were just trivial matters. It is estimated that if the Hao family and the Xie family were destroyed, Mr. Jing would also feel that it was just playing house. , too trivial.
Mr. Jing did think so. He felt that Xiao Feng was just talking nonsense with the forces from all directions. Among the forces from all directions, except for some forces from the Xia family and the Wen family, in his eyes, the other forces from all directions were nothing but ashes. That's all.
"Then when will I leave?" Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag.
"You can leave after you have mastered the tenth posture. However, if you don't want to die too quickly, it's best not to slack off, seize the time to practice the heavy hand of the eighteenth posture, and then practice the Six Dragon Jin systematically," When Mr. Jing finished speaking, his tone was serious.
Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, I will seize the time,"
"Now learn the tenth position, and then you can get out of here," Mr. Jing said, then turned to look at Master Huiyue: "Old monk, let's play chess again."
"No, I want to say a few words to Xiaoyou Xiao in a moment," Master Huiyue clasped his hands together. He also changed the name of Xiao Feng from the previous "Donor Xiao" to "Xiao Xiaoyou".
Old Jing was a little bored and turned his attention to Nangong Jishi: "Old man Nangong, let's play for a while."
"Okay," Nangong Jishi also had nothing to do and readily accepted the challenge.
Under the old locust tree in the yard, two old men were playing chess slowly, while the old monk was holding Buddhist beads, muttering something, and looking at Xiao Feng who was practicing the tenth posture without blinking.
The whole scene looks weird, but it also reveals a trace of peace...
Two hours later, Xiao Feng jumped up, swung his leg hard, and hit the iron man's pile that had been beaten into disarray. In an instant, the iron man's pile made a clicking sound. It could no longer hold up and broke from the joint. It fell apart and fell to the ground.
"The mountain-breaking legs are powerful enough to break mountains and rubble..." Xiao Feng looked at the broken iron man pile with a calm expression. Finally, he slowly squatted down, rubbed his right leg with both hands quickly, and cursed: "Male Gobi's , it’s a completely harmful move that hurts others and yourself, rub it, it hurts me to death,”
"Boy, the effects of force are mutual, don't you know," Mr. Jing's voice came slowly.
Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "Old guy, do you have any other martial arts skills like the Golden Bell Cover and the Iron Cloth Shirt?"
"Yes, I have,"
"Real or fake, hurry up, pass it to me, grandma, then I don't have to worry about the pain," Xiao Feng grinned and said with a smile: "It's better to have the kind of awesome one that can't even be penetrated by bullets. ,"
"You really need to learn,"
"necessary,"
"If you hit yourself ten thousand times with a stick every day, every part of the body should be hit. If you persist for ten or twenty years, you will be able to practice the golden bell. As for whether it can block bullets, I don't know, but I guess it can block kitchen knives. It's okay," Mr. Jing said while suppressing a smile.
Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "Damn, I knew you were fooling me." After saying that, he walked up to Mr. Jing: "I want to ask a question."
"Well, ask,"
"Old guy, what is Grandpa Nangong's identity?" Xiao Feng looked at Nangong Jishi and asked with a smile.
Nangong Ji was stunned: "Why do you ask?"
"Just out of curiosity,"
"Old man Nangong, I promised Xiao Feng that as long as I know, I have to answer him," Mr. Jing put down the chess piece and said with a smile.
Nangong Ji hesitated: "That's all, tell him, if one day he really reaches a certain height and can be exposed to these things, it might be beneficial. If he can't be exposed, then he can just listen to the joke. never mind,"
"Yes," Mr. Jing nodded: "Your Grandpa Nangong is the deputy patriarch of the Nangong family,"
Xiao Feng did not ask the Nangong family again, because that was the next question. If he asked it now, Mr. Jing would not tell him. However, although Mr. Jing answered simply, he still got what he needed, and that was Nangong. Ji is a top-notch existence even in the Nangong family.
"Grandpa Nangong, can I ask you something?" Xiao Feng had wanted to speak for a long time, but he had never had the chance.
Nangong Ji looked at Xiao Feng: "What benefits do you want?"
"No favors, I hope Grandpa Nangong can take action and help me treat someone,"
"who,"
"Are you talking about Huo Tian? He has damaged his nerves. I'm afraid there is nothing that Old Man Nangong can do," Old Jing said slowly.
Xiao Feng nodded: "Yes, I want Grandpa Nangong to see A Tian. If he can be cured, that would be the best. If the treatment is not good, we can only wait for Chen Bin to come back."
Nangong Ji touched his white beard and said, "If you want to ask me for treatment, the price will be very expensive."
"No matter what the cost, as long as I can cure Huo Tian, I, Xiao Feng, am willing to do anything," Xiao Feng said in a serious tone.
"Okay," Nangong Ji did not refuse anymore and nodded: "I'll go take a look. If I can't do anything, don't be disappointed. In some fields, Western medicine is indeed much better than Chinese medicine."
"Little friend Xiao, I want to say a few words to you." Suddenly, Master Huiyue stepped forward and clasped his hands together.
"Master, please tell me," Xiao Feng replied hurriedly and respectfully. For no other reason than to sing a lullaby to Master Huiyue for three days, it was worthy of his respect.
Master Huiyue looked at Mr. Jing, turned around and walked to the other side: "Come here for a moment,"
"This old monk, you have to hide something from me," Mr. Jing muttered, picking up a chess piece: "Come on, let's continue playing chess."
Xiao Feng came to Master Huiyue: "Master, what do you want to say to me?"
"After you go back, be sure to wear Buddhist beads on your body. It can help you ward off evil spirits and reduce the number of murders."
"Well, I understand," Xiao Feng nodded.
Master Huiyue stretched out his hand and touched the top of Xiao Feng's head: "I hope Buddha can resolve your murderous intention, and one day you can put down the butcher knife,"
"No one is born to like killing. When I complete my dreams and goals, I will put down the butcher knife," for some reason, Xiao Feng suddenly said this.
"Okay, okay, okay," Master Huiyue said the word "ok" three times in a row, turned around and left with a smile.
"Hey, old monk, where are you going?" Elder Jing asked when he saw Master Huiyue walking to the door.
"The matter has been resolved, and the old monk is going back to the mountain. Amitabha, that's good, that's good," Master Huiyue said, and went out with a smile.
Xiao Feng looked at the back of Master Huiyue, and suddenly a hint of admiration rose in his heart. This is the real master. He waved his sleeves and didn't take away a trace of dust. He sang a lullaby for three days, and then hid his skills deeply. with name.
Master Huiyue left, and Mr. Jing and Nangong Ji were not in the mood to play chess anymore: "Old guy, what exactly is Master Huiyue going to do this time?"
"Maybe he wanted to enlighten this kid, but it turns out that this kid is obsessed with enlightenment and can't enlighten him at all," Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng with a serious look in his eyes. If Master Huiyue could make a trip just for him, could this kid? Is there really going to be a bloody storm in the future?
"Haha, Master Huiyue is an eminent monk. It's not something that we reckless people can understand." Nangong Ji laughed at himself and took a few glances at the chess game: "As expected, this game should be a draw. "
"Well, since it's a draw, what's the point of coming down? Life is like chess, and there must be wins and losses to be exciting," Mr. Jing waved his hand, disrupting the chess pieces on the board.
Nangong Ji nodded and stood up: "I'm going to accompany this kid for a walk."
"Okay, please excuse me, Brother Nangong," Mr. Jing said in a rare polite tone.
"Haha," Nangong Ji smiled and looked at Xiao Feng, who was standing there in a daze: "Boy, let's go,"
"Oh, okay," Xiao Feng came to his senses and nodded quickly.
Xiao Feng drove Nangong Jishi out of Taohua Hutong and went straight to Hekang Hospital. On the way, he called Lin Lin and found out that this girl was indeed in the hospital.
After telling Lin Lin to go to the hospital immediately, the little girl was obviously very happy there: "Feng, I'll wait for you,"
"Yes," Xiao Feng nodded. After hanging up the phone, he sent a text message to Feng Long, Guo Jia and others, asking them to go to the hospital and have something to say in an hour.
As Xiao Feng's text message was sent, Zhang Yu, Lin Mo, Feng Long, Guo Jia and others all put down what they were doing and drove to Hekang Hospital. They were all looking forward to and excited in their hearts. After being released from seclusion, is the final revenge about to sound the horn?
Xiao Feng parked the car under the inpatient department of Hekang Hospital, and got out of the car with Nangong Ji: "Grandpa Nangong, please,"
"Okay," Nangong Ji nodded, followed Xiao Feng, walked into the ward, and took the elevator all the way up.
Along the way, many doctors, nurses and patients looked sideways. The main reason was that Nangong Jishi's dress was too "fashionable". Even if he was wearing a Tang suit, his hair was even tied in a bun. It was neither fish nor fowl, but it also revealed the spirit of immortality, which was particularly special. Attracting attention.
Nangong Ji didn't care about other people's eyes, he had a calm smile on his face, as if even if the sky fell, his smile wouldn't change slightly.
