"It can't be said that you are injured. Judging from your pulse, you are currently in the healing period, but due to the aging of your body, your repair ability is very little."
Feng Lin explained at the side.
"I don't believe it unless you tell me what's wrong with me."
Wei Shenghong stared at Feng Lin.
"The meridians on the left side of your chest are very weak. Forced use of Qi Jin will cause severe pain."
Feng Lin let go of his wrist and placed his palm on the left side of Wei Shenghong's chest.
He pressed down a few fingers with his hand and said slowly, "You also have a problem with your left lung. You should cough frequently, or even cough up blood."
Wei Shenghong's eyes widened, "Feng Lin! You are awesome! At first I thought Lao Lan was bragging, but now it seems he is being conservative."
"So, it's all true. It seems that sublimation is not as magical as I thought."
Feng Lin let go of Wei Shenghong and said with a smile.
"It can only be said that even if you are sublimated, you cannot escape aging."
Wei Shenghong raised his withered hand and faced the sky, "Tell me, my hand recovered after sublimation. Why is it not the hand of my youth?"
"Such unfathomable things can only be attributed to genes."
Feng Lin smiled and shook his head.
He had asked about Fengchen very early on.
For young people with delicate skin, the new skin that grows after injury will be equally delicate.
But for middle-aged people with rough skin, the new skin will become rough like other places.
Feng Lin originally asked Feng Chen that according to common sense, newly born skin should be in a youthful state.
Fengchen was also confused and said it was a natural law.
"Let's not talk about those incomprehensible things. I have the symptoms you just mentioned. Can you cure them?"
Wei Shenghong asked with a smile, "To tell you the truth, I have been coughing up blood from time to time recently. I thought my end was coming."
"It's not just you, everyone else thinks so. That's why Wei Shengfu was able to bewitch Hu Yong and make him kill me."
Feng Lin put his trouser pockets in and said from the side.
"Haha, Hu Yong is indeed easy to be exploited."
Wei Shenghong smiled and shook his head, "But I know that his original intention is for the people here. He has deep feelings for this land."
"It seems that senior knows everything. Are you really relieved? Aren't you afraid that Hu Yong will really kill me?"
Feng Lin frowned slightly.
"If you want to blame it, it's Lan He's fault. He said it himself. Even though you are at level five, you can still escape even if you face two captains of the Yin Yang Crusade."
Wei Shenghong raised his head and laughed a few times, "Hu Yong is at that level."
"Old man Lan really trusts me."
Feng Lin smiled bitterly, "Senior's injury, if it were on an ordinary person, I could nurse it back to health, but I don't know if it would be useful to you."
"Feel free to come, I'm almost ready for the funeral, what should I be afraid of?"
Wei Shenghong waved his hand.
"I have a friend who is still waiting for me outside. Please ask someone to call him over."
Feng Lin suddenly paused, "By the way, he is currently a Yin-Yang Crusader."
"Are you kidding? You actually hang out with the Yin Yang Crusaders?"
Wei Shenghong was a little surprised, "You are from China."
"Don't worry, he is also half-Chinese. We grew up together and I know him very well."
Feng Lin explained with a smile, "Senior, if you don't believe it, you can ask Old Man Lan, he also knows this person."
"Forget it, I don't care, I just want to remind you not to be fooled."
Wei Shenghong shouted to the distance: "The person in charge!"
In the palace in the distance, a sudden wave of energy came from the palace.
After a few breaths, a blue figure appeared in front of the two of them.
This person was wearing a black tunic suit, with long white hair and a white goatee.
He also looks like an old man.
But compared to Wei Sheng Hong, he is younger.
"Old man, what's the matter?"
The man asked with his hands behind his back.
"Feng Lin, let me introduce to you. This is my sixth son, named Weiwei, the monarch of Weisheng Kingdom."
Wei Shenghong said with a smile.
"Microorganisms? Pfft...cough! Sorry."
Feng Lin almost spat out.
But noticing the look in the other person's eyes, he immediately held it back.
This name was chosen too casually.
"Do you know? When he was born, your country had not yet invented the microscope, so the word microorganism did not exist."
Wei Shenghong said with a smile, "Everyone agreed upon the name I gave him, but I didn't expect that the nature of it has changed now."
Feng Lin shook his head gently. This kind of thing has happened in China before.
For example, many people have the word "xiang" in their names, which has the beautiful meaning of flying high and being free.
But who would have thought that this word would be labeled because of an Internet incident.
"Hello, senior! I'm in Fenglin."
Feng Lin lowered his head very respectfully.
"Thank you for saving my children." The microorganism said expressionlessly.
"Easy to do."
Feng Lin was a little embarrassed.
It is said that he has preconceptions, and based on that smile just now, the other party must not have a good impression of him.
"Lao Liu, go and call Feng Lin's friends."
Wei Shenghong smiled and said, "This boy is not simple. He can tell me my condition. It seems that I am not aging, but injured."
"What?"
Microorganism's pupils shrank suddenly, he stared at Feng Lin and asked: "How do you know the extent of my father's injury? Did Mr. Lan tell you?"
"It has nothing to do with Lao Lan. I didn't tell him anything about me."
Wei Shenghong waved his hand, "Go ahead."
"good!"
Microorganism turned around quickly. He had been extremely busy during this period.
In fact, everyone knows that with the death of Wei Sheng Hong, who has ascended to the realm of sublimation, the country of Wei Sheng is doomed to sunset.
If the old man is just injured, let Feng Lin heal him.
Then time won't be so hasty.
Both he and Hu Yong have the possibility of impact and sublimation.
When Feng Lin saw his figure disappear, he smiled and asked, "Senior, where are your other sons?"
"Some died in battle, and some died of old age, but they didn't live as long as I did."
Wei Shenghong sighed deeply.
"May I ask, how many wives does this senior's son have?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile.
"I don't know much about this. Strength is the most important thing in this alien land. If nothing else, you are the fifth level Dacheng. You can just go to some mountain villages to find a wife, and you can get a bunch of them back just by walking around."
Wei Shenghong lay on the recliner again, "People here are very realistic. They don't have the ability, and they all want to rely on their children to make a difference."
"Actually, it's the same over there."
Feng Lin shook his head, so many true loves were ruined by betrothal gifts.
"How many wives do you have?"
Wei Shenghong asked suddenly with a smile.
"Alas! I don't know, maybe about ten of them."
Feng Lin smiled and touched his nose.
"As long as these people are not forced to marry by you, it's not too much."
Wei Shenghong nodded secretly.
Feng Lin rolled his eyes and forced them. It was obviously them who forced himself.
Thinking about this kind of thing gives me a headache. In the future, if these crazy women really get together, I don’t know what my wonderful retirement life will become.
"Old man, people have brought it."
At this time, Microorganism came over with Sikong Jin.
Feng Lin planned to let Sikong Jin use the strange flow here to run errands for him.
