Songshan Ancient Temple, in the spring of March, the mountains are covered with flowers.
The back mountain is covered with green bamboos and willows, and rows of exquisite side rooms and elegant houses are laid out. In front of the wooden house and bamboo house, there is a crystal clear stream, which gathers the ice and snow on the mountain top and flows slowly.
Tang Feng followed this clear stream down and soon arrived at the west wing, which was also where everyone at the Shuchuan Tangmen temporarily stayed.
But before he could open the door and go in, someone walked towards him, a rough, powerful and muscular man. Before Tang Feng opened his mouth, this man had already shouted: "Boss Tang, it's really you!"
The voice was very familiar. Tang Feng suddenly raised his head, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. This person was none other than his former good brother, Zhan Kuang, a member of the Longyin Team.
"I didn't expect you to come to Songshan Shaolin!" Tang Feng laughed and walked over, punching him hard in the chest.
Zhan Kuang was so excited that even his voice stuttered: "Everyone said you were dead, which made us brothers grieve for you for days and nights. It's great to see the boss now!"
Speaking of which, he quickly explained: "Boss, you have forgotten that since I broke through to Grandmaster a few months ago, I followed your advice and joined the dragon group. Now I am no longer called Zhan Kuang, but instead called Mad Dragon."
Tang Feng nodded in relief, presumably this guy was following the Dragon Group's large army to Mount Song.
Looking at his aura at this time, Tang Feng couldn't help but be shocked again. He didn't expect that in just three months after not seeing him, this guy had already broken through to the second level of Kaimai Venerable.
But it's normal to think about it. The mad dragon is born with divine power, and even Tang Feng now can't see through what is hidden in his body.
The surface looks hazy and cannot be seen through at all. No wonder even Master Zulong said that this guy is extraordinary, but he has not been able to fully develop his potential.
Kuanglong quickly said: "By the way, boss, that guy Chen Haoran is inside now. He will be very happy to see you."
Tang Feng smiled and nodded, then he opened the door and walked in. Inside was a small meeting room, but there was no one there.
Perhaps they heard the noise outside, as the two of them entered the living room, suddenly several people hurried out from the side room on the left.
Among the two leaders, one was Chen Haoran and the other was the White Dragon Envoy. In addition, there were three elder-level figures from the Tang Sect.
"Brother, you're here!" Chen Haoran said, looking as happy and excited as a dragon.
"I knew you wouldn't die that easily!" The White Dragon Envoy also said with a smile.
Tang Feng also laughed and said: "If I die like this, wouldn't you have one less opponent?"
The White Dragon Envoy laughed on the spot, and then the three elders of the Tang Sect stepped forward to perform the Jianghu ceremony. Taking advantage of this time, Tang Feng carefully examined the auras of the two of them.
It was only then that I realized that Chen Haoran was truly gifted. In a short period of time, he had reached the pinnacle of the ninth level of Tongqiao Master.
This kind of cultivation speed can almost be said to have skyrocketed like a rocket. It seems that during this period, the Tang Sect has probably spent all its energy on cultivating Chen Haoran.
After all, this guy is a rare genius of the Shuchuan Tang Sect in a thousand years!
The White Dragon Envoy, on the other hand, has not made much progress and is roughly at the second level of Wu Jun.
After a few people exchanged pleasantries, Tang Feng asked: "By the way, how is Deputy Sect Leader Tang doing now?"
Tang Tianhao, the deputy sect leader of the Tang Sect, was poisoned by the most strange poison in the world, the Zimu Lianxin Gu. Although Tang Feng had suppressed the poison last time, it has been so long that it might happen again.
Chen Haoran sighed sadly: "The situation is not very good. I took my father to Songshan Shaolin this time because I knew that the Medicine King from the Medicine King Valley was coming. But it would be great if you come back now, brother."
Tang Feng nodded and said: "In this case, take me to see him immediately."
Everyone in the Tang Sect already knew that this dragon thorn user of the Dragon Group could use the Taiyi Divine Needle that was lost in ancient times. Naturally, they had no objections and quickly led him into the wing room inside.
Tang Tianhao was still lying unconscious on a wooden bed, and he still looked very thin, like a piece of dry wood that had been sucked dry.
Tang Feng frowned and ordered the people from the Tang Sect to get the silver needle and cast the second level of the Taiyi Divine Needle again. At this level, not to mention there were three thousand divine fires, it was no longer difficult to extinguish this poison.
This time Tang Feng no longer had any reservations, because he found that even if he refined and absorbed the poison essence, it would not be of much help to his own realm.
Thinking about it, because his realm is already very high and requires too much energy, this small poison essence can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket for him.
After about half a cup of tea, Tang Feng retracted the needle, and then exhaled for a long time: "Okay, this poison has been completely eliminated now, and there won't be any problems in the future."
Chen Haoran immediately stepped forward and said: "Thank you, brother!"
Tang Feng waved his hands and said with a smile: "You and I, brothers, why do you need to say thank you? Besides, your father is still very weak now. Remember to take care of yourself."
Chen Haoran nodded solemnly, and at this moment, someone suddenly reported outside that the Yao King of Yao Wang Valley had arrived at the meeting hall outside.
Chen Haoran was now the young master of the Tang Sect. He frowned and said, "The King of Medicine is here so soon, but no matter what, we still have to go out to greet him."
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the people of Yaowang Valley have always been very noble and have a high status. Maybe Yaowang Valley is not outstanding in terms of martial arts attainments, but in the medical world, it is like Mount Taishan and Beidou.
Even people from Wudang Shaolin do not dare to offend the people of Yaowang Valley too much. After all, in the world of martial arts, injuries are commonplace, and no one can guarantee that one day he will be asked to come to Yaowang Valley.
The King of Medicine seems to be more majestic than expected. At this moment, he is standing in the hall with his legs spread. His purple robe is very noble and gorgeous, and at least six of his ten fingers are wearing agate rings.
The robe is exquisite, with a layer of gold trim on the side, and the whole body is shining with jewels. Behind the Medicine King, there are three deacons and elders from the Medicine King Valley, and behind the elders are four medicine boys carrying medicine boxes.
Tang Feng followed the people from the Tang Sect out and did not speak, but remained silent.
As the young master of the Tang Sect, Chen Haoran immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "I didn't know that the King of Medicine was coming so soon, and the Tang Sect was disappointed to meet him from afar. I hope you will forgive me."
Medicine King put his hands behind his back and held his head high, and said in an old-fashioned way: "There is no need to say more polite words. Take me in immediately and help your deputy sect master treat his illness."
Chen Haoran smiled awkwardly and said: "To be honest, my father's illness has been cured."
"Cure?" The King of Medicine couldn't help but was startled. Before he could speak, the deacon elder behind him said: "Since the disease has been cured, why do we still invite the King of Medicine to come? Isn't this just amusement for our King of Medicine Valley!"
