"You... haven't said anything yet, why did you... come to me? What... do you need my help with?" Mo Wentian tried his best to suppress his excitement, but facing Zuo Lengyue, he would always
There was a trace of nervousness, and this was a problem that no one could solve. If only he could prick his tongue with two needles, he would have done it long ago.
While he was talking, Mo Wentian took out a silver needle and silently applied it to a certain acupuncture point on the back of his hand. He knew that this acupuncture point could relieve tension. But no matter what
Is acupuncture effective or does it play a psychological role? His stuttering is much better than before.
"It seems that everyone has the same idea now. If there is nothing to do, they will not easily walk around to see old friends." Zuo Lengyue smiled slightly: "Huh, it's been twenty years, and you still look the same.
There hasn’t been much change. Why, can acupuncture be used to beautify the skin?”
"Slightly... it has... some effect." Mo Wentian smiled faintly. He didn't know what Zuo Lengyue meant by this, but he felt that it was meant for him: "Yeah, actually.
...Old friends... If nothing happens between friends, they should move around each other, hahaha... The years go by so fast."
Zuo Lengyue shook her head helplessly: "But as time goes by, there will be more and more things around a person. Not many people can abandon everything in the world like you, live in seclusion in the world, and live a simple and happy life.
life... We are all people controlled by the shackles of life."
Mo Wentian was startled, how much he wanted to say that he also wanted to be controlled by the shackles of life, but he couldn't get his own happiness, so he chose to live in seclusion in the world. These leisurely days seemed unrestrained, but the real simple happiness was...
It's always a little bit different.
Most people have regrets in their lives, and no one can make up for it. The world is so big, how can regrets not exist? It’s just that these regrets cannot be made up even if we try every means. Regrets are regrets, missed ones, and can’t be made up for.
Making up for it is called regret.
"I did come to you because I have something to do." Zuo Lengyue said calmly: "I just don't know, after so many years, will you still regard me as an old friend as a friend? If you think I have done anything presumptuous
Wherever you go, just follow your own rules."
After a pause, Zuo Lengyue continued: "I heard that if I want you to help save people, I must promise you and do something for you. Am I right?"
"You want me to help save people?" Mo Wentian was startled, "Leng Yue... you ask me to help... I will definitely help... Qian... don't say such unreasonable words. No... no matter the time
How long has passed...I will treat you as a friend...friend, really."
"But if you just help me like this, will it break your rules?" Zuo Lengyue said.
Mo Wentian patted his chest and said: "The rules I set... the rules! I... I say what it is, then... it is what it is! There is no such thing as bad or bad rules... Say it! My rules
, I...make the decision myself!"
Ling Feng and Ou Nan were both surprised to hear that Mo Wentian agreed so happily. Although Mo Wentian lived in seclusion here, his legend was spread a lot. Not long ago, Gong Kang, the boss of the New Taipei Society, went crazy while practicing martial arts.
The meridians were messy and needed someone to straighten them out with acupuncture. Since New Taipei Society was so wealthy, it was natural to think of asking Mo Wentian for a consultation.
But Mo Wentian refused with just one word. He would definitely not leave this place. If he wanted to get an acupuncture, he would come. Moreover, he would also build a hospital in a small town called Migagong near Death Valley where he lived.
A school, hire some teachers for the children in this town!
Only after agreeing to this condition would he take action. It was because when he went to this small town to purchase, he heard several children express their desire for knowledge, so he had this condition. Originally, the New Taipei Society thought that by virtue of
His own money could make Mo Wentian break the rules, but Mo Wentian gave them back with just one sentence, and told them that if they felt unhappy, they could come to this valley to find him at any time, as long as they were not afraid of being struck by lightning.
Many people know about the Lenggler Canyon, which is also known as the Valley of Death. The fact that Mo Wentian could live in it for so long without any accidents is obviously a myth among people. So much so that even in New Taipei City,
Don't do anything out of the ordinary rashly.
In the end, the New Taipei Society built a school in the small town of Migagong, hired teachers at a high price, and signed a contract to teach for several years. In the end, Gong Kang also lived in this small town, and Mo Wengenius came to teach him
Acupuncture adjusted the rhythm of his meridians, which had become obsessed with chaos, and also kept his skills intact.
Gong Kang was so grateful to Mo Wentian afterwards!
And for such a hard-to-request great god, Zuo Lengyue could do it with just two sentences today. The empress deserves to be an empress, and she really has nothing to say about her face.
Ling Feng and Ou Nan both stretched out. Now that they have agreed, let's get ready to leave. Although they are already very tired from driving, time waits for no one. They must rush back immediately to deal with Xu Yun's matter.
solve.
"What...what is the situation of the person you want to save?" Mo Wentian was still very concerned about Zuo Lengyue's matter.
"It was because the inner demon broke out and forced me to use mental power to suppress it, which caused the body's meridians to become completely disordered." Zuo Lengyue said.
Mo Wentian glared: "This... this is also a big problem. If there are no timely... measures, then even if I go... there will be no point."
"I have asked people to use silver needles to seal 108 important acupuncture points on his body." Zuo Lengyue said: "The acupuncturist is also a master of acupuncture, but he is not as good as you. She can't solve him with acupuncture.
The resentment in my body. So I need you to come forward and help me. If you don’t help me, this child will be hopeless."
Mo Wentian was quite surprised. It was not easy to find someone to seal the acupoints with silver needles. Indeed, this bought him time. If there was no problem with the sealing of the acupoints with silver needles, then as long as there was time, he could
It can really bring this man back to life.
"Who is he?" Mo Wentian was curious as to who could make Zuo Lengyue so interested in him that she would come so far to find him and wipe out this face.
"Xu Yun." Zuo Lengyue said lightly. She knew that Mo Wentian would ask, and he had no intention of hiding it from him.
Xu Yun? Mo Wentian was startled, why did it sound familiar?
Wait a minute!?! Mo Wentian's eyes grew wider and wider. He suddenly stopped stuttering and jumped up: "Could it be that this Xu Yun is Xu Chen's son?!"
Zuo Lengyue nodded: "Yes, it's the child of Xu Chen and that woman."
Mo Wentian felt a dull feeling in his heart. Why! Why did Xu Chen's son want him to save him? You know how much he hated Xu Chen twenty years ago. Moreover, Mo Wentian couldn't understand it.
What's more, this boy is the child of Xu Chen and another woman. Now Zuo Lengyue would actually beg him for this boy?
"Why?!" Mo Wentian couldn't understand, really couldn't understand. He really couldn't figure out what kind of magic power this Xu Chen had! He had been in the Marti France Island felon prison for so many years, and he could still influence him.
Zuo Lengyue’s every move.
This damn guy... Mo Wentian has been recuperating and recuperating for so many years, but at this moment he is still a little overwhelmed!
Ling Feng and Ou Nan really didn't understand. Why did the empress tell Mo Wentian Xu Yun's identity?! They didn't even think about how much Mo Wentian hated Xu Chen at that time. Now Xu Yun's
The identity told Mo Wentian, wouldn't this cost Xu Yun's life?