After a while, I don't know what He Yaozu and Sun Bing told Old Man Zhao, but Old Man Zhao finally agreed to let Qin Hai treat him.
But when Qin Hai walked up to Old Man Zhao, Old Man Zhao gave him a stern look and said, "Boy, no matter whether you can heal my injuries or not, I will definitely not accept your love. You want to learn from me?"
For the Taoism of our Maoshan sect, we must first enter the Maoshan sect, and this cannot be changed."
Qin Hai smiled faintly, "Then I'll tell you first, no matter how powerful your Maoshan Taoism is, I will never join the Maoshan sect, so you can rest assured about this."
Old man Zhao was so angry that his eyes widened.
Qin Hai didn't care whether the old man was angry or not, he walked around behind Old Zhao and put his palm on his back. As the true energy slowly spit out, Old Zhao's physical condition was quickly made clear to him. Then he
He took out a moxibustion needle and gave Old Zhao a few needles, and then used Taoist secrets to massage Old Zhao for about ten minutes. Finally, his palm suddenly exerted force and gently patted Old Zhao's back.
Old Man Zhao immediately spat out a mouthful of black bruises, emitting a strong fishy smell.
Seeing this scene, Old Zhao's disciples all looked happy. Sun Bing was even more overjoyed and quickly bowed deeply towards Qin Hai.
After Old Man Zhao rested for a while, his face gradually turned from white to red, and his mental state seemed much better than before.
Qin Hai checked him again, and then said to Sun Bing and others with a smile: "Okay, the old man's body is fine."
"Master Qin, thank you, thank you so much!" Sun Bing happily bowed to Qin Hai again.
Before Qin Hai could speak, Old Man Zhao suddenly snorted, "What's there to be thankful for? If I hadn't come to Yunzhou, I would have been able to cure the hidden wounds by taking a few more medicines. You are just wasting your efforts."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "Okay, I'll continue to break the formation, so don't follow me."
Sun Bing gave Qin Poster a wry smile, then hurriedly caught up with Old Man Zhao and said, "Master, why don't you let Master Xiao Qin go down with you?"
Old Man Zhao stopped and looked back at Qin Hai, snorting coldly: "Aside from having some inner strength and knowing some medical skills, what can that kid do?"
Sun Bing pondered for a moment and said: "Master, I know you want to revive our Maoshan sect, but it's a pity that your disciples are incompetent and have failed to live up to your expectations."
Old Man Zhao's face softened a little, and he waved his hands and said: "I can't blame you. Our Maoshan Sect has suffered many heavy losses, and there are not many good things passed down. And my talent is limited, and after decades of hard study, I am far inferior to your master.
, I really feel ashamed of Master’s high expectations.”
Having said this, Old Man Zhao sighed, with a sad look on his face, "Actually, your uncle is really talented, but it's a pity that he went astray. If something like that hadn't happened back then, he would have taken over Maoshan."
Even though we, the Maoshan sect, would not be in this situation."
Sun Bing said: "Master, I remember you once said that if you have bad conduct, the higher your talent, the easier it is to go astray and make bigger mistakes. So if you really let that uncle take over the Maoshan sect,
, I’m afraid it may not be a good thing for our Maoshan sect.”
Old Man Zhao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "That's indeed the truth!"
Sun Bing added: "Master, Master Xiao Qin has such good kung fu at such a young age, and Director He still thinks so highly of him. I think he is not only very talented, but also a very good character."
Old Man Zhao glanced at Qin Hai in the distance and sighed: "Of course I know, but it's a pity that boy has no interest in our Maoshan Sect. Otherwise, if he can be brought to our Maoshan Sect, it will definitely be a big deal to our Maoshan Sect."
It's a good thing, otherwise the future of our Maoshan sect will fall into the hands of this kid."
Sun Bing smiled and said: "I think he may not be interested in the Taoism of our Maoshan sect, but he just doesn't want to join our Maoshan sect. In fact, it doesn't matter. If our Maoshan sect can carry forward the Taoism in his hands, it will be beneficial to our Maoshan sect."
There is no harm at all."
Old Man Zhao was stunned for a moment, "You mean-"
"Master, instead of letting the inheritance be cut off, it is better to choose someone who is destined to pass it on. As long as the Taoism continues, the inheritance of our Maoshan sect will naturally not be cut off, and there will always be a time when it will flourish again in the future."
Old Man Zhao pondered for a long time and nodded slowly, "What you said makes sense, but we have to wait and see if this kid has any fate with our Maoshan Sect."
…
Half an hour later, Qin Hai and Old Man Zhao arrived at the underground parking lot together.
Old man Zhao was still the same as before, with a stinky face, as if he didn't want to see Qin Hai. This time, old man Zhao held a black wooden box in his hand. When he arrived at the elevator door of Building 4, he carefully lifted the wooden box.
The box was placed on the ground, and then he bowed respectfully to the wooden box and muttered something at the same time.
Qin Hai listened to a few words, saying that some disciples were ashamed of their ancestors and wanted to ask their ancestors for help. It seemed that the things in the wooden box were things passed down from the ancestors of the Maoshan sect, otherwise this old man wouldn't know how to do it.
So respectful.
After a while, old man Zhao finished talking and then opened the wooden box. Qin Hai took a look and saw that there was a very short wooden sword in the wooden box, about a foot long. It looked very ordinary, but he didn't know it.
What's the use.
But at this moment, Qin Hai suddenly felt strange, and found that the five white broken bones that had been dormant in his dantian suddenly flashed a white light.
Old man Zhao didn't even care that Qin Hai was looking at her. He opened the lid of the box and took the wooden sword in his hand. Then he closed his eyes and began to mutter something. Not long after, a magical scene suddenly happened.
The wooden dagger less than a foot long began to glow white.
And as the wooden sword began to glow, a spiral airflow suddenly appeared in the underground parking lot, and the center of the airflow was the dagger in Old Man Zhao's hand.
The air flow became stronger and stronger, as if all the cold air was rushing towards the wooden sword. Not long after, Qin Hai felt that the temperature in the parking lot had risen a lot.
Qin Hai was surprised. This wooden sword was really powerful. It was indeed a good thing inherited from the Maoshan Sect.
But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from a corner of the underground parking lot, and then a strong chill jumped out of the elevator shaft of Elevator No. 4, and the temperature of the underground parking lot seemed to drop suddenly.
It's like ten degrees higher.
In an instant, Old Man Zhao's expression changed drastically. Not only did his face begin to turn pale, but sweat also broke out on his forehead. In the end, even the two hands holding the wooden sword began to tremble slightly.
Soon after, Old Man Zhao's whole body began to tremble, his face was covered with large beads of sweat, and the sweat on his body turned into white mist and began to rise from the top of his head.
But the white mist only lasted for a short time before disappearing, because the sweat on Old Man Zhao's body was quickly frozen into hoarfrost and ice condensed on his hair and beard.
At the same time, the white light on the dagger gradually dimmed.