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Chapter Nineteen No Money

For a moment, Tian Yu and others were stunned. With Su Nan's status, even among the second-generation wealthy officials in Tianzhou, no one dared to talk to him like this. Lin Zichen was really a lunatic.

Su Nan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Haha, he is indeed a bit brave. No wonder even Luo Shi stood up for him." As he spoke, Su Nan's expression showed a trace of cruelty.

"Master Su, this guy is like this. Master Zhu was fooled by him at Jufu Club some time ago." Of course Tian Yu was referring to the checkout matter. He would not let go of this opportunity. If Su Nan took action, Lin Zi

There is no way Chenbi can turn over again.

"That's because Zhu Pengcheng is incompetent. Lin Zichen, since you are willing to challenge my patience, then let's have fun, but if you die from being played, you will bring it upon yourself!"

At this time, Su Nan had completely lost her previous Confucianism, and looked so cold that Tian Yu and Liu Yunchao did not dare to say anything anymore.

By the Yanming River at night, Lin Zichen looked at the three elixirs refined from Earth Flame Zhi and nodded slowly.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air: "After all, this Earthly Flame Zhi cannot be considered a top-grade exotic medicine. It is okay to refine it with the fire of true energy, but to refine higher-level elixirs, I'm afraid you need the assistance of the refining cauldron.

"

He took the elixir and instantly felt the hot Qi pouring into his body. His meridians and Dantian, which were originally stable, immediately showed signs of growth under this strong impact.

For martial artists, there is a period of calm in practice after all, and at this time, the role of external force is particularly important, which can avoid a long period of calm and achieve the effect of rapid cultivation.

It took more than two hours for the medicine to be absorbed, and Lin Zichen felt a complete change in his strength. Although he was still far from the middle stage of the Nayuan realm, he had at least begun to climb.

Looking at the Yanming River at night, he was filled with emotion. After two generations of human beings, Daoxuan Tianzun is my noble one. Speaking of it, he is like a teacher. Unfortunately, we may not meet again.

He remembered everything in the ward that day so vividly that it seemed like a legend, but now it was confirmed one by one...

That night, Lin Zichen was in a coma, but he was awakened by the colorful dazzling light in the ward. He looked at the wonders he had never seen before in amazement, and his heart was filled with wonder.

In the mist, an old man with white hair appeared faintly, with a kind face but a feeling of extreme weakness.

He slowly walked towards Lin Zichen and touched Lin Zichen's head with one hand, his expression complex and sad.

"Old sir, you are..."

"I am Daoxuan Tianzun. I died during the heavenly tribulation. Although my soul is still alive, it is also torn apart by thunder, and my soul is blown away into smoke from time to time."

Lin Zichen didn't know what to say. After all, all of this seemed like a fairy tale to him. It couldn't be explained at all based on what he had learned in more than ten years.

Daoxuan Tianzun smiled and said: "You are the last person Daoxuan comes into contact with in this world. It's just that I didn't expect it to be on earth. Anyway, you and I are destined. My strength has been completely destroyed. Only my consciousness can be passed down in this world. You are me."

Close disciples and give them the title Xiaoyao."

"Xiaoyao..." Lin Zichen murmured, but his eyes had a determined look.

Daoxuan Tianzun couldn't help but nod. I have been passing on this inheritance for more than a thousand years. Fortunately, this son has the roots of martial arts.

Suddenly, Lin Zichen showed a painful expression, and the memory and consciousness in his mind were rapidly growing. As a teenager, he carried hundreds of years of experiences, pictures and stories.

"Xiaoyaozi, if you become a master of martial arts in the future and can bear the heavy responsibility of martial arts, you will naturally find the footprints of my Daoxuan."

But at this moment, Daoxuan Tianzun's smile broke away, like broken ice, melting into the space, and even the traces were completely gone.



Looking at the water of the Yanming River, Lin Zichen took a deep breath, and his eyes emitted a fiery light. I felt at most sixty-seven percent of Daoxuan Tianzun's consciousness, and the remaining part should be his last hundred years of memory. It seems that he must fully understand what he has experienced.

, I still need to continue to improve my martial arts.

I will recognize you as my teacher because of your inheritance. I believe that one day I will achieve great mastery in martial arts and find your footprints!

But the first step is that I must be strong and protect my parents so that no one will look down on us again!

boom!

With one palm strike, the river surged, the wind roared like a beast, and in the center of the river, a whirlpool continued for a long time...

Lin Zichen planned to practice all night, but Fang Ning's call interrupted him.

"Miss Fang, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Mr. Lin, you are too polite. Just call me Fang Ning from now on. My father has woken up. Grandpa hopes you can come and take a look."

Lin Zichen frowned slightly. In fact, he was very unhappy that his practice was interrupted, but Fang Youwei was also his patient, so it didn't hurt to go take a look.

"Okay, I'll go to the military hospital later."

Tonight, Fang Youwei's ward was very quiet. If Fang Mingshan, Fang Dequan and his wife came to Fang Mingshan that day, they just wanted to see that Fang Youwei was incurable, so that they could go to carve up Yunshan smoothly.

The power of the group.

But it was not the case today. In order to let Fang Youwei get a better rest, Fang Jingzhi even blocked the news of his son's awakening so that he could rest, and only asked Fang Ning to notify Lin Zichen.

Walking into the border defense, Lin Zichen first greeted Fang Jingzhi, and then looked at Fang Youwei on the hospital bed.

At this time, Fang Youwei's face was rosy and his breath was even. He was completely different from his old appearance that day. His weakness was no longer there, and the aura of a successful person had reappeared.

But the most surprising thing was Fang Youwei. When he woke up, he heard his father and daughter say that the miracle doctor who cured him was Mr. Lin, but he never thought that Mr. Lin was actually a teenager. This was simply incredible.

"You are Mr. Lin. Youwei really don't know how to thank you..." Seeing Lin Zichen, Fang Youwei couldn't help but get excited. Just as he was about to stand up, Lin Zichen stepped forward and held his shoulders.

"Mr. Fang, you don't have to be polite. Although the root cause of your disease has been eliminated, you have been ill for too long and your body still needs to rest and recover. Don't get excited."

Fang Youwei nodded slowly and saw that although Lin Zichen was young, he looked calm. He believed what his father and daughter said. Although Mr. Lin was young, this kind of stability was rare to see.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, I really didn't expect you to be so young. You are so young and promising."

"Haha, compared to Mr. Fang, Zichen is nothing. He who can preside over such a large enterprise as Yunshan Group is a contemporary hero." Lin Zichen said with a smile.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Fang Jingzhi laughed: "Hahaha, Mr. Lin, you are so polite. You saved Youwei's life. I can't thank you enough."

Lin Zichen smiled and said nothing, but in his heart he admired Fang Jingzhi very much. Although this old man had a bit of a hot temper and was a bit unhappy when they first met, he was really quick-talking and had a good nature.

"Yes, Mr. Lin, my father is awake, and grandpa is very happy. In fact, I came to you firstly to see if there are any problems with my father's health, and secondly... I also want to express my gratitude."

Hearing Fang Ning's words, Lin Zichen did not shirk hypocritically. After all, efforts will be rewarded. If the Fang family wants to pay for medical treatment, it is what he deserves, and he also understood a truth at the Jufu Club. People, no one.

Money doesn't matter.


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