In the backyard of the villa, an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a relatively thin Tang suit, was tremblingly practicing the Taoist body-training recipe 'Ba Duan Jin'.
Although his strength was no longer enough, and his hands and legs were trembling slightly when he exerted his strength, every movement of the old man was performed very standardly, comparable to those old Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain who had practiced for decades.
When he was reaching the seventh stage of training, "Punching fists and glaring with anger to increase strength," a middle-aged man who looked exactly like an old man walked over lightly.
He didn't dare to make too much noise so as not to disturb the old man's boxing practice.
Ever since he could remember, he knew that the old man must practice the "Ba Duan Jin" once every morning and evening. When practicing, he must complete one set without interruption in the middle, and no one is allowed to interrupt.
But today was of great importance, so Han Tao hesitated and said, "Dad, Ruoxue is back."
Hearing the words, the old man kept moving his hands. Not only was there no displeasure on his face, but a smile appeared on his face: "This girl, it has been difficult for her during this time. It's just that I'm a lot older, so she doesn't need to bother anymore. You have to Please give her more advice."
"Dad, you don't know her temper. Who can control it?" Han Tao said helplessly.
Seeing that the old man just smiled and didn't reply, Han Tao continued: "Ruoxue just said that he invited that person over."
Han Yuan, who was still playing Baduanjin, trembled, immediately stopped what he was doing, and asked excitedly: "When will you arrive?"
"We're already at the door." Han Tao opened his mouth wide, unable to believe his eyes.
The old man who never stops, actually stopped midway today?
"You kid, why didn't you tell me about such an important thing earlier?" Han Yuan walked towards the door of the villa while changing his shoes.
"Dad, aren't I afraid of disturbing your practice of Baduanjin?" Han Tao looked helpless.
He clearly remembered that when he was still young, he once disturbed the old man's boxing practice, and the old man punished him by punishing him with a horse stance for two hours.
He has forgotten how he persisted in getting the piercing done. He only knows that after the piercing was done, he couldn't get out of bed for three days and had to sit on the edge of the bed to urinate.
Han Yuan snorted coldly: "Is it more important that I practice boxing, or is the future of the Han family more important? You, it doesn't matter!"
After scolding him, he muttered to himself: "I just hope that person won't blame me for not going out to greet him, otherwise I, Han Yuan, will never be able to atone for his sin!"
With that said, Han Yuan trotted towards the door. Han Tao followed him, fearing that one of him would lose his balance and fall to the ground, while the other one would be frightened.
In the front yard of the villa, Ling Yi followed Han Ruoxue, listening to her introduce the scenery of the villa, nodding from time to time, not sure whether it meant agreement or 'get it'.
It wasn't until he approached the lobby of the villa that Ling Yi said, "The layout is good, but the terrain is a bit low."
When Han Ruoxue heard this, her eyes lit up and she hurriedly asked: "Master Ling likes such a single-family villa?"
"It's okay, just barely." Ling Yi said truthfully.
Although this villa occupies a very large area and achieves the ultimate in Chinese luxury, it is far different from his previous immortal mansion in the world of immortality. To say it is barely enough is to praise this villa. A single-family villa.
But Ling Yi was unintentional in speaking, but Han Ruoxue was interested in listening. She immediately recorded this information about Ling Yi's preferences, and then respectfully opened the entrance door to the living room of the villa for Ling Yi.
Different from the common townhouses on the market today, the living room of this villa is more than fifty meters deep. The huge living room is divided into leisure areas and reception areas. The partitions are clear, making it truly large but not spacious. wide.
Han Ruoxue led Ling Yi to the sofa and sat down: "Master Ling, wait a moment, I will ask grandpa to come over immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, two people ran out of the side corridor of the living room, one old and one young. They were Han Yuan and his son in a hurry.
"Master came to my humble abode, but I couldn't welcome you from afar. Please forgive me, master." Han Yuan cupped his fists and said humbly from afar.
"No need to be polite, just extend your hand." Ling Yi said directly.
When Han Yuan heard this, he didn't react for a moment. He stretched out his hand and looked at Han Ruoxue with a frown, asking with his eyes what was going on.
Seeing this, Han Ruoxue hurriedly explained: "Master Ling is not only a master of martial arts, but also proficient in the art of elixirs, so I specially asked Master to come over and help you diagnose and treat you."
"You used the only mobile phone you had? What a nonsense!" Han Yuan was furious. "My life is nothing compared to the future of the Han family. How can you, a girl, be so indifferent?"
"Shut up!" Ling Yi shouted softly, and Han Yuan immediately fell silent.
Ling Yi didn't waste any more words. He stretched out his fingers and put them on Han Yuan's wrist. He then transferred a trace of spiritual energy into it and circulated it along the veins of Han Yuan's body. He then released his fingers.
But in the eyes of Han Ruoxue and the others, Ling Yi just put his finger on it and let go in less than two seconds. Isn't it too childish to be so quick?
"Master Ling, my grandfather...?" Han Ruoxue asked tentatively.
"If your grandpa hadn't practiced Taoist Baduanjin diligently these years, I'm afraid he should have left ten years ago."
When Han Ruoxue heard this, her eyes widened immediately: "How do you know that my grandfather is practicing Taoist 'Ba Duan Jin'?"
When Han Yuan and Han Tao heard this, they immediately showed surprised expressions - it only took two seconds to take a pulse, can you tell from this? You must have done some research beforehand!
Ling Yi did not answer, but asked instead: "His condition is probably caused by hidden injuries to his heart and lungs thirty years ago. Why do you need asparagus grass? It's useless to eat it."
As soon as these words came out, all three people present were stunned.
Neither Han Tao nor Han Ruoxue knew that the old man was injured thirty years ago. How did Ling Yi know about it?
Just based on the two seconds when the pulse was taken?
What a liar!
At this time, Han Yuan had already bowed to Ling Yi's admiration. He quickly bowed and said: "Master is really a god! Before that, I was the only one in the world who knew about my injury thirty years ago."
Han Tao also reacted at this time, and knelt down to Ling Yi with a pop: "Master Ling, please save my father!"
"Get up, is this small injury worth kneeling down to pray for?" Ling Yi asked speechlessly.
As a result, the Han family's grandfather and grandson were even more speechless than him when they heard this - you call this fatal internal injury a minor injury?
"Master Ling, do you need to prepare any medicinal materials? I will go to Bai Xinglin to buy them now!" Han Ruoxue asked excitedly after being speechless.
"Who said we need to use medicinal materials?" Ling Yi was speechless again.
"..." Han Ruoxue was confused and asked: "Don't Master Ling need to use medicinal materials to make elixirs? Then use elixirs to cure grandpa's internal injuries?"
Hearing this, Ling Yi thought to himself: 'Sure enough, I can hide the fact that I used the elixir to cure a small broken leg from the doctor and Qi Shiyun, but I can't hide it from anyone who cares. '
But Ling Yi didn't care, after all, it didn't matter even if someone knew about it.
Ling Yi waved his hand and said impatiently: "I said it was just a minor injury, so why is there any need to refine pills?"
Hearing this, everyone had complicated expressions on their faces, three parts happy, three parts worried, and four parts doubtful.
Even Han Ruoxue felt that Ling Yi was exaggerating at this time. After all, all the famous doctors in Jiangzhou were helpless about grandpa's disease, and the master of traditional Chinese medicine in Jingzhou had just cut off his life. How did he end up here with Ling Yi? Becoming so insignificant?
After Ling Yi finished speaking, he ignored their complicated expressions and did not explain to them any more. Instead, he directly directed towards Han Yuan's heart and patted him lightly with his palm...
