The outskirts of Kyoto.
In a simple bamboo house.
A set of exquisite blue and white porcelain tea sets is placed on the exquisite tea table made of rosewood.
A beautiful girl wearing a white knitted sweater dress, a black waistcoat, and a long ponytail on her black hair was skillfully making tea.
Sometimes the jade fingers gently curl, sometimes they pick up the tea set and pick it up. The movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.
The two old men sat opposite each other, admiring the girl's tea art, nodding in admiration from time to time.
"Divine Doctor Sun, you and I have worked together these days to replicate the Nine-Turn Magic Needle. Do you think the Nine-Turn Magic Needle that you and I can imitate is as good as that of Divine Doctor Qin?"
The old man who spoke was Ye Lao, a world-famous pediatrician in Kyoto.
As for Dr. Sun, it is naturally Dr. Sun.
"The tea is ready, you two, please use it slowly!"
At this time, the girl gently picked up the male cup with her beautiful hands and poured a cup for each of the two old men.
"Xinyi's tea art is getting better and better. Just watching you make tea makes me feel like I'm a fairy!"
Sun Shenzhen picked up the tea cup and put it under his nose and sniffed it gently: "Good tea, beautiful people and beautiful tea!"
If a young man said this, he would be a bit like a prodigal, but if Sun Shenzhen, a man of seventy or eighty years old, said this, it would be a pure compliment.
Yes, this beauty is Ye Xinyi, who died in front of Qin Fan last time, known as Little Ye Miracle Doctor.
"Thank you, Mr. Sun!" Ye Xinyi smiled slightly and returned the gift generously, without the slightest affectation of her younger daughter.
Next to him, Mr. Ye stared at Divine Doctor Sun intently and continued the topic: "Brother Sun, you haven't answered me yet?"
Divine Doctor Sun put down his tea cup, looked at the somewhat anxious Divine Doctor Ye, and chuckled: "How can the Nine-Turn Magic Needle created by the two of us be comparable to the original version?"
"If I had to describe it, it would be a world of difference!"
Doctor Ye's face turned cold instantly: "Haha, Brother Sun, although it is an imitation, the acupuncture technique created by the combined efforts of you and me won't be much worse than any acupuncture technique in the world, right?"
"I think you have deified the nine-turn magic needle!"
Divine Doctor Sun smiled and said: "I know you are not convinced, but this is the fact. If you don't believe it, use the nine-turn magic needle we created to go to Dongzhou to compare with the original nine-turn magic needle of Doctor Qin, and you will naturally be superior. Sentence!"
Doctor Ye, who has a fiery personality, snorted coldly: "After all, I still don't believe that there really is such a magical acupuncture method in the world!"
Doctor Sun said with a gloating smile: "Old man Ye, you will lose face when the time comes. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"
"You don't have to worry about it!" Doctor Ye snatched the teapot from Doctor Sun's hand, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
"Huh, Xinyi, we're back!"
Looking at the empty tea cup, Divine Doctor Sun smiled and shook his head: "Old man Ye, even at such an old age, still has such a hot temper!"
…
Jiangbei, Yan family.
Upon hearing the news that the Cheng family was destroyed, Yan Beifei said coldly: "You deserve it!"
Since the Cheng family can't count on it, they can only ask the Sword God to take action himself.
After all, according to the news from the Cheng family, the Nianci Group has a master-level powerhouse in charge.
Yan Beifei walked directly to the backyard without saying a word.
There is a small courtyard with beautiful scenery and original ecological environment in the backyard. There is a simple hut there, which is the retreat place of the God of Swords.
However, just when Yan Beifei approached the small courtyard, a figure in gray suddenly appeared like a ghost and blocked his way.
"No one is allowed to come near the master's retreat!"
He was still wearing the same old gray coat from decades ago. He had an ordinary appearance and was older than Yan Beifei. His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, showing no emotion or anger.
Seeing this person, even Yan Beifei, the head of the Yan family, bowed respectfully: "I've seen Senior Sword Guard!"
"I came to see my father for something important!"
This man is the servant of the Sword God, and can also be regarded as the Sword God's apprentice. He has been serving the Sword God for decades.
"My master has told me that if he goes into seclusion this time, even if the Yan family is destroyed, he will never be spared!"
"This..." Yan Beifei frowned deeply. He knew the meaning of seclusion, which is to never break through the realm and never leave the seclusion. Otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted, and even the body and soul will disappear.
"Excuse me." Yan Beifei returned helplessly.
Back in the living room, Yan Beifei thought about how to take revenge on the Nianci Group. If my father doesn't come out of seclusion, he has no choice but to use force to retaliate. He has to find other ways.
"Didn't you go ask your father to come out of confinement? Why are you back?" Yan Beifei's wife, Liu Feixue, walked in and asked.
"My father is in seclusion and cannot help Yu'er get revenge!"
"Then what should we do? We can't let our enemies live freely!" Liu Feixue said with a look of resentment.
"I heard that Nianci Group is going to enter the pharmaceutical industry recently and has established a new department, Nianci Pharmaceutical. How about we destroy Nianci Pharmaceutical first, collect some interest first, wait for my father to leave the country, and then let the people of Nianci Group eye for eye."
Yan Beifei's face lit up: "I almost forgot, you are from the Medicine God Valley, so it's not easy to destroy Nianci Pharmaceuticals!"
"Okay, then first destroy Nianci Pharmaceuticals and cut off the Nianci Group!"
…
Dongzhou, Yundingshan Villa.
Under the influence of the innate spirit gathering formation, the aura of the entire Yunding Mountain is becoming more and more intense, attracting more and more people to come and play.
It has been ten days since Qin Fan came back. During these ten days, he has been practicing, consolidating his cultivation in the late stage of the Hidden Sword Realm and preparing to re-enter the Sword Raising Realm in the future.
When he returned from the Immortal Realm, not only had he exhausted all his cultivation, but all his magic weapons and weapons had turned into scrap metal. Even his almost immortal Taoist body had been forcibly consumed and turned into an ordinary person's body.
It is said that the Sword Emperor has returned, but in fact it is no different from reincarnation and rebuilding.
The most precious thing he possesses is the experience and memory of the Great Emperor of the Immortal Realm.
Therefore, he did not dare to neglect his cultivation at all.
After finishing this practice, he stood on the rooftop of the villa, looking far into the distance.
After entering the late stage of Hidden Sword Realm, his strength once again improved to a higher level. If he were to face a strong person like the Holy Envoy of the Holy Land, he could easily handle it.
With his current eyesight, he could clearly see the faces of everyone who came to play at the foot of the mountain.
Although Yunding Mountain is located far away from the main city, due to its beautiful scenery and the developers building villas here, there was no shortage of people coming to visit it.
Now that Qin Fan has arranged the innate spirit gathering formation, the number of people coming has increased ten times.
Today is Sunday. Tang Chuchu and Liu Mengyao heard about the fresh air in Yundingshan Villa and came here to play.
Liu Mengyao looked at Yunding Mountain shrouded in mist, feeling full of mystery.
"Chu Chu, we never saw anything like this when we came to Yunding Mountain before!"
"Is the legend true? Are there really gods living up there?"
Tang Chuchu covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Stop talking nonsense, how can any immortal live on such a small broken mountain! Huangshan, Huashan, and Taishan, which one is not a hundred times stronger than Yunding Mountain!"
Liu Mengyao chuckled: "Yes, if I were a god, I would definitely choose Mount Tai!"
"However, the air here is indeed very fresh. Just for a while, I felt refreshed!"
