A small room of five or six square meters came into view, filled with some very precious books and other things. These things were stolen by Qian Xinzhong, by virtue of his position and financial resources, at an unknown cost, or purchased at a high price, or robbed openly or covertly like a robber. It can be said that Qian Xinzhong has worked hard for half of his life. If it weren't for the desperation, how could he let Fang Bei get these hearts.

Fang Bei glanced at Qian Xinzhong, picked up a few classical medical books and began to flip through them. I have to say that Qian Xinzhong really has two brushes, some of which he has seen in the old man's study, and others that he has never heard of.

I skimmed through it in a hurry, although many things are very different, and there are not many differences. However, it is important to know that collectors have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I know that I have something similar, but I can't help but want to keep it for myself. Fang Bei is not a collector, but he is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and he can't walk anymore when he sees these treasures.

Qian Xinzhong saw that Fang Bie was very obsessed, and was obviously very satisfied, so he asked in a low voice: "Fang Bei, you can take all these things, and then how about we just clear them up?"

Fang Bei put down the ancient book, sighed, and said: "Qian Xinzhong, are you a three-year-old child? Today I will take these things away and let the tiger return to the mountain; tomorrow, how can you let me go? Mobilize the forces of your Qian family and hire a large group of people to kill me; the day after tomorrow, aren't these things, including the "Numerology Finger Return" in my hand, still yours?"

Qian Xinzhong was pierced by Fang Bei, and he was suddenly anxious and at a loss. Listening to Fang Bei's words, it seemed that he couldn't be safe today.

The two faced each other in silence for ten minutes. Qian Xinzhong couldn't stand it anymore, and said weakly: "What do you want?"

"Don't worry, I'm satisfied with your treasure, and I promise to let you go. Fang Bei picked out a few classical medical books that he thought were valuable for reference and collection.

Qian Xinzhong was overjoyed and excited, but he didn't expect that things would turn around in the end. Fang Bei gradually approached Qian Xinzhong, he thought about it, and still thought that he couldn't let Qian Xinzhong continue to do nonsense, but the gentleman couldn't chase after him, and he couldn't regret it. The only compromise is to make Qian Xinzhong completely lose his revenge.

Fang Bei's hands slammed on Qian Xinzhong's temples, and the powerful Sixiang Wuji internal force instantly poured into the other party's brain from Fang Bei's dantian, and it didn't take long. Qian Xin leaned heavily on the bookcase, his expression was sluggish, and he lost consciousness. In the second half of his life, this guy who calculates others every day will become an idiot who has nothing to do all day long, and does not know the so-called.

In Mo Ying's house, with the help of Fang Bei, Huang Bao, and Shi Song, this cottage has become warm and comfortable again. Mo Ying smiled and took out a plate of fruit, entertained the three of them, and said, "Senior brother, thank you!"

"It's so unfair, you only thank the boss. Me and the fat man are the main laborers, okay?" Shi Song wailed and hugged for himself.

"Okay, okay, thank you too. Mo Ying clasped her palms together and nodded slightly.

Such gratitude is like food that comes to you, so don't do it. The fat man complained very badly. Boom, with a crisp sound, he was naturally shot on the head by Fang Bei.

Fang Bei said: "Give a little sunshine and you will be bright, give a little moonlight and you will be romantic, give a little flood and you will flood, give you a nest and you will squat down and lay eggs." I warn you not to ask too much of your sister-in-law!"

"What?" Shi Song and Huang Bao looked at each other, then pointed at Fang Bei together, and said hatefully, "Another beauty, you are really a beast!"

Knock knock, double headshot. The two guys covered their heads and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Mo Ying asked Fang Farewell curiously: "What is another one?"

"Nothing, eat fruit eat fruit. "Don't pick up an orange and talk to him. Mo Ying didn't know how many women he had, thinking that Fang Bei was just Han Yu'er. Although Fang Bei vaguely felt that Mo Ying would not care so much like Shen Rongrong, who would dare to guarantee it.

"By the way, I've asked you several times, but you haven't answered me. What do you want "Numerology Finger Return" for?" Since he has been dealing with money-conscious matters, Fang Bei has not been able to spare time to pursue this issue, and Mo Ying has also changed the topic every time.

Mo Ying was hesitant and was preparing to make up a reason. Fang Bei suddenly took out a book and slapped it on the table, and the four big characters "Numerology Finger Return" written on the cover of the small seal. Mo Ying was very surprised, hurriedly took it in her hand, and said, "It turns out that this book has always been in your hand!"

Without waiting for Mo Ying to open it and feast her eyes, the book was snatched back by Fang Bei with lightning speed. Fang Bei touched his chin and said seriously: "If you don't answer my question, I won't let you see it." ”

Mo Ying was anxious and helpless, stalemate for a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind, and glanced at Fang Bei. Fang Bei comprehended, waved at the two younger brothers, and said, "You two go out and buy me a pack of cigarettes." ”

Shi Songshen asked with a question: "Big brother, you don't smoke, why did you buy it back?"

Huang Bao looked at the expressions of the two and had already guessed that they were going to say something unseemly. In this regard, his talent and emotional intelligence are even higher than Shi Song, an old Jianghu. At that moment, Huang Bao dragged Shi Song and took the door with him.

Mo Ying's expression was solemn, and the other party said, "Senior brother, if you really want to know, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell the third person." ”

"Okay, God knows you know I know, are you satisfied?" Fang Don't joke, he didn't understand what Mo Ying had to hide, and he actually became so serious.

"In my hometown, everyone gets an infectious disease when they reach a certain age. It was a terminal illness and there was no cure. More superstitious people say it's a curse, a vicious curse that can't be broken. Mo Ying told the story, and when she said this, she had already put away her playful attitude.

"There was once a very skilled doctor who visited our hometown, but he tried to improve dozens of prescriptions, but he still couldn't help the people in the village to cure this disease. ”

"Before leaving, the famous doctor left a sentence: 'According to the old man, perhaps only the supreme magic method recorded in the "Numerology Guidance" can cure this terminal disease. At this point, Mo Ying stopped. It's enough to let Fang know about this. She hurriedly opened the book of "Numerology Fingering" that she had in mind.

"I don't need to read it, I've already seen through this book, where is the supreme magic. Fang Bei sighed, and finally told Mo Ying the truth.

Mo Ying went back and forth, and read it a few times without giving up, and sure enough, it was as Fang Bei said. The Supreme Dharma? Mo Ying was very disappointed, she left her hometown just to find this life-saving medical book. After coming to S City for many years, she never got news of this book, so she turned to some other medical books, hoping to find other methods, but nothing came to fruition. Not long ago, Mo Ying finally learned that "Numerology Fingering" was in the hands of an old Chinese medicine doctor named Mu Long, so there was a series of things later.

Now, she saw "Numerology Pointing Home" with her own eyes, but it was a flash in the pan, which completely disappointed the hopes of the whole village. Fang Bei was also disappointed, he took Mo Ying's little hand and comforted gently: "Senior sister, don't be afraid. I'm also very good at medicine, maybe I can cure the people in your hometown. ”

Mo Ying looked at Fang Bei and smiled perfunctorily. Of course, she knew that Fang Bei was very powerful, but the power of that terminal illness made her not have confidence in Fang Bei. Fang Bei didn't see that she was not happy at all, hesitated for a long time, and finally let go, and said: "Don't worry, even if I really don't have that ability, please ask my master and his old man to come out and keep the medicine until the illness is cured." ”

"Master's level is so high that I don't know where to go, with him out of the horse, no terminal illness or curse can stop him!" In terms of medical skills, there is only one person Fang Bei admires, and that is his master. In Fang Bei's memory, there was no terminal illness that Master couldn't cure, and there was no patient who couldn't be cured. He has a thousand percent trust in the old man. Mo Ying was infected by Fang Bei and regained hope.

Shi Song and Huang Bao stuck to the door, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. But after waiting for a long time, they didn't hear anything clearly except for Fang Bei couldn't help but stand up and boast loudly about his master.