Lin Xuan looked at the old man, very curious about who he was, but Lin Xuan knew that he was not Mu Xiu, the old man Mu, because it was very simple, it was impossible for Mu Xiu to sit outside alone without anyone to accompany him, at least the old servant Fu Bo would follow.

If it weren't for Mu Xiu, who would this old man be?

Looking at his self-satisfied appearance, it is obvious that he is not a servant like Fauber.

Lin Xuan hadn't heard Mu Wensheng say that there was such a person in the Mu family, and his heart was even more curious.

The old man opened the food box and said: "I'm hungry, someone will give me food, do you think my old man should be happy?" After accommodating it, he saw that it was a wonton, and he was even more happy, and his two fingers reached into the soup and sandwiched a wonton in his mouth to eat, and he hummed while eating, and even said, 'Delicious, delicious'.

Lin Xuan saw that he was eating wontons, and he didn't use chopsticks, so he hurriedly tore open the packaging of the wooden chopsticks and said, "Uncle, there are chopsticks here!"

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay!"

Lin Xuan saw that the old man was eating happily, so he said, "Uncle, you eat slowly, I still have something to go first." ”

He wanted to tell Mu Wensheng about Mu Wenqing's conspiracy as soon as possible.

"Young man, wait a minute—" The old man called out to Lin Xuan.

"What's the matter, uncle?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Young man, I have some trouble with my legs, can you send me back to the house first?" said the old man.

"Of course you can!" Lin Xuan was still very enthusiastic.

"Well, you wait!" the old man said, pinching the wonton with his fingers and then eating, saying while eating, "Hey, people are old, they are useless, I walked here with a leg disease, I have been sitting here for a long time, I finally met you, fortunately you still have food, it means that God is still good to my old man." ”

Lin Xuan listened to him babbling, and also understood why he was sitting here alone late at night, because something big was going to happen in the Mu family, so no one in the Mu family was moving around, at least those bodyguards or something, they were very well-behaved, so that the old man couldn't see anyone for a long time.

When the old man finished eating, Lin Xuan hugged him, followed his instructions, entered a small courtyard, and put him on the bed.

Only then did Lin Xuan finally believe that the old man in front of him was really living in the Mu family, but looking at this small courtyard, it was definitely not Mu Xiu, although it was quiet, it was very remote.

"Oh, thank you, lad—" The old man lay on the bed, not at all depressed.

Lin Xuan had long wanted to leave, but when he saw a lonely old man who had no one to take care of, and now he couldn't get out of bed, the responsibility in his heart made him unbearable to leave, and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter with your leg?"

He thinks that the old man has no money to see a doctor, he has to help with this favor, and although the old man is sick, he is still optimistic and cheerful, he is a wise man of life, Lin Xuan has the most respect for such an old man, and he will always think of his old man master inadvertently.

"Oops, it's just an old cold leg, I make it once in a while, I'm used to it, and it's almost good to sleep for a day. The old man smiled.

"Why don't I show you?" Lin Xuan is now a master of medical Taoism, and even Wan Rong's leg tendons and veins that have been broken for several years can be cured by him.

"You show me?" the old man smiled, "You also know how to heal?"

Lin Xuan thought that he wanted to give him confidence, so he couldn't help but blow himself hard: "Uncle, don't look down on us young people, my silver needle crossing technique is unparalleled in the world, and the cure is good." ”

"Silver Needle Tribulation?" the old man narrowed his eyes, "Where's your silver needle?"

Lin Xuan rolled up the belt and took the twelve thin needles off the belt head, since he learned how to use needles, he regarded him as a life-saving technique, he must carry silver needles with him, and hiding the silver needles on the belt was still Zuo Li's idea to help him.

"Oh roar—" cried the old man happily, "if you can heal my leg, what about me—" He wanted to make a great wish, but could not remember it for a moment, so he said, "I will grant you a request!"

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "Uncle, I'm not greedy for you to treat you. ”

The old man smiled: "I'll talk about it when you heal my leg." Come, let me see your acupuncture method. ”

Lin Xuan rolled up the old man's trouser legs, and sure enough, as he thought, the tendons and veins in his legs bulged up from under the skin, like a black snake entrenched, this was caused by poor blood circulation, people will have this situation when they are old, but some will be very serious, such as the old man in front of him.

The old man stared at the fine needle in Lin Xuan's hand, not caring about his leg disease at all.

Lin Xuan's silver needle for healing is just bluffing, to cover for the power of his god of war, but he still knows the basic medical theory, and he still knows how to prick needles in several important acupuncture points on the old man's legs in turn, and every time he the needle, he will take the opportunity to cross the power of the god of war into the acupuncture points to help blood circulation.

"Okay, wait a minute, you should be able to walk freely. Lin Xuan put away all the needles and prepared to leave, and said, "But if you want to be completely cured, it depends on luck." ”

The old man smiled: "I don't care at all, this old bone. ”

Lin Xuan left.

Not long after he left, one person entered the courtyard and shouted, "Master Ji, are you there?" It was Fu Bo, the old servant of the Mu family.

The old man in the house was closing his eyes and recuperating, and when he heard the words, "I'm here!"

Fu Bo walked into the house and couldn't help but say, "Where has Master Ji been? I have been here three times just now, and I have seen that you are not at home." ”

The old man known as 'Master Ji' said with a smile: "I went out to admire the moon, but I didn't know that my leg was broken, but fortunately, a young man sent me back." ”

Fauber smiled and said, "I see." ”

Master Ji smiled again: "This young man sent me back, saw that I was sick, and helped me heal my leg——"

Fu Bo laughed when he heard this, and said, "Master Ji is the Great Grandmaster of Xinglin, what young man dares to make an axe in front of your old man?"

Master Ji also laughed and said, "This young man said that his Silver Needle Tribulation Technique is unparalleled in the world, so I can't say anything more, so I'll treat him with him." ”

Fu Bole said: "Master Ji really let him cure?"

Master Ji smiled: "I just don't want to spoil his heart!"

Fu Bo smiled: "If he knows Master Ji's true identity, I'm afraid the needle will not be able to hold it steadily." ”

It turns out that Master Ji's name is Ji Jiafeng, who is recognized as a national hand in Xinglin and a great master of medical skills in the south, but he is old and no longer treats people, but in the south, he is still famous, he and Mu Xiu are old friends, Mu Xiu is now sentenced to a terminal illness, so he came to accompany his old friend, and by the way, see if there is a cure.

Ji Jiafeng pointed to his leg and said: "Where can I cure the root of my old leg for decades? I have seen his needle pricking technique, that is, the level of a three-legged cat, and I am not worthy of lifting shoes, heh——"

He looked at his cocked leg with a look of amazement, then lifted the other leg up, repeated it a few times, jumped out of bed, jumped twice, and then wandered around the house.

Fu Bo was surprised: "Master Ji can go?"

Ji Jiafeng was shocked and said: "You can go! This person is a real miracle doctor!"