A long night long.

Everyone watched intently as Nian Chen repeated two things - "beating" for an hour, and then hundreds of silver needles were dipped in medicinal powder and inserted into the old god of war's various big holes, and his hands began to play the pipa indiscriminately, constantly playing with these silver needles, making a very subtle sound, ups and downs, and the rhythm was bright, like a cheerful melody, and after pulling out the silver needles, it was another "beating"......

And so on for two hours at a time.

As the night passed, the morning dawned.

Nian Chen's whole person seemed to have fallen into the water, covered in sweat, the mist was steaming, and his face became extremely pale.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the steady rhythm, the bright melody, and the firm eyes of Nianchen.

But when it comes to hard work.

Others are no more relaxed than Nianchen.

Most of them are ordinary people, and they are highly nervous, and they do not move all night, and even deliberately suppress their breathing......

If it weren't for Jiang Fatzi secretly exerting his magic power and refreshing this group of people many times, no one would have survived the middle of the night at all, and he would have died suddenly!

This group of people never dreamed that they would be able to see such shocking, so magical, and such terrifying methods of traditional Chinese medicine in their lives.

Although I don't understand what Nian Chen is doing, I feel very powerful!

When the first rays of sunlight hit the hut.

Nian Chen pulled out hundreds of silver needles from the old god of war, and then the whole person let out a long breath and sat down on the bench.

"Grandpa, you can move freely!"

Nianchen's voice was full of exhaustion.

However, at this time, no one pays attention to the year!

Everyone stared at the old god of war.

This...... Is this still someone you know?

Is this still the pillar of the Chen family?

Why so young!

Why does it seem to be reborn as a different person?

The old god of war in the past, although the whole person looked energetic and powerful, but the old face could not be concealed.

And yet now.

Sitting on the stool with his eyes closed was a middle-aged man, with no wrinkles on his face, except for the fact that his beard was still a little gray, he looked exactly like a man of forty or fifty years, even younger than his two sons......

Oh, my God......

Grandpa...... How did you get younger?

Father's ...... Are you rejuvenated?

Chief, this is your true face, isn't it?

Except for Li Mingyang's brother and sister, who were not qualified to ask such a question, everyone else couldn't help but exclaim.

It's a miracle!

The god of war slowly opened his eyes and glanced at everyone a little blankly:

"What, is there anything wrong with the old man?"

"Not to mention, the toss of the young man, the old man feels as if he has been unloaded with a thousand catties of burden, his whole body is comfortable, and there is a taste of rebirth!"

Jiang Fatzi on the side nodded fiercely: "It's not a feeling, you are just reborn!"

Jiang Fatzi waved his hand, and a small mirror flew from the window.

Chen Shengnan could see at a glance that this was something unique to his boudoir.

"Old chief, please take a picture!"

The old god of war curiously took the mirror in his hand and glanced at his face.

"Ah......h

"This ...... How is that possible!"

Even a determined person like the old god of war couldn't help but exclaim.

Jiang Fatzi also nodded excitedly on the side: "Yes, it's just amazing!"

The old god of war glanced at the years that were almost collapsed, and he couldn't even sit still: "It seems that Chinese medicine is really worthy of its reputation, but it's a pity that it was ruined by a group of quacks who deceived the world!"

A crowd of people nodded.

Jiang Fatzi said with emotion:

"In the past, I always heard Lian Songwen and these juniors say, how is the medical skills of Nian Xiaoyou, the old man is still a little skeptical, it seems that ...... It's me Jiang Jiancheng who is lonely and unheard!"

"It's a pity that Wanliutang even felt too rude after these guys woke up, and they all left in shame, and they didn't have the opportunity to see this scene of turning decay into magic!"

The old god of war's face sank: "You are pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey, saying that the old man is rotten, right?"

Jiang Fatzi suddenly changed color, and hurriedly explained with both hands: "Anonono, old chief, you misunderstood......

"Hahaha...... The old man is teasing you!"

For the first time, the old god of war made a joke in front of others.

At this time, Nian Chen finally smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, Senior Jiang, you ...... Should you also ask me if this greatest hero can hold up!"

Ahem......

The old god of war and the fat man Jiang both coughed in embarrassment.

"It seems that this shot is not as simple as we imagined, Nianchen Xiaoyou has been overdrawn to this point!"

Jiang Fatzi sighed.

The old god of war also kept nodding: "Yes, you just look at the excitement, but the old man clearly feels that this kid's technique, as well as the use of the silver needle, are very accurate and complex, there must be a famous one among them, boy, tell me about it!"

Nian Chen felt the urge to vomit blood.

This old god of war is really strong, and he doesn't care about his own life or death.

However, the old god of war should know that although he is seriously overdrawn, he still has no problem talking.

So Nian Chen helplessly explained: "What I performed on my grandfather is the secret technique of traditional Chinese medicine of Yangguan Three Stacks and Hu Ji Eighteen Beats, these two secret techniques of medical Taoism have been lost for thousands of years, and the hundred veins witch needle I performed is a top-level medical Tao recorded in ancient Chinese medicine, and these methods require sufficient mana and spiritual support to be used!"

"Okay, that's about it, I have to find a place to practice and recover, otherwise I won't be able to stand it!"

As Nian Chen spoke, he was about to stand up, but as soon as his butt left the stool, he sat down.

The consumption of mana and mental power, as well as the load on the body, have been seriously overdrawn......

Chen Shengnan hurriedly walked over, grabbed Nianchen's arm, and helped him up: "Let's go, go to my room to rest...... Ah no, let's go and cultivate!"

Nian Chen nodded weakly: "Grandpa, Senior Jiang, uncle and aunt...... I'll quit first!"

Chen Shengnan said speechlessly, and left with Nianchen: "When is it, still saying these useless polite words!"

"Hahaha...... It's worthy of being my daughter, and she really has the style of an old man!"

The old god of war laughed with satisfaction.

The original old face has now become a radiant middle-aged man, which makes a group of people very unaccustomed to it.

Chen Shengnan's face was flushed, and he left his grandfather's thatched hut as if he was running away with Nianchen, and walked to a thatched hut on the far left.

"There, that's my room!"

The girl explained shyly.

Nian Chen squinted at the girl who was holding him, and his arm lightly touched a certain elastic place.

"Hehe, you took me to your boudoir, is it a bad idea?"