The decoration inside the room is quaint, almost everything is wooden, and walking into this room makes you feel a bit like going back to ancient times. The thin scent of sandalwood wafts through it, as if you have walked into a Buddhist temple and Zen temple, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

"Little brother Jiang, this is my father Ping Sihai. Dad, this is the Chinese medicine Jiang Zhen I invited. Ping Rongxuan introduced the two to each other.

Ping Sihai was half-lying on the Taishi chair, his face was pale, and even his lips were about to lose their color. Jiang Zhen looked at Ping Sihai, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This old man is extraordinary. ”

In the same way, Ping Sihai was also looking at this young man, but he was even more shocked than Jiang Zhen in his heart. When Jiang Zhen just walked into the room, Ping Sihai immediately discovered that Jiang Zhen's qi was different from that of different people.

Ping Rongxuan saw that his father was silent, thinking that he was dissatisfied with Jiang Zhen, a young Chinese medicine doctor. Just when Ping Rongxuan wanted to say something.

Ping Sihai suddenly sat up, and said with a kind smile on his face: "Rong Xuan, you go out first, as long as Doctor Jiang Zhen shows me." ”

After listening to his father's words, Ping Rongxuan looked surprised, when those old Chinese medicine doctors who were quite famous in Yanjing City came to see his father, Ping Sihai would not have a good face, and he would scold people away at every turn. Now he did have a smile on his face, and asked Jiang Zhen to take his pulse.

Thinking of this, Ping Rongxuan looked at Jiang Zhen on the side with surprise, and also wanted to see what attracted his father to this young man.

"Dad, I'd better stay here, maybe I can help later. ”

"Let you out, you will get out, you don't need your help here. "......Seeing that his son didn't leave, Ping Sihai's face changed instantly, he lost his smile and shouted with a straight face. It may be that the excitement has pulled the condition, and Ping Sihai began to cough violently.

"Dad, don't be angry, I'll go out, I'll go out. Seeing that his father was coughing badly, Ping Rongxuan no longer insisted on staying in the room, turned to leave, and said to Jiang Zhen at the same time: "Little brother Jiang, my father will ask you." ”

After Ping Rongxuan went out, there was silence in the quaint room for a while, and then it was determined that Ping Rongxuan had stayed away from the room. Ping Sihai suddenly stood up from the Taishi's chair, although his face was still pale, but at this time, Ping Sihai's temperament became completely different from before.

Previously, although Jiang Zhen could faintly feel the qi of the ancient martial artist on Ping Sihai's body, the whole person really looked like a sick and dying old man. But at this time, Jiang Zhen could feel the majestic true qi fluctuations from him, and there was no majestic momentum that was not concealed in the slightest, just like an arhat in the dust. It makes people in a trance, as if there is a golden-bodied Arhat standing in front of them instead of an old man.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Ping Sihai's eyes were shining, and his voice was mixed with a deep true qi. It can be heard that Ping Sihai is wary of Jiang Zhen's identity.

"Senior, I am a Chinese medicine practitioner invited by Mr. Ping Rongxuan. Jiang Zhen sensed the compelling coercion exuded by the old man in front of him, and replied indifferently without fear in his heart.

"Huh?" Ping Sihai groaned, and suddenly raised his hand and slammed his palm at Jiang Zhen, the wrinkled palm flashed with golden light, and it was very fierce.

Jiang Zhen only felt a sense of majestic oppression coming, and Da Ri's palm came out in response, and he raised his hand to hit it with the same palm, blocking the strength of Ping Sihai's majestic palm.

The two palms touched each other, without making any sound, and the palms devoured each other, dissolving into nothing. Only some escaped palm wind blew the corners of the two people's clothes, and the whole process was like watching a silent movie.

"This is the Great Sun Palm Method. Ping Sihai withdrew his palm, looked at Jiang Zhen in surprise and exclaimed.

"Thank you seniors for your hand. Ping Sihai withdrew his palm, and Jiang Zhen thanked him with an ancient gift. Jiang Zhen knew that the cultivation of the old man in front of him was at least in the early stage of refining the gods, and if he really fought, he couldn't beat it at all. And although the palm power of the four seas just now is strong, there is no killing intent in the palm. The exercises used are also the Buddhist exercises of compassion.

"Hehe, the little brother has such cultivation at a young age, which is enviable. I don't know where did the little brother's Great Day Palm Posture learn?" Ping Sihai gathered his momentum, turned into a kind old man again, and asked Jiang Zhen.

"My uncle and the "Shaozen Buddhism" Kuzen master befriended, when the two discussed martial arts, the Kuzen master gave this "Great Day Palm Method" to my uncle, and later my uncle passed on this set of palm methods to me. Jiang Zhen explained. "Shaozen Buddhism" is a semi-WTO sect, the most famous representative in the world is Shaolin Temple, for the origin of this set of palms, Jiang Zhen said is also true.

"Hmm...... Where the old man has just offended, please don't be surprised by the little brother. Ping Sihai groaned slightly and apologized to Jiang Zhen. Shaozen Buddhism has indeed given the Great Sun Palm a few times, and each of them is a person who has contributed to Shaozen Buddhism, and everyone's identity is extraordinary. At the same time, the wariness of Jiang Zhen was also relaxed.

"It's okay, the seniors have already left their hands just now. The predecessors are all Buddhist cultivators, how can Mr. Ping Rongxuan be an ordinary body?" Jiang Zhen didn't care about the temptation just now. Ping Sihai's own cultivation is profound, but Ping Rongxuan is an ordinary person, which shows that Ping Sihai is afraid of being in trouble.

"I am a disciple of Master Ye Chan of the Young Zen Sect, but it is a pity that I am greedy for red dust and yearn for a life of chivalry and righteousness, and I can't concentrate on cultivating Buddhism. I didn't listen to the words of the master and stayed. Speaking of Shao Zen Buddhism, Ping Sihai said with reverence. Then he sighed and said with emotion: "When I was happy, I made a lot of enemies, and after I was injured, I became reclusive, and I didn't want my descendants to be involved in vendettas, so I didn't teach him martial arts and let him live an ordinary life." ”

"Just after a palm, I felt that the true qi of my predecessor seemed to be a little sluggish, maybe it was because of my senior's injury. Jiang Zhen guessed.

"That's right, in the first battle back then, I injured my lungs, and part of the opponent's true qi remained in my body, blocking my tendons and veins. In the past, I could suppress the injury, but recently the injury broke out again, and the attack is getting more and more serious, and I can't suppress it a little. Ping Sihai said with a bitter face, and his face was full of sorrow.

"If my seniors believe me, you might as well let me check my pulse. Maybe I can help. Jiang Zhen listened to Ping Sihai's words and felt that he was sure to heal such an injury. After his dantian was injured, he studied a lot of injuries such as blocked tendons and veins.

"Well, then I'll bother you. A glimmer of hope flashed in Ping Sihai's eyes, and in his opinion, Jiang Zhen's sect was at least the same sect as the "Young Zen Sect". They are descendants, and they may know much more than their own named disciples.