The young officer appeared in front of the old man in embarrassment, aggrieved like a child.

"Old Zhou, I didn't invite him. The young man bowed his head.

The old man shook his head slightly, as if he knew all that was going on.

"Prepare the car and come with me. The old man ordered.

......

A Bentley was sandwiched between the four military vehicles, and once again slowly stopped on the side of the road in the small building.

As if he had known in advance that this group of people would come to the door again, Mu Yang was already waiting on the side of the road.

The old man, supported by a young girl, slowly walked to Mu Yang and was about to speak,

"Say, what are you looking for me?" Mu Yang glanced at the old man.

"Hugh wants to be presumptuous, how can he be rude to Old Zhou?"

The young officer's face changed slightly, and his hand touched his waist at a very fast speed, but he was stopped by the old man's look. Although the old man felt that this young man was not simple and had a casual attitude, he did not perceive malice or murderous aura from him, not to mention, he was also extremely confident in himself, after all, when he was young, even if he was old, not everyone could hurt him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Yang's eyes, it seemed that the status of the old man in front of him was not very simple, and he immediately returned to his previous calm eyes.

"Little friend, this time I want to thank you for saving my little granddaughter. As he spoke, he looked at the girl beside him with doting eyes.

"If it's just thanks, then please go back. ”

After saying that, Mu Yang wanted to turn around and go back, but he turned his head after just a few steps.

"It's best to treat the injuries you have suffered as soon as possible, because you can't tell when the illness will occur. ”

And the girl beside her is no longer grateful at the moment,

"Presumptuous, how can you curse my grandfather to death?

The officers on the side also rushed forward.

Do you respect the old and love the young?

How ridiculous Muyang felt. Talking about respecting the elder in front of the Immortal Realm Martial Emperor, even those old monsters who have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years don't dare to talk about these two words in front of his Martial Emperor!

Mu Yang's eyes glanced at the young officer, and the spiritual power in his body shook slightly.

Suddenly, the young man only felt that his palm was like being shocked, and an extremely terrifying anti-shock force made him take more than ten steps back, and the power he had cultivated in his years of military career seemed to be abolished!

"Zhenyu!" the old man shouted, snorting at the young man.

But now only this old man knows that the young man in front of him is not an ordinary person, and he is not something that Zhenyu can deal with.

This son is actually a person who practices martial arts? What surprised the old man even more was that this Muyang's age was only eighteen years old, and his appearance was also delicate, so he shook the town at will.

"I'm afraid that at this young age, he is already about to have internal strength to cultivate, right?" The old man's heart shook slightly, at such an age, he was already the existence of fast internal strength cultivation, could this son be a cultivation genius of a certain family in Tai City?

"Little friend, please stay. Although he is old, Zhou Lao at this moment can't take care of his body and walks forward quickly.

"Dare to ask Xiaoyou, is there a way to diagnose and treat my stubborn and inferior disease?"

Mu Yang didn't speak, just stretched out his palm to the old man's arm, slowly raised his arm, and put his other hand on the meridians of his wrist, his actions seemed to be filled with an endless domineering, and he didn't care whether the old man was willing or not.

The person Emperor Wu wants to kill, even if he pursues hundreds of millions of miles, he will kill him.

The person that Emperor Wu wanted to save, even if it was King Yama, did not dare to stop it.

This is the domineering power that Muyang has cultivated for ten thousand years, and how can it be easily changed.

The spiritual power probed along the meridians, found the foundation of the old man's secret injury, and smiled.

Although this old man was also a cultivator, the spiritual power in his body was too weak, and compared to the spiritual power in his body, it was like the gap between a drop of water and a river.

"You have multiple damage to your meridians, so you have no luck and often tingling. It is also because of the damage to the meridians, every time you cultivate, the qi cannot flow smoothly, resulting in the kidney qi and blood not going well, accumulating over the years, and you will suffer from illness. Mu Yang was indifferent, the spiritual power in his body increased the input, and he warmed up the damaged meridians, and then said: "I have helped you to simply warm the meridians, I will prescribe another prescription for you, you go to get the medicine, I can help you refine some pills, so that the injuries in your body are as good as ever." ”

"What you said is true?"

The old man was extremely shocked in his heart, and what the young man in front of him said was not much different from what his old friend said. The only difference is that the teenager is confident that he can make it healed, while his old friend can only prescribe some medicine to delay the pain, a difference between treating the symptoms and curing the root cause. What's more, his old friend is even more of a medical master, even as an old man, he can't help but be unbelievable.

"Will I deceive you?" Mu Yang asked rhetorically, if this simple meridian damage could not be cured, how could he call the name of this emperor.

The old man was stunned by Mu Yang's tone for a while, the young man in front of him was not very old, and his tone was so arrogant. But Mu Yang's performance made him feel a little convinced, especially the unfathomable internal strength that had just penetrated into his body.

"Zhenyu, bring a pen and paper!" After taking a deep breath, the old man ordered.

Old Zhou stared at Mu Yang, no matter how young the young man in front of him was, the internal strength that had just penetrated into his body was incomparably strong, which made his heart tumble for a while, and there was also a trace of awe in his tone, "Dare to ask Mu Xiaoyou where he inherits?"

Because after some thought, I didn't find a family surnamed Mu in Tai City, and I couldn't help but have some doubts.

This kind of question Mu Yang will not answer. Just took the paper and pen taken by Zhen Yu, who came back from afar, and then wrote down some ordinary Chinese medicine according to his memory, although it was just a mortal grass, but after his refining, it was not difficult to heal the dark wounds in the old man's body.

"Contact me after grabbing the herbs. After thinking about it, Mu Yang left his mobile phone number again.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary man on the earth, and he didn't know anything about cultivators, and when he returned to the earth a thousand years later, he was already a man and a person, and the cultivators in the Mahayana realm couldn't get into his eyes at all, so naturally he didn't have much interest.

However, now that he has just succeeded in cultivating Qi on Earth, he wants to know more about the cultivators of this era.

Naturally, you need a way-asker!

And at this moment, the old man in front of him is a cultivator himself, and there are guards beside him, he must be a high authority, it is obvious that this is Mu Yang's eye.

"Dare to ask Xiaoyou, but where are you going, this place is not easy to call a car, why don't you let the old man give Mr. a ride?"

"Yes, too!"

Mu Yang accepted it calmly and got into the Bentley calmly.

Roland Plaza Library, after Mu Yang left, Zhou Lao sat in the car and looked at Mu Yang's still slightly immature back, unable to speak for a long time. This son is terrifying young, and he is already a martial artist with internal strength, but he is not a child of a family in Tai City.

Who is he?

"Old Zhou, what kind of identity do you have, how can you trust a person of unknown origin like this?" Zhen Yu was very puzzled, he knew the identity of the old man very well, and a stomp of his feet was enough to make a person tremble in a province, he actually treated a teenager like this, and personally sent him to the library, even if he was the mayor of a city, he would not be treated like this by the old man.

Zhou Lao looked at the high-rise buildings flashing in front of him, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life quietly glanced at Zhenyu, and sighed: "I didn't expect that I hadn't returned for more than ten years, and there would be such a person in this Thai city, Zhenyu, you have to remember a sentence!"

"If the mountain is not high, there will be a fairy, and if the water is not deep, there will be a dragon."