Purple qi, this is an existence that is far more scarce than spiritual qi, if Mo Bei wants to become a monk, he must refine more purple qi and store it into true qi and store it in the dantian, so as to break through the layers of shackles in his body, but his dantian has been injured and cannot store true qi at all, and it is precisely because of this that he cannot directly heal Meng Xiangwei.

Although he couldn't directly heal Meng Xiangwei, he could use the process of the purple qi rising to heal his injuries, because he could still absorb the purple qi.

When the purple qi came from the east, Mo Bei massaged Meng Xiangwei's legs according to the previous technique, and used his body as a medium to inject the refined purple qi into Meng Xiangwei's legs, and in the process, everyone was shocked to see the more than ten silver needles on Meng Xiangwei's legs trembling slightly.

"Why are these silver needles trembling for no reason?" Meng Qingtong was taken aback.

"It's incredible!" Liu Wanru subconsciously swallowed her saliva, her eyes full of shock.

Not only them, but even Zhao Yunshan and his two disciples also had a shocking feeling, you must know that there is still a distance between the massage place of Mobei and those silver needles, and it is normal for those silver needles to tremble.

And most importantly, these silver needles are actually very quiet, but the top position is trembling terribly, which makes people feel unbelievable.

"Ho ho ho, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot!"

Meng Xiangwei in the wheelchair suddenly screamed, his face became ruddy, and he could clearly see beads of sweat slipping down.

"Don't make a sound, otherwise what if it affects Master Mo?" Meng Qingtong snorted, although he was also very excited, but he could see that Mo Bei was struggling, and it was because of this that he scolded his son.

Time passed slowly, and after almost five minutes, I saw that the amplitude of the dozen or so silver needles on Meng Xiangwei's legs became stronger and stronger, as if they had turned into a phantom, and if they didn't watch carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it clearly, and at the same time, Mo Bei was also slumped on the ground.

The Purple Qi coming to the east was a very short process in itself, and even if he possessed the magical medical skill of the Blue Emperor Inner Diameter, it was difficult to activate Meng Xiangwei's withered lower limb nerves in just five minutes.

After a few moments, the silver needle stopped trembling.

"I... My legs have regained sensation!" Meng Xiangwei's tone trembled, and his pupils revealed an incredible gaze.

"Really, can you go to the ground?" Liu Wanru cried with joy.

Mo Bei pulled out the silver needle on his leg and said weakly: "At present, you can't go to the ground, but you can do some simple movements, and Brother Meng can try to straighten or bend it." ”

"Is it really possible?" Meng Xiangwei suddenly didn't dare to try, because he was afraid that this was a dream, and he was afraid that his legs would lose sensation after waking up from the dream.

Not only Meng Xiangwei, Meng Qingtong, Liu Wanru, Shishi, and Zhao Yunshan's master and apprentice all looked at Mo Bei.

"Won't you just know if you give it a try?" the corners of Mo Bei's mouth rose.

Meng Xiangwei hummed, then took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right leg under everyone's expectant eyes, and the moment his right foot left the wheelchair, the atmosphere on the scene became tense, everyone held their breath, and their eyes trembled fiercely.

Yes, no one could have imagined that Mo Bei would really let Meng Xiangwei regain consciousness, even if they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it, because it didn't make sense!

After a short period of calm, Meng Qingtong cried like a child, because no one knew how much pressure he had endured during this time, and now he was really happy to see his son recover.

"Husband, you've recovered, you've recovered!" Liu Wanru kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Dad can play football with me, Dad can play football with me!" Stone rejoiced.

"Okay, I'm really good!" Meng Xiangwei had tears in his eyes, he never thought that he would be able to stand up in this life, although he had not completely healed, but it was the greatest miracle that his legs could regain sensation, and he believed that he would soon be able to stand up and play football with his son.

The morning sun was born, the golden morning sun shrouded the entire garden, and also made Mo Bei feel a little warm, looking at the happy smile of this family, he found that his efforts were still worth it, although the body was weak, but the smile of this family was the best feedback to him.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, the stone turned his head to look at Zhao Yunshan: "Old man, didn't you say that Uncle Mobei would kowtow to him if he could cure my father?"

The joyful atmosphere suddenly changed the style of painting and became extremely awkward.

Zhao Yunshan's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, to be honest, he had always looked down on Mo Bei, but now the other party had refreshed his perception of medical skills with his divine skills, and he had never even seen the massage techniques performed by Mo Bei without bragging.

All right!

None of this mattered, the important thing was that the stone's words made him feel like he was being slapped in the face.

With a light cough, Zhao Yunshan made a move that everyone did not expect, he knelt in front of Mo Bei in public, with a serious expression on his face: "Master is here, please accept the disciple's worship!"

Confused!

Not only Mo Bei and the Meng family, but even the two disciples of Zhao Yunshan were stunned!

Zhao Yunshan is a traditional Chinese medicine master in L Province, with an arrogant temperament and profound medical skills, but who would have thought that he would kneel down to a young man in his twenties in public and even worship him as a teacher?

They couldn't believe it even if they saw it with their own eyes.

"Old man, please get up, I am not qualified to be your master with this little medical skill. Mo Bei smiled and shook his head, he didn't think about accepting the other party as an apprentice, after all, Zhao Yunshan's identity was there, if it was publicized at this time, he would definitely become the focus of people's discussions, and he just didn't like to be talked about.

Zhao Yunshan's eyes were firm: "The master's medical skills are amazing, Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Sun Simiao and others are not as good as the master's fur, if you are not qualified to become my master, who can become my master? Please also ask the master to accept the apprentice, otherwise the apprentice will not be able to kneel for a long time to show his loyalty. ”

Everyone has their own pursuits, some people pursue money, some people pursue fame, Zhao Yunshan is different, what he pursues is medical Taoism, he thought that he had reached the peak of medical Taoism, but now he found that the medical skills he was proud of were just the tip of the iceberg, and it was Mo Bei who opened a door to the world of medical Taoism for him, and it was because of this that he thought of worshipping him as a teacher.

Meng Qingtong coughed lightly: "Mo Bei, Doctor Zhao said so, or you can accept him!"

Mo Bei glanced at Zhao Yunshan: "I had a question before accepting you, I want to know if you are obedient?"

Zhao Yunshan nodded again and again: "Listen to it!"

Mo Bei grinned: "If you are obedient, then don't worship me as a teacher!"