The next morning, Zheng Yang rubbed his head, Zhao Muhe went to the hospital early, his father Zheng Yiyi was fine, and prepared a pot of wine and some meals.

"Dad, who are you?" Zheng Yang said very unexpectedly.

"Let's go see your Uncle Qin. Zheng Yiyi said, "He hasn't seen you for more than a year." ”

Zheng Yang fell silent for a while, and then said, "Okay. ”

The two had a simple breakfast, then took a car and went to the Blue Ocean No. 1 Prison, and when they came to the prison and completed the formalities, the two entered the meeting room.

After a while, a sound came, Zheng Yang looked, a man came over with handcuffs and leg cuffs, saw Zheng Yang and Zheng Yiyi, and smiled faintly.

"There are foods you like to eat, are you still used to staying in them?" Zheng Yiyi said.

Qin Yi nodded and said, "It's okay, Yangzi has grown so big." ”

"Yoko is coming back this time, and she doesn't plan to go back, and she plans to start a business at home. Zheng Yiyi said.

"Oh, what is Yoko going to do?" Qin Yi asked with interest.

"The land in front of the orchard, Yoko plans to reclaim it and set up a farm. Zheng Yiyi said.

Hearing Zheng Yang say this, Qin Yi nodded and glanced at Zheng Yang, Zheng Yang lowered his head and kept rubbing his hands.

"Boy, go according to your heart, you can't go wrong. Qin Yi said.

Zheng Yang 'en' said, and then stopped talking again, it seemed that Qin Yi had become accustomed to Zheng Yang's reaction, he chatted with Zheng Yiyi for a while, drank wine, and Zheng Yiyi took Zheng Yang away.

"Your sister's matter, I can't blame you, I can't blame you Uncle Qin. Zheng Yiyi said.

Qin Yi, the former leader of the Blue Ocean Gang, and the underworld boss in Dongshan Province. The Qin family and the Zheng family are world friends, and Qin Yi and his father are brothers who have died. In my memory, when I was a child, I always liked to follow Qin Yi's buttocks, and Qin Yi loved himself very much.

However, eight years ago, an incident sent Qin Yi to prison, which made his father feel guilty all the time, because it was his father who should go to prison, and it was Qin Yi who took the blame for him, and later because of this incident, his heart was also traumatized.

Zheng Yiyi patted Zheng Yang's shoulder, his son, since he was sixteen years old, has been thinking more, as if he has changed a different person.

The two stopped talking and went back to Dongling Village, after Zheng Yang and his father had lunch, they went to the back mountain, and after Zhao Muhe cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, he went to the town to deliver lunch to Zheng Yang's eighth grandfather.

Zheng Yang had nothing to do, he went to the orchard in the back mountain, just entered the valley, a dense aura suddenly emerged from the ground, the surrounding flowers and plants came back to life, and then withered and turned into ashes, and his own fruit trees actually sprang out of green leaves, but after a while, they fell off.

Zheng Yang opened his spiritual eyes, but saw that the entire valley had been filled with dense aura, and at this moment, something magical happened, the aura suddenly rushed towards Zheng Yang's body, and at this time, Zheng Yang only felt that his head was stunned, and then fainted.

In the dream, a cyan jade tripod was shining faintly, Zheng Yang was surprised in his heart, and the runes flickered one after another, like the ancestors of the ancients, telling him something.

Zhao Muhe sat next to Zheng Yang very worriedly, Zheng Mingtang took the silver needle, sat on the chair silently, and looked at Zheng Yang.

"You kid, why did you faint in the valley!" Zhao Muhe said angrily.

Zheng Mingtang coughed and said: "The valley has changed, and all the spiritual energy has emerged from the ground to nurture the land, this kid just caught up with that time, and he couldn't bear this change, so he fainted." ”

"Eighth Father, what's going on?" Zhao Muhe asked very puzzled.

Zheng Mingtang let out a long sigh and said: "The changes in nature, who can say clearly, but the opportunity for aura overflow like this kind of millennium-rare is rare, and cultivating qi in this environment can easily break through the confinement of one's realm, and the gain is very great." ”

Hearing his grandfather say this, Zheng Yang was slightly stunned, only feeling that his body was full of strength, as if he had broken through some shackles.

"This kid is lucky, he has taken the heaven and earth to create, and he has been shackled and has broken through to the strength of the innate level of the disciples of the Qi Sect. Zheng Mingtang said with some envy.

Qi Sect is a general term for martial artists who practice ancient martial arts and then cultivate qi power, which is divided into four levels: Qi Sect disciples, Qi Sect elites, Qi Sect masters, and Qi Sect masters, each level is divided into congenital and acquired, some people only touch the threshold in their lives, and Zheng Yang is young, and when he encounters creation, he has stepped into the threshold of Qi Sect and truly become a martial artist.

"Boy, don't run around these days, tomorrow will be very busy. Zheng Mingtang said, "Don't let go of Zheng Jiaquan, practice diligently, maybe our family can produce another Qi Sect master." ”

His third grandfather has practiced Zheng Jiaquan since he was a child, and now he is a master-level figure of the Qi Sect, and his strength is very strong, and his eighth grandfather has also reached the realm of the master of the Qi Sect, and the monk Mingjue is now also a master of the Qi Sect, but he is the master of the first weather sect, which is so much worse than his third grandfather and eighth grandfather.

Zheng Yang breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Do you want a free clinic tomorrow?"

Zheng Mingtang nodded, and then went back, Zhao Muhe told Zheng Yang to rest early, and he also went back to the room.

At this moment, Zhuang Feng came to a text message, Zheng Yang saw the text message, and his mood instantly improved a lot, this Zhuang Feng's work efficiency is really fast.

Thinking about it, a photo was transmitted to Zheng Yang's mobile phone.

Zheng Yang turned on his mobile phone, and a photo of a man and a woman in love appeared on the mobile phone screen, seeing this scene, Zheng Yang smiled faintly.

On the second day, Zheng Yang was woken up early by his eighth master, and he went to the town in a drowsy state, and when he came to the town, he could see that there were already a lot of people standing outside the door of the medical hall.

On the eighth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, in the cold dew season, Zheng Mingtang will open a free clinic at this time of year, and this time is the best time to drink autumn tea in Qinglong Mountain.

After the hospital opened, Zhuang Feng also drove over, Zheng Yang left the hospital and helped Zhuang Feng move all kinds of medicinal materials into the hospital from the car.

Zhuang Feng's father, Zhuang He, is the oldest qualified herb picker in Dongling Village, and Zheng Yang's eighth grandfather is also a year-old friend.

Zheng Mingtang changed into a set of tunics, and everyone came in line, Zheng Mingtang began to cut the patient's pulse, and then wrote down the prescription, and the patient took the prescription to Zheng Yang and Zhuang Feng to get the medicine.

"Did you receive those photos?" Zhuang Feng said.

Zheng Yang nodded, that Zhuang Feng looked at Zheng Yang was not in a hurry at all, his heart was itching, he wanted to know what Zheng Yang wanted to do.

"What are you going to do?" Zhuang Feng said.

Grandpa Zheng Yang heard Zhuang Feng talking to Zheng Yang there, coughed, the most taboo distraction when grabbing medicine, if he caught the wrong thing, it would be a matter of human life, naturally he was not happy to see these two boys like this.

Zhuang Feng glared at Zheng Yang fiercely, and Zheng Yang smiled faintly.

After a while, a woman sat in front of Zheng Mingtang, Zheng Mingtang glanced at the woman's face, frowned, and then cut the pulse again, and frowned even tighter.

"Girl, how long have you been sick?" asked Zheng Mingtang.

"It's been almost three years. The woman said.

Zheng Mingtang shook his head, and then said: "Your illness is due to the accumulation of depression from fatigue and worry, and you need to apply needles to stretch, but the accumulation is too deep, and it is not a long-term method." ”

The woman smiled faintly, and then said, "Your grandson said that you can cure my illness." ”

"Oh, Xiaoyang's friend?" Zheng Mingtang smiled.

As soon as Zheng Yang turned around, he saw Ning Lian, smiled faintly, and after handing over the work of catching the medicine to Zhuang Feng, he walked over.

"You're here. Zheng Yang smiled faintly.

"Xiaoyang, since you are your friend, you should also know the recipe to eradicate this disease, didn't you tell her?" Zheng Mingtang said with some reproach.

Zheng Yang shrugged his shoulders very innocently and said, "I gave her a prescription, but she didn't listen, and I couldn't do anything." ”

Zheng Mingyang sighed and shook his head, this girl is beautiful, but unfortunately she has a lot of thoughts and is destined to live for a long time.

"Girl, I'm just a shallow learner, I can't cure it, you can't let go of your mind, it's not destined to be a long-term law enforcement. Zheng Mingtang said.

"Oh, your grandson said it would cure me, and said it was a minor problem. Ning Lian said.

Zheng Mingtang looked at Zheng Yang with some surprise, Zheng Yang smiled, pulled Ning Lian to the side room, and asked her to wait for her, and came to greet her when she was done.

Time flew by, there were fewer and fewer people, and the three of them didn't even eat lunch, and when it was one o'clock in the afternoon, a man, with a cold sweat on his forehead, walked in.

Zheng Yang saw this man and smiled faintly, but he saw that there was a green rune printed on this man's forehead, faintly emitting light, but this rune was only visible to Zheng Yang.

Zheng Mingtang frowned when he saw the man's symptoms, and cut his pulse again, and the pulse was normal, which made Zheng Mingtang a little puzzled.

"Sir, do you feel anything?" Zheng Mingtang said.

"It's just a terrible headache, like being pricked by a needle. The man said uncomfortably.

Zheng Mingtang checked the man's tongue again, and touched the man's forehead again, as if he felt something, and his heart was cold.

"It's so hard to bow your head. ”

Zheng Mingtang felt a chill in his heart, this symptom was caused by witchcraft, the so-called witch doctor was in the same vein, witch was a doctor, a doctor was a witch, and he also knew some secret arts, which could make people die unconsciously. And these secret techniques are the proverbial 'head lowering'.

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