With such a close distance, there was no way to dodge, Zhang Yang could only slap her foot, and with the help of the power of her legs, he jumped up, turned over her head, and the wolf dodged it.

Of course, he didn't forget that he touched the woman's pretty face, which was very cold and did not have any soft elasticity......

Kiss!

The black plum blossom needle pierced into the hard mahogany wine cabinet a few meters away, and directly submerged it completely, which shows that the woman's strength and the skill of controlling the plum blossom needle have reached an unbelievable point.

"Stop." Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and an old man in his sixties and seventies walked in.

You don't have to guess to know that he is Song Yehan's grandfather Song Shizhong, although he is old and full of silver hair, and the wrinkles on his face confirm his vicissitudes, but his waist is straight without the slightest rickets, his eyes are deep and resolute, his voice is loud, with an irresistible majesty, and he is a person who is accustomed to giving orders.

"Grandpa, I saw Grandpa Mai's car here just now, so I came over to toast." Song Yehan regained his habitual smile on his face, walked over and spoke.

Song Shizhong didn't speak, just glanced at the old man coldly, then his eyes fell on his grandson, and he said, "Go back with me." ”

"Old Song, although our brothers are in the same capital, we haven't seen each other for many years, can't we sit down and have a drink to catch up with the old days?"

The corners of the old man's mouth were hemped, and his words were as familiar as an old friend, but there was a sense of distance thousands of miles away, contradictory and tangled.

"I don't have anything to talk about with you."

Song Shizhong's words were very resolute, his brows tightened, and he said to Song Yehan: "Go back with me." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the private room, and Song Yehan and a man and a woman turned their heads and glared at a few people in the room, and then followed out.

The private room, which was still noisy and full of gunpowder just now, immediately became quiet, and several people looked at the door, obviously each with their own thoughts.

For Zhang Yang, seeing the woman's free use of plum blossom needles, he basically concluded that she was the one who attacked him in the underground workshop that day.

After all, this kung fu has been lost for a long time, how could he meet two such masters in such a short period of time?

Thump!

Just as Zhang Yang was still pondering, the young man who had just fought with the woman suddenly fell to the ground, his lips were purple and shaking, and the muscles on his face were twisted together, obviously suffering a great deal of pain.

"Quickly help him to the couch and sit down." Zhang Yang was shocked, knowing that the woman's plum blossom needles were quenched with poison, and hurriedly shouted.

Ye Wenqian and the old man helped the young man up and moved him to the sofa on the side of the private room.

At this time, the young man had fallen into a semi-comatose state, Zhang Yang pulled up his trousers above his knees, and saw that his entire leg was as black as ink, exactly the same as the poisonous symptoms of his own child's mother and soul rejuvenation needle.

"What should I do?" Ye Wenqian was obviously stunned when she saw this scene, and her voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid, don't forget that I'm a doctor."

Zhang Yang smiled and comforted, since Jiuyang True Fire can heal itself and resolve the poison, there will naturally be no problem in treating young people.

After finishing speaking, his fingers quickly pointed at the Qu Quan, the sea of blood and the acupuncture points of Zhongdu on the young man's legs, in order to prevent the poison from continuing to expand rapidly, and finally put the palm of his hand on his knee joint, and the Jiuyang True Fire continued to enter.

The black poisoning area became smaller and smaller, which also made the three of them breathe a sigh of relief, and it was not until the black gradually disappeared and the normal skin tone was restored that Zhang Yang removed his hand.

"Yes, young people are not simple!" The old man squinted his eyes and smiled.

Last time, my illness could not be diagnosed and treated in many famous hospitals in Kyoto, so I had no choice but to go to my old friend's hospital, that is, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to control his condition.

Although it is said that it is to control the condition, in fact, I understand that it has become more and more strict, and it has no effect at all.

When Zhang Yang treated himself, although he couldn't see with his eyes, he heard that he was only a young man about twenty years old, and he was naturally very surprised, so he took the opportunity to meet Zhang Yang this time.

With such a high level of medical skills, he naturally can't help but be arrogant in his heart, so he chose this club because he deliberately embarrassed Zhang Yang.

Or let him make a fool of himself in front of Ye Wenqian, a beauty.

Seeing Zhang Yang's shot just now already surprised him even more, and now seeing that he dissolved the poison for young people without any medical equipment, he was even more curious and appreciative in his heart.

"Thanks for the compliment." Zhang Yang's rare modesty.

"Look, it's starting to get dark again." As Ye Wenqian shouted in surprise, the two of them looked down and saw that the skin that had just returned to normal had rapidly spread to an area of tens of centimeters in just a few tens of seconds.

"The poison needle hasn't been taken out yet." Zhang Yang took a breath, put his palm on the young man's knee again, used Jiuyang True Fire to control the spread of poison, and after glancing at the dining table, he continued: "Help me bring the knife." ”

In addition to the fruit, there are also some fish and other foods in the small plate brought by the waiter, although they are all very small, but they are more elegant and convenient to eat, so they put knives and forks and other tableware, which can come in handy at this time.

Ye Wenqian hurriedly turned around, picked up a handful, and handed it over.

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and carefully stroked the young man's leg, but he couldn't detect the position of the embroidery needle at all, indicating that the needle had completely submerged into the body, which showed the woman's strong skills.

There was no way, he could only use Jiuyang True Fire to dissolve the skin that had turned black due to poisoning again, and as it gradually faded, the last part that disappeared was the place where the embroidery needle pierced.

After all, toxicity spreads to all sides, and the place where the embroidery needle pierces is naturally the most toxic place.

Laugh at!

When the highly poisonous black shrank to an area the size of a coin, Zhang Yang's hand knife fell, and he simply cut a hole in his skin.

Black blood gushed out, emitting a thick fishy smell, and after picking the flesh skin on both sides, the blade pressed down hard, revealing an embroidery needle as thin as a hair.

Zhang Yang turned around and tore off a tissue on the dining table, carefully wiped the embroidery needle, looked up and saw that the entire embroidery needle was extremely black, obviously soaking in the poison, and the poison had been completely integrated into it.

If it is an ordinary steel material, the poison cannot penetrate the needle body at all, and it is obvious that the embroidery needle is also made of special materials.

"It's such a vicious secret weapon, if you are not careful, you will kill people." The old man stared at the plum blossom needle, shook his head and sighed.

"Well, fortunately, Wen Qian found that the toxicity spread again, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Such a subtle plum blossom needle, it is easy to deceive the eyes of the healer, when the poison is removed, it will feel that there is no danger, but as long as the poisonous needle is in the body, it will soon spread twice, and the time will be slightly delayed, there will be a danger to life.

He suddenly remembered that after he was hit by the Soul Snatching Needle, the embroidery needle should have also spread in his body twice, but it did not attack again, could it be that Jiuyang True Fire restrained the poison? But the plum blossom needle should react if it stays in the body?

Could it be that the black-clothed man who knew Jiuyang True Fire quietly took the silver needle when he was fighting with him? If that's the case, then he must be trying to save himself......

The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more confused he became, and the more eager he wanted to return to Danxia Mountain to ask what was going on.

After a while, it was not until the black blood at the wound ran out and began to flow bright red blood that Zhang Yang knew that the poison had been completely removed, and he was completely relieved.

"Thank you."

The young man did not know when he had woken up from a coma, thanking him with a smile on his face.

"You're welcome, the poison has just invaded the blood, although it has been removed, but it is still damaging to the body, rest for a few days, take some antibiotics and medicine to recover soon." Zhang Yang deliberately admonished.

"It's not so delicate, it doesn't matter if it hurts." The young man sat up on his side, ignoring the bleeding wound and lowering his trouser leg.

"Zhang Yang, where are you from?" The old man looked at Zhang Yang and suddenly asked.

"Danxia Mountain."

"What about your parents? Could it be that he is also from Danxia Mountain? ”

"I was an orphan who was seriously ill and abandoned by my parents when I was a child, but my master saved me and brought me up."

His poignant life experience has always been his most fragile and sad place, but this question is always asked, making him helpless but unavoidable.

This is the normal feeling of people, and the understanding between people starts with the family in Beijing?

So you can't blame anyone for touching your scars, you can only blame your parents for being too ruthless......

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Well, you're a lot like my son when he was eighteen." The old man stared at him blankly, his eyes full of kindness, but with a hint of desolation.

"Is your son as handsome as I am?"

Zhang Yang knew that this old man's words were unreliable, so he laughed and teased, not wanting to dwell on this topic, so he said, "You are friends with Song Yehan's grandfather?" ”

"A comrade-in-arms for decades, how can it be so simple that he recited me from the pile of dead people?" The old man smiled bitterly and asked rhetorically.

For soldiers, the camaraderie of comrades-in-arms is not comparable to the friendship between friends. On the battlefield, your comrades-in-arms can desperately block bullets for you, but how many friends in reality are willing to work hard for you?

This is not to say that friends in reality do not have deep feelings, but that they do not have the courage and courage of soldiers.

A group of hot-blooded young people eat and sleep together like brothers, their comradeship-in-arms has long melted into each other's blood and soul, when they see their comrades-in-arms in danger, they will naturally stand up regardless of their lives.

"Is there a misunderstanding between you?"

The old man said it was true, but thinking of Song Shizhong's cold eyes when he looked at him, Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"That was many years ago." The old man, apparently avoiding the topic as well, did not continue, but turned back to the table and sat down on the stool.

"There are friends from the four major families, you should have a good relationship, and it is better to mix in the northern capital."

Zhang Yang's words are obviously joking, which means that he naturally has such a good friend, he should grasp it well, and the other party will pull him casually, and it will not be as shabby as now.

Of course, it can be seen from the old man's personality that he doesn't care about these powerful and money-rich people.