When Hua Feng entered the old man's cell, there were all Black Panther Gang prisoners practicing basic skills all around, and when they saw Hua Feng coming in, they all hurriedly greeted him, Hua Feng nodded and walked in the direction of the old man. When Hua Feng came to the old man, he was still sitting in the corner, but this time he was not sitting on the ground at random as usual, but sitting on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, although Hua Feng didn't know if he was practicing internal strength, but it could be seen from his posture that the internal strength he practiced was very similar to the Shaolin internal strength he practiced. Still, he couldn't see it. Hua Feng saw that the old man continued to close his eyes, so Hua Feng sat quietly and waited.

"You're here." The old man's face, which had been slightly pale just now, suddenly turned red. From here, it can be seen that the old man seems to be sick, but what makes Hua Feng feel strange is that the other party helped him take his pulse yesterday, but nothing happened. Hua Feng's heart still has a fluke mentality, and it may be because the old man has just finished practicing internal skills!

"Old man, what kind of internal skills are you practicing, which is very similar to mine." Hua Feng recalled the martial arts book he burned, which looked very similar to the Taoist internal skills of the Wudang School. Still, he's not sure.

"The Twelve Duanjin of Taoist Internal Strength." The old man said with a smile. He knew that Hua Feng was also practicing a kind of internal strength, and of course he knew that the internal strength that Hua Feng practiced belonged to the Shaolin school. It's just that he doesn't know who taught him, which is why he doesn't understand that after coming to Shanghai, he has changed from a nerd to a different person. Of course, in the old man's opinion, Hua Feng must have met a master in Shanghai.

"Oh, it's very similar to the Shaolin internal skills I practiced." Hua Feng said, thinking that he had guessed just now. However, the old man may have practiced some changes recorded in his book, so he was not sure for a while.

"I practice the native Taoist internal skills, so the native Taoist school. And the Shaolin Neigong you practice belongs to the Buddhist school and came from India. In China, Taoism has a longer history than Buddhism. The old man said proudly.

"Hehe, it's a family." Hua Feng said with a smile, after all, Buddhism was introduced from India and has been localized, which is different from Buddhism abroad. As for the culture it represents, it is a part of the broad culture of China. As for why the old man was so excited when he talked about the two families, he didn't know. And when the old man saw Hua Feng's smile, he knew what the other party was thinking, but he also said it.

Taoism pays attention to "the unity of heaven and man", "the correspondence between man and nature", "for the sake of not fighting, benefit but not harm", "cultivating in the body, its virtue is true", "humble and real", but the responsibilities given by history make it impossible for him to be like Lao Tzu, there are many things he is unwilling to do, he must do. For example, killing people, and killing a lot of people. So, he knew that even though there wasn't much time left, he felt it was worth it. Perhaps, in his opinion, when he kills too much, the way he is now, will be retribution.

"Boy, how do you think I am?" The old man looked at Hua Feng and asked. He was still very optimistic about the young man he had chosen, so in the short time he had left, he was able to pass on his life's duties to the other party, and he was also very satisfied on the way to heaven.

"That's good!" Hua Feng said, he didn't understand why the old man asked these words? After all, in his own opinion, the other party is really better than those old men who often practice Tai Chi outside, his face is full of red light, his black hair is still there, his white and neat teeth are still there, and he speaks clearly, not to mention his internal strength, yesterday Hua Feng's ability to release the pulse for him was ejected, and he knew that the other party's ability was deep. If it weren't for the other party's clothes, he would look like a middle-aged man in his forties. Of course, it is not like those successful people who rely entirely on modern makeup, like Andy Lau who relies on sheep placenta to maintain youth.

"Hehe, I'm actually a dying person. And I'm almost ninety years old this year, and of course I didn't die because of old age. The old man said with a smile. Hua Feng couldn't imagine that the other party's age was actually a ninety-year-old man, and the other party said that he was about to die, not because of the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death.

"Old man, what disease do you have, let me see, can it be treated?" Hua Feng hurriedly said.

"Why did you save me, do you think I'm really a good person as a prisoner?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"I believe you, many people go to prison because they were wronged. If many people have no rights, no background, and offend people who have rights and backgrounds, they are not in prison. If you have any disease, I'll treat you. Hua Feng hurriedly said.

"I'm glad you say that, but I know that saying it won't save me." The old man said, took out two bottles of Moutai from the corner again, opened them and handed them to Hua Feng. Hua Feng put it on the ground, he didn't speak, but grabbed the old man's hand to check his pulse. The old man didn't want to struggle, so he could only let him take the pulse quietly. At first, Hua Feng didn't feel anything, but after a while, he couldn't believe it. Because he found that the human meridians in the lower half of the old man's body were not connected at all, while the twelve meridians of the human body were connected under normal circumstances. Therefore, if it is not the lower body that is missing, it is because of other reasons that the meridians of the lower body are out of touch with the meridians of the upper body. So in the dark cell, Hua Feng finished checking the old man's pulse and looked at the old man's legs, but saw that the toes of the pair of broken shoes that the other party was wearing were exposed, how could he not have the lower body, so Hua Feng also thought that the other party must be sick, but he didn't know it for a while.

"Old man, what's wrong with your lower body?" Hua Feng asked in surprise. When I took his pulse just now, I really couldn't feel the existence of the old man's lower body.

"I have bone cancer, but because of the virus, the skin on the lower half of my body has already begun to fester, if I hadn't suppressed it every day by practicing Taoist internal strength, I might have died." The old man said, as if he were talking about someone who had nothing to do with him. However, he is still like nothing, and even if he has this disease, he avoids spicy wine. It's just that the old man is still drinking every day, and he knows that he can take out the famous wine from the corner at will, and it seems that the old man has really seen his life and death. Hua Feng opened one of the old man's trouser legs and found that the skin on the lower half of the old man's body was white, and it seemed to be very greasy, which was different from the red face of the old man's face.