Between the lightning and flint, Lan Wang turned his head in astonishment and stared at his left hand.

Just now, the moment his hand touched the tweezers, he felt that something had changed, something had returned to its original shape - as if the dislocated joint had been picked up by an osteopath, and the missing part had been found and fitted back into place.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the long-lost sense of power suddenly returned. Even if you don't get used to it at first and can't grasp the strength well, it's true! That's really my own strength, and the kung fu that I used to practice hard to get some experience has finally come back.

Just a stroke of the thumb and forefinger can deform metal!

It's just the result of meditating for a while!

"Something is wrong! This still can't prove the scientificity of Chinese medicine, because it's really unscientific! Meditation can theoretically only lift the spirit, and just one hour of meditation can promote the recovery of the body and increase strength, what is the reason? Even the highest intensity, high-intensity, and long-term physical training sessions cannot achieve this effect, even if they take stimulants, they can't do it, after all, this is equivalent to permanent deterioration of the body! Where is there such a good treatment! ”

The young master's mind was racing, thinking about other possibilities. Could it be that which pair of Chinese medicine I have taken in the past few days has suddenly worked? Or will it simply be a matter of time before strength is restored? After ruling out all of these possibilities, Lan Wang realized that the effects of meditation were already certain.

That's right! This set of meditation methods with "mysterious" formulas was taught to him by the liar Wang Langzhong. Now it seems that this guy may really be just a liar, but the meditation method he left behind is to solve Lan Wang's biggest headache right in a crooked way!

Lan Wang began to desperately recall every word that Wang Langzhong said, everything he did, and every detail he left behind, wanting to find any clues from it.

His eyes were full of suspicion, his face was cloudy, he switched back and forth in surprise and confusion, and he was constantly entangled, Lan Wang's expression frightened the little girl again. Perhaps, gaining the trust of the Lan family and being sent to serve Lan Wang is her life, and she can't escape the hardship. There is nothing terrible about serving a paralyzed patient, but it is a different story to serve a madman or hysteria.

"Young Master? Master?! Are you okay? Don't scare me! What's wrong with you? Come on..."After all, the little girl has experienced too few things, and all of a sudden she will lose her face and become at a loss and at a loss. But before she could raise her voice and shout out the word "person" for "come soon", a small and funny hand covered her mouth firmly and powerfully.

"Shh......h I'm fine, shout something! ”

Lan Wang comforted softly: "It's okay, it's okay, you can go and change another pair of tweezers... What a big deal! Don't tell anyone what happened today. ”

The maid nodded.

"Let me ask more, do you know where the last liar Lang Zhong is today?"

The maid was dazed.

"It's the one you sent away at the end, the one who doesn't look like a Langzhong, but like a Taoist priest!"

"Hmm... Ah, it's him! Where did he go... The servant really doesn't know, but the butler certainly knows! This time the little maid reacted.

Lan Wang didn't even have to think about it to know that today's matter must not be known to the housekeeper, at least not in a short time. "Could there be anyone else besides the housekeeper?"

"Let me think about it. In addition to the housekeeper, only the porter Grandpa Zhang should know, right? After all, when the guests are ushered in, they have to be reported by him, and he must know! ”

"But..."The little girl looked embarrassed, "As far as Grandpa Zhang's memory, I'm afraid I don't necessarily remember..."

"Let's go, take me to see Uncle Zhang."

"Young Master. Your legs..."

"My legs are fine, you carry me."

"Young Master..."

"Why, I can't even tell you now?" Lan Wang deliberately sank his face.

"Young Master is angry, angry! I'll take you there, son! ”

The traverser couldn't help but sigh in his heart that in this environment, it is very difficult to maintain the style and values of modern people. Speaking politely and pleasantly will make it difficult for people to move an inch, and being arbitrary and unreasonable is an indispensable pass. If you want someone who has been a slave for a long time to understand you, then you must use a language that the slave can understand, whether you want it or not.

Of course, once again, Lan Wang may not have realized that the little young master he "possessed" was completely ignorant and barely spoke before, let alone yelling at the subordinates in the family. In this way, there is no such thing as "directing not moving", because you have never directed to move.

No matter how young the young master is, what he says is not something that a maid can contradict or disobey. The little maid picked up the young master on her back, left the bedroom steadily, walked through the flower hall and the courtyard with three entrances, stepped two thresholds, and finally saw the outer gate of the Lan family's mansion. Along the way, the little girl's footsteps were very light. Even if you haven't grown enough and can't do too much physical work, carrying a pale and emaciated eight-year-old child who has been sick for a long time is not a problem.

The porter Uncle Zhang was really there. It was getting late, and the old man Qingqu, who was wearing a plain cloth shirt and two beards, was leaning back on the chaise longue and squinting. Since he had to keep vigil every night, he always took a nap before and after the sun went down to refresh himself at night.

"Eh, why is the young master here? Didn't you rest in the inner bedroom? Lan Xin, you are really, how do you take care of the young master?! Before the two of them could get closer, the old man had already opened his eyes, got up from the recliner and turned around. Seeing that it was the little maid in the inner courtyard who he knew who came out with the young master on his back, the janitor hurriedly bowed to the young master, and after getting up, he blamed the little girl.

The maid also looked aggrieved: "Grandpa Zhang, it was the young master who asked me to carry him out..."

"You little girl is really, you can't have a good time for a reason! What does the young master know at such a young age? Besides, even if he says he wants to run around, you just run around with him? ”

Seeing this, Lan Wang hurriedly took over the conversation: "Uncle Zhang, don't blame Lan Xin, it's really what I requested, I don't go out, I'm just here to find you, and I want to ask you for advice." Do you remember where the last Wang Langzhong came this afternoon went? ”

After a string of words came out, Uncle Zhang's old face also experienced a series of expression changes that were very similar to those of the little maid just now: shocked, surprised and even a little happy, but a little less dazed, and a little more suddenly realized and suddenly happy. The old man's all-white eyebrows were raised and raised, his eyes narrowed into slits, and a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.

This smile made both the little maid and Lan Wang feel a little inexplicable: how could the old man in front of him seem to have untied a knot in his heart that had been gathered for many years?

The next moment, Uncle Zhang regained his seriousness, and then he beat Qian'er very neatly, knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Xi has seen the eldest young master!" "That attitude, that skill, doesn't look like an old man who is over the age of six.

Rao is Lan Wang's concentration is very strong, and he was also taken a big jump by this move.

After standing up, Lan Wang couldn't help but continue to speak, and Uncle Zhang, who had just reported his home, took out a piece of paper from his arms: "Master Da, the immortal who left last in the afternoon had already calculated that you would go to him, and said that you would definitely try to find his traces before the door of the house was locked tonight!" He has a teaching, saying that if the young master comes out to look for him, he will inevitably pass by the gate, and then the little old man only needs to hand over the letter left by the immortal to the young master, and the young master will understand everything after reading it! ”

The old janitor smiled and handed over the thin piece of paper.

After taking the piece of paper for a while, Lan Wang was stunned, still recalling what Uncle Zhang had said. Rao had to spend some time digesting this huge amount of information with his super brain.

The little maid was already completely shocked: "Grandpa Zhang, how is this possible?" The people in the whole house said that the last Lang Zhong to leave today was a charlatan, how did he become an immortal in the mouth of your old man? ”

The old man just laughed and didn't say anything at first, but then he couldn't help it and said, "How can you not be an immortal if you are so godly?" The family only saw that he didn't heal the young master's leg, but they couldn't see what he had done! ”

The little maid was still full of doubts, and seemed to be completely unconvinced.

"It's getting late, Xin'er, let's go, let's go back to the room, and we won't go out today." Grandpa Zhang, thank you for handing it over! The young master, who had been stunned for a while, spoke first to the maid and then to the janitor. As he spoke, he unfolded the paper and began to read it.

"Hmph, inexplicably... Grandpa, can you stop having fun with Xin'er in the future? The maid pouted, looking indignant, but she still didn't dare to go against the young master's intentions, so she had to turn her head and go inside. Lan Wang just lay on her back, holding the maid's shoulder with one hand and the letter in the other.

Looking at the two children who looked like sisters and brothers, Zhang Xi stroked his beard and smiled: "Hehehehe, God bless the Lan family, God bless the Lan general!" This child's spirit is really different, with the guidance of a master, this kid's future is limitless! ”

Suddenly, smiling and laughing, he was stunned again, turned his head and whispered to himself for a long time before he said in confusion: "This is also really strange... When is the spirit better, he can still explain, and he can accept it with his sharp teeth, but when did the eldest young master start to be able to read the letter by himself? Could it be that there are really people in this world who are born to know, but a serious illness has made this doll enlightened? Alas, I can't figure it out, old fool..."

It was completely dark, and the bright moon climbed up the treetops. The gatekeeper continued to talk to himself, stood up, and went on patrol.