Yun Jia.

"It hurts!"

Yun Mo couldn't help but howl miserably.

"What's it called, it's like killing a pig!" Shu Lao was quite dissatisfied in Yun Mo's mind, "I didn't just let you stay for five hours, you had to delay it for an hour." Well, retribution is coming!"

Hearing the old man's words, Yun Mo pursed his lips, "Then I don't want to break away from the blocked part of the veins earlier." My father seems to want to put the matter of marriage on the agenda recently, so I want to start the pulse as soon as possible, otherwise I won't even have a reason to refuse at that time!"

Suddenly, the old scholar said casually, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to get married! Starting a family and starting a business, starting a family first and then starting a business is also a good choice." ”

"It's easy to say, but who knows how things will turn out!"

A touch of self-deprecation flashed on Yun Mo's face, "What if someone takes the initiative to come to the door to withdraw from the marriage because I am a waste material who can't cultivate?"

"Scrap wood?

These two words seemed to interest the old scholar, and he continued, "Do you think there is such a possibility?" A genius boy who was originally gifted, because of unknown reasons, cultivated instead of advancing and retreating, and became a waste material in everyone's mouth, but his fiancée suddenly came to the door to withdraw from the marriage, but let the boy arouse his ambition and make a three-year covenant, and then the boy rose again, not only completed the three-year covenant, but also made great progress all the way, and became the strongest person in the world from then on!"

"You can really make it up. Hearing that Shu Lao was thinking nonsense there, Yun Mo shook his head, "In this world, how can it be so easy to become a strong person, especially the strongest one?"

The old scholar also agreed, and actually manifested it directly, "That's right." It's really not that easy to become a strong person, and you have to give up something. As for becoming the strongest, I think I will probably have to give up the people closest to me!"

"Ah, this is too ruthless, isn't it?" Yun Mo was a little speechless when he heard this, "If you have to lose even the people closest to you, then what's the point of being the strongest?"

"If you don't become a strong person, where can you understand the loneliness of the strong? If you don't become a strong person, where can you know the helplessness of the strong? If you don't become a strong person, where can you understand the bitterness of the strong person?"

Somehow, the old scholar was stunned for a moment and muttered something like this.

Hearing the old man's "high theory", Yun Mo didn't know what to say, but he slandered in his heart, this old man is too capable of pretending, right?

"Alright, it's not too early!" Suddenly, the old scholar turned around, his eyes flashing, "It's time for me to perform a pulse shock for you!"

"-Okay!"

Although his body was covered with all kinds of traces of being injured by the "stuffy stick", the hot pain was constantly destroying Yun Mo's will, but Yun Mo also knew that now was the best time to perform a pulse impact.

In a moment, a strong pulse rushed directly into Yun Mo's meridians, as if there was a stream of magma flowing through, and like a sharp knife scraping the bone marrow, the pain made Yun Mo's face instantly red, his green tendons burst out, and his teeth tightened, but Yun Mo didn't shout except for snorting in pain.

"Strange, doesn't he hurt?" Seeing this, the old scholar was a little puzzled, "Could it be that this is not to the limit of what he can bear?"

Thinking of this, Shu Lao's body exuded a powerful pulse again, directly impacting Yun Mo's body.

"It's—it hurts!"

The intense pain made Yun Mo have the illusion that his meridians were broken, and the pain was so cold that Cen Cen was in a cold sweat, and on his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans poured down like rain.

However, despite the pain, Yun Mo tried his best to hold back, trying not to make any strange noises.

Because his room is not far from his father Yunyi's room, whoever shouts on his side will definitely call Yunyi here, and he doesn't know how to explain it at that time.

"Y-don't you hurt?"

At this time, the old scholar asked with a strange expression.

Because it was so painful, there was no change in the expression on Yun Mo's face, his teeth were always tight, and his whole face was like a great enemy, and he didn't move for a moment, and it took a long time for a word to pop out.

"It hurts!"

"If it hurts too much, you can call it out. The old scholar raised his eyebrows, "I don't know the limit of what you can bear, so I need you to remind me, lest you pass out directly." ”

Suddenly, the old scholar seemed to remember something, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and muttered, "I almost forgot, this place has been sealed by me with a secret method, and there will definitely be no sound, so you can rest assured-"

Before the old man finished speaking, a miserable scream that was more slaughtering than killing a pig immediately sounded.

If Yun Mo's howl before was compared to killing a pig, at least ten pigs should have been killed by now!

Because he can let go of the howl, Yun Mo's expression is also quite rich, and his original immature face seems to have lived from twenty to eighty years old, and basically all the expressions that a human face can make have been performed by him.

There are even some unimaginable expressions in it.

"Is that an exaggeration?"

Seeing Yun Mo like this, the old scholar put on a look of disgust, but he also reduced the impact of his pulse on him in a timely manner.

After half an hour, the old scholar finished his work, and Yun Mo collapsed directly on the bed, and the clothes on his body were also soaked with sweat, as if he had just come ashore from the river.

Seeing Yun Mo like this, the old scholar also shook his head a little helplessly, "Okay, you can rest!

"Wait, to-" Because it was so painful just now, Yun Mo collapsed a little, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, "How long will it take for me to recover at a speed now—to be normal?"

The scholar pondered for a moment and gave a somewhat vague answer, "It's almost a month and a half!"

"A month and a half?" Yun Mo was stunned, a little crying and laughing, "Is it a month plus half a month, or half a month?"

For Yun Mo's inquiry, Shu Lao was a little dissatisfied.

How dare you find fault with him?

But for the sake of him being so tired, the old scholar was not embarrassed to say much, but replied angrily, "One month plus half a month!"

"Can it be reduced to a month?"

Suddenly, Yun Mo gave a time.

"A month?" "A month?" the old man frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Yes, yes, but in that case-"

"If you can!"

Yun Mo directly interrupted Shu Lao's words, and used his last strength to squeeze out a smile, "Thank you for your trouble!"

The scholar was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and didn't say anything more.

At the moment when he didn't enter Yun Mo's heart, the old scholar couldn't help but say a word in his heart.

"Perhaps, I underestimated this teenager's determination and perseverance!"

Although Yun Mo was exhausted to the point of collapse, he still struggled to stand up and felt the changes in his body with his heart.

"Well, nothing has changed. ”

Shaking his head, although Yun Mo didn't feel any strange changes in himself, he didn't doubt what Shu Lao said at all.

The strength of the other party is there, and you have to believe it.

Opening the window, Yun Mo looked up at the vast starry sky and whispered.

"This time, I must succeed!"