The birthday banquet of the second day was divided into two parts, at noon a banquet was held in the State Guesthouse to entertain outsiders, presided over by Mo Yan's father Mo Shaoqing, and in the evening was a family banquet in the old house.

And Mo Yan left the old mansion early in the morning and returned to the Zizhulin Hotel.

His departure came as a surprise to everyone, especially his father and stepmother, who had planned to take this opportunity to repair their relationship with Mo Yan. Unexpectedly, when they returned to the old mansion, Mo Yan had already left. And the original 'blind date' was naturally stillborn. For this reason, Mo Chou's mother was very embarrassed and had to apologize to the parents of the blind date again and again.

Some people are happy and some are sad, Mo Yan's departure also made many people breathe a sigh of relief, especially those who lost money last night.

In last night's game, they were devastated, and they could be described as 'losing unjustly and dying depressed'. Fortunately, the winner in the end seemed to only care about the outcome of the game, and did not mean to go deep into the competition, and after understanding this, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief......

In the early morning, when they learned that Mo Yan had left, they were even more glad in their hearts, in their opinion, without the competition of the head and grandson of the Mo family, the future road would have a better chance of winning out of thin air!

Back at the Purple Bamboo Forest Hotel, Mo Yan did not slack off at all, and began to refine the colorful round stones with his true qi. The so-called life is short, and Mo Yan, who has already glimpsed a trace of immortality, will naturally cherish every minute and every second even more.

Refining multicolored cobblestone is also a water mill effort, without much skill, all that is needed is time and patience.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Xianyu's bodyguard Lu Da came to the Zizhulin Hotel.

Zhou Xianyu didn't come together because he wanted to attend the dinner party in the old mansion, and after Mo Yan let Luda into the room, there was no extra nonsense, and he directly ordered Luda's sleeping hole.

Luda's hand injury is basically unsolvable to others, but for Mo Yan, it is nothing more than spending some true qi to dredge the meridians for him.

The treatment process was simple and fast, and it only took three or four minutes before and after, but Mo Yan didn't want outsiders to know too much about him, so after entering the door, he directly closed Luda's five senses.

To be honest, such behavior seemed very disrespectful to Luda, but how could Mo Yan care about his feelings?

What you are pursuing is nothing more than a healthy left hand, and I have given you the best result.

However, in the process of treating Luda, Mo Yan suddenly felt something in his heart, and felt that his words and deeds had become more and more direct recently. For example, last night's game, such as the point just now, before the change, he will naturally do the same, but it will definitely be a little tactful.

Feeling this, he briefly recalled and sorted out the recent events, and finally determined that this kind of directness is not simplistic thinking, but a behavior that is closer to the truth.

"Cultivators, non-human ......"

After dredging Luda's meridians, Mo Yan thought for a moment and muttered, "This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing, the good thing is that I already have the mentality of a cultivator, and I act closer to the truth. The disadvantage is that it is too much, and the 'degree' is difficult to grasp. If it is too unruly, it will not only cause a backlash in the real world, but also plant demons in the heart and pay more in the future catastrophes......"

As soon as he thought of this, he was awe-inspiring in his heart, and it was true that doing what he wanted was the state of mind that a cultivator should have, but if it exceeded a certain limit, it would plant demons in his heart and even give rise to another ego. This self is a collection of all negative consciousnesses, such as darkness, killing, bloodthirstiness...... And when this negative consciousness continues to grow, it may even eat up the true self.

By that time, Mo Yan would have become a demon!

Of course, with Mo Yan's current realm, it is far from reaching this level, and reflecting at this time is nothing more than taking precautions.

"No wonder Zuo Daoren once said that there are similarities between the way of the divine soul and the way of the saint, and 'I have three provinces and three provinces of my body' should be my daily homework, and I almost ignored ......"

After reflection, Mo Yan's mind became clearer, and suddenly, the self sitting in the spirit platform, his eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear and smart, and there was a little more vitality.

"Okay, old way, the treatment is over......"

After finishing the introspection, Mo Yan woke up Luda and looked at him with a smile, slightly apologetic in his heart.

Luda was at a loss, not knowing what was going on. All he remembered was that when he entered the door, he suddenly lost consciousness......

He frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?" ”

Mo Yan smiled: "It's nothing, I hypnotized you just now, and then healed your hand." ”

Hypnosis?

Luda's brows furrowed even tighter, and he wanted to ask clearly, but Mo Yan couldn't help but say, and drove him out of the door with half a send and a half push.

"Okay, Lao Lu, I still have something to do, so I won't entertain you. By the way, although your left hand has been fully recovered, it is best not to fight with others for a month, so as not to recur the old injury......"

The door slammed shut, and Luda stood outside the door, subconsciously looking at his watch, his expression becoming more and more dazed.

"It's only been a few minutes, and my hand has healed"

His face was full of suspicion, and he raised his left hand to make a little luck, but he was surprised to find that the damaged meridians were really intact!

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When Luda left the Purple Bamboo Forest, he not only had doubts in his heart, but also awe of Mo Yan.

It is incredible that the hand injury that had plagued him for years had healed in just a few minutes. In addition, Mo Yan's so-called 'hypnosis' made him deeply awe-inspired. As a martial artist, his spiritual will is far stronger than that of ordinary people, not to mention passive hypnosis, even if he actively cooperates, it is difficult to enter the hypnotic state. Therefore, he did not believe in hypnosis at all, but whether he believed it or not, he was in awe of this means of incapacitating himself in an instant.

Less than five minutes after Luda left the Purple Bamboo Forest, Mei Sanding took his assistant and visited Mo Yan.

At noon, Mei Sanding didn't see Mo Yan at the birthday banquet of the State Guesthouse, and was surprised, so he asked the assistant to dial Mo Yan's phone, and finally agreed to meet in Zizhulin.

"I didn't see you at noon, why didn't I go to the family banquet in the evening?"

Mei Sanding asked the assistant to wait outside, walked into the room by himself, and asked Mo Yan with a smile.

Mo Yan invited the old man to sit down and said with a smile: "There are too many people, but there is no taste of family banquets, so it is better not to go." ”

Mei Sanding nodded, didn't ask more about this kind of housework, but changed the subject, and said with a smile: "I saw your grandfather at noon, hey, the old man is blessed......"

Mo Yan nodded and said: "The children and grandchildren are full, and the four generations are in the same hall, which is indeed blessed." ”

Mei Sanding smiled: "That's not what I mean...... Boy, do you have any birthday gifts for your grandfather? ”

Mo Yan immediately understood, and said with a smile: "That kind of thing is hard to find, and I only got a ...... by chance."

After a slight pause, he asked, "Old man, do you also have research on that thing?" ”

Mei Sanding sighed and said, "It's a bit of research, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you......"

Mo Yan was not surprised, as early as when Mei Sanding proposed 'appointment', he realized that there may not be many people like himself in the world, or even none. But those who have studied this definitely exist, but more or less.

In addition, he could see that Old Man Mei's body was condensed and had reached the pinnacle of this realm. If the aura between heaven and earth is not exhausted, it is possible for his old man to break through the shackles and condense a breath of true qi.

People who have reached this realm have already stepped on the threshold of a cultivator with one foot, and even if they are not allowed to enter the door for the rest of their lives, they can still see some of the scenery behind the door vaguely......

The old man took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "Mo Yan, if I'm not mistaken, you should have already refined a breath of true qi, right?" ”

Mo Yan smiled and said nothing, this kind of thing doesn't need to be said, everyone can understand.

He only smiled and didn't say anything, Mei Sanding naturally understood in his heart, and his face couldn't help but show envy, and sighed: "It is worthy of being trained by your uncle and grandfather, this is a realm that he has never reached back then!" Tsk, don't say it's him, I'm afraid you're the first one in the past few hundred years! Hey, I really didn't expect to see such a monster as you when I was old. ”

The old man sighed with emotion, raised the teacup with both hands, drank the half-warm tea in one gulp, and said: "My half-master has a disciple like you, I should replace the wine with tea, and float a white for him!" ”

Mo Yan changed a cup of hot tea for the old man and said, "Old man, don't compliment me, if there's anything, just say it." ”

Mei Sanding smiled and said, "You kid is really direct enough." ”

After a slight pause, he sighed and continued: "I came to you for my granddaughter's illness. ”

With that, he stood up and took the bag from his assistant's hand.

There was some information in the bag, including a photo, he took out the photo, handed it to Mo Yan, and said: "This is my granddaughter, nineteen this year, called Mei Qingqian, taken from one of the sentences in Lin Kui's "Mountain Garden Xiaomei". ”

"The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow...... That's a good name. Mo Yan took the photo, and after taking a look, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Old man, what disease is she suffering from?" ”

In the photo, a young girl is sitting in a wheelchair, holding a book in her hand and looking quietly, with a plum forest in the background.

Such a photo should give people a good feeling, but the girl's withered appearance spoils such an atmosphere.

There are many words to describe a girl, and the meaning of the word may be positive or negative, but very few people use the word 'withered'.

However, the first impression that the girl in the wheelchair gave Mo Yan was withered. He couldn't even think of any other word to describe the poor girl.

The girl's eyes are bright and still full of youth, but her face, skin, and even her long gray hair are flowing out of the twilight that belongs to the old man. Her skin, dry and dull, was like chicken skin. Her muscles shriveled and atrophied, and her two hands holding the book stretched out, and to say something unpleasant, they were no different from chicken feet......

The only thing that is surprising is that even if it is withered, the girl's eyes and smile are still young.

Mei Sanding let out a long sigh and said: "When I was eight years old, I had a strange disease, and I can't find the cause so far, the specific symptoms are what you see now, the face is withered, and the appearance is aging rapidly. But strangely, her development has not been affected, and her bones, organs, and reproductive system have not been greatly affected. Of course, the level of health is definitely not as good as that of ordinary people. ”

As he spoke, the old man took out other information, which were all medical records and pathological analysis reports left by Mei Qingqian's treatment over the years.

Mo Yan didn't read these materials, and he didn't understand them anyway, so it was better not to read them.

"Old man, what can I do to help you?"