Yang Xiaoyang had never seen a person like Fang San, and he wanted to leave with his sleeves up, but he had already said that he was invited to come, and Yang Xiaoyang was a little embarrassed to act like this.

Besides, Yang Xiaoyang actually sympathized with Fang San's mother and his wife, after all, he had to be under the same roof with him every day.

He felt that it was great luck that these two people were not.

"Then there is the chief of the road. When the old woman had finished speaking, she stretched out her thin arm.

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at Fang San defiantly, stretched out his hand to put his hand on the old woman's wrist, closed his eyes and slowly crossed into a trace of aura.

Fang San looked at Yang Xiaoyang, who was frowning with his eyes closed, his eyes were cloudy.

Yang Xiaoyang sensed through the aura that there was nothing wrong with the old woman, but there were a few broken veins, and there were serious dark wounds on her body.

"Has the donor been seriously injured before?" Yang Xiaoyang opened his eyes and asked, in fact, to prove himself to Fang San.

A look of remembrance appeared on the old woman's face, "It's true, but it couldn't be treated in time at that time, and the root of the disease fell behind." In fact, the old body knows that in the past few decades, this disease has not been cured. ”

Yang Xiaoyang already had a number in his heart, glanced at Fang San again, and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the younger generation can be cured, but the younger generation consumes a lot of treatment for the disease, and I hope that the donor will give him more food." ”

Before the old woman could speak, Fang San said unhurriedly: "You don't say that you consume a lot of food just to eat a mouthful. If what you said is true, how about I ask Madame to serve you two or two more rice and tell you a secret?"

Yang Xiaoyang stared at Fang San's face, resisting the urge to leave a big footprint on it, and nodded.

Of course, Yang Xiaoyang didn't agree to vent his anger, although he is a lazy person, but to do some good deeds within his ability, Yang Xiaoyang is not rejected.

But as for saving the world, it is impossible.

Yang Xiaoyang closed his eyes again, and concentrated on controlling a small amount of aura to warm and nourish the broken meridians and accumulated internal injuries.

It's just that the meridian has been broken for too long, and Yang Xiaoyang has taken a lot of effort to barely connect it.

And the accumulated internal injuries are too stubborn, not incurable, but too troublesome.

If it weren't for Fang San watching from the side, Yang Xiaoyang really wanted to rest for a while before continuing.

Although his control of the aura is much better than before, it is difficult to cure it at one time.

It's just that Yang Xiaoyang can imagine what kind of cynicism Fang San would have if he proposed to take a break, and don't think about the plan to make the five bodies he admire.

Yang Xiaoyang had no choice but to slowly reduce the inflow of some spiritual energy, and while controlling the breathing, he operated the food qi method to supplement it slightly.

He had never done this kind of thing before, and if he used it for two things, his energy would inevitably be a little lacking.

The cold sweat on Yang Xiaoyang's head was dripping, and the hand holding the old woman was trembling, but he still beat his spirit to control the last trace of aura in his body, and warm up the internal injury, but after all, it was still a little worse.

Yang Xiaoyang had no intention of running the Qi Eating Method, so he could only be ruthless secretly, and for the first time, he had the idea that he had to do this even if he worked hard.

Now that the spiritual energy in your body is exhausted, squeeze a little from your own meridians.

Yang Xiaoyang bit his lip tightly, using the pain to make himself more sober, and finally squeezed out some aura and smoothed the dark wound.

That dark wound is like an empty cup, it is not enough for the aura to fill the cup, but also to let the water inside overflow, so that this dark wound will no longer drag down the body.

Now the trace of aura squeezed out of Yang Xiaoyang's meridians is the trace of water that overflows, although it is small, it is also a qualitative change.

After Yang Xiaoyang felt that the dark wound was healed, he relaxed suddenly, but he felt fatigue coming.

It was the first time since I practiced the Qi Eating Method that my body felt so heavy, and the meridians on my body still ached faintly.

Yang Xiaoyang let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Fang San.

Seeing that his expression was a little strange, he was secretly proud, and he wanted to say something to hurt him.

Fang San looked at Yang Xiaoyang sweating profusely, his face was pale, his originally long breath had also become chaotic, and his whole face was a lot bitter, but his eyes were curved like crescents.

Fang San stared at Yang Xiaoyang with a complicated expression for a while, and just when Yang Xiaoyang thought he was finally going to say something good, he spoke: "Are you stupid?"

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes widened suddenly, it seemed that he still didn't know enough about Fang San, and he thought that he would say good things.

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly felt some swelling pain in my meridians, my eyes turned dark, and I vomited a mouthful of blood.

The old woman was startled, the joy that she had just felt that her qi and blood had been smoothed out was diluted, and she slapped Fang San on the head, "How did you speak?"

Fang San probably also felt that what he said just now was a little inappropriate, so he helped Yang Xiaoyang onto the stool and poured him a glass of water.

"You are not small, you vomit blood for treating people, this is the first time I have seen it. Fang San saw that Yang Xiaoyang had a better color after taking a sip of water, and his true nature was revealed on his lips again.

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, feeling that it was impossible for this person to have a good word in his mouth.

"San'er, if someone helps me treat my illness, you can say a few words and help Xiu'er bring the food. Seeing Fang San talking like this, the old woman couldn't stand it, it seemed that she also knew his son's temperament.

The meal was served on the table after a while, and Fang San said that his wife might be bragging when she cooked a good dish, because Yang Xiaoyang felt that the taste should be average just by looking at it.

The old woman had already picked up the chopsticks first, and smiled at Yang Xiaoyang: "I'm tired of the Taoist today, and the old body can't be repaid, so let Fang San do something for the Taoist chief." The Taoist chief doesn't have to be restrained, and let's move the chopsticks first. ”

Yang Xiaoyang nodded, he had just rested for a while, and his energy had recovered slightly, but his body was still a little weak, and he was still shaking with chopsticks in his hand.

Yang Xiaoyang tried his best to take a bite of rice, and felt that it should be impossible for him to pick up the dishes with his hands.

He saw that there was also a spoon on the table, and thought to himself:

Could it be that Fang San knew that I was too tired to hold the chopsticks?

It seems that he has a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

Yang Xiaoyang nodded secretly, and reached for the spoon.

Who would have thought that this move would be seen by Fang San, and he snatched it down, "What are you doing? Can't you use chopsticks when you're such an adult?" I'll just have a spoon at home, use your chopsticks." ”

Yang Xiaoyang was dumbfounded, and felt that he was stupid to go home, how could he think that Fang San would be so kind?

Then Yang Xiaoyang saw Fang San handing the spoon to his wife with a gentle face, and his wife took it with a smile and added food to his bowl with the spoon.

Yang Xiaoyang swallowed his anger and had no choice but to pull the rice into his mouth, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold the food and be ridiculed by Fang San.

But after eating for a long time, I was still a little unconvinced when I looked at the table of dishes, so I gritted my teeth and worked hard to sandwich a green vegetable for myself.

Fortunately, it didn't fall, Yang Xiaoyang looked at the dish in the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief, and shuddered and pulled the vegetable into his mouth.

It's just that as soon as the dish entered his mouth, Yang Xiaoyang's face turned dark.

What kind of craftsmanship is good? It takes a lot of skill to make this dish so unpalatable!

After swallowing the dish, Yang Xiaoyang decided to just grill rice.

After the four of them finished eating, Fang San pulled Yang Xiaoyang out of the house and said that he wanted to tell him a secret.

"Wait a minute, can you explain to me what your wife's craftsmanship is all about?" Yang Xiaoyang asked with a dark face.

Fang San looked Yang Xiaoyang up and down, "What's the matter?"

"That's obviously unpalatable, okay?" Yang Xiaoyang said in a low voice.

"It's unpalatable, but I love it, what can you do with me?"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Also, does your wife not know how to use chopsticks?"

Fang San looked up at the sky, "So what?"

Yang Xiaoyang stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at him, "You are such a mean person, you can bear it, do you usually reprimand her all the time?"

Fang San clapped his hands away and said disdainfully, "I have never scolded my wife in the slightest. ”

Yang Xiaoyang looked at Fang San again, as if he didn't know him.

Fang Sanyi waved his hand, "Don't talk about that, I'll tell you a secret." ”

Fang San paused, and continued with a straight face: "I'm going to do a big deal, although your ability is average, but if you can have the Demon Sword Senior and the Broken Blade Prince, you will have a greater grasp." That's why I'm allowing the four of you to join in. ”

Yang Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, Fang San was really still the same Fang San, "Who is rare to join!"