The old man actually kicked Uncle Zhong into the cold pool, and the latter was not angry, and said with a sneer: "It's hot, it's not bad to take a bath." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Zhong Cannon, you fucking don't pick up Lao Tzu's fishing rod, don't think about coming up!" The old man was obviously angry.

That Uncle Zhong didn't even let out a fart, and plunged directly into the water and dived to the bottom of the pool. Zhang Quyi couldn't help but sweat, and couldn't help but say, "Old man Jiang, there won't be danger like that, right?"

The old man smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, that guy has a hard life and great ability, and he can't die!"

Zhang Quyi didn't dare to agree, the thing that came out of the bottom of the pool just now was obviously not simple, it seemed to be a spiritual attack, even if Uncle Zhong was a master of strength, he might not be able to bargain under the water.

After about a quarter of an hour, Uncle Zhong still did not float up, and the old man finally became a little unstable, pacing back and forth by the pool with his hands behind his back.

"I'm back!" Zhang Quyi said suddenly, he had been paying attention to the depth of ten meters under the water of the pool with his divine sense, and immediately found that Uncle Zhong had swam down from below.

The old man hurriedly turned around to look, and Uncle Zhong jumped out of the pool like an arrow, stumbling to the ground, and the water splashed in all directions. I saw that this thing was still holding a half-truncated fish rod in his hand, and the dignified master was shivering with cold, his lips were blue, and he was very embarrassed.

"What's going on?" the old man frowned, he was very clear about Uncle Zhong's ability, even if this cold pool was indeed very cold, it should not freeze like this.

Uncle Zhong slowed down for a while, and then his complexion slowly returned to normal, opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of cold mist, and scolded: "Grandma, I'm cold to death, there is a dark river under this cold pool, Ge Laozi almost lost his life, but finally got the fishing rod back." ”

The old man couldn't help but scold: "You melon skin, a broken fishing rod fought with your life, and your head was kicked by a donkey?"

"Hey, old ...... The master's order is like a mountain, how can he not work hard?" Uncle Zhong is serious.

Zhang Quyi couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zhong, what is it that bites the fish hook?"

"I didn't see it, it was estimated to be a hundred-year-old silverfish. Uncle Zhong said lightly, this thing is like a grandson in front of the old man, but when he talks to Zhang, he looks like a stinky fart of a master.

Zhang Quyi's heart moved, it seems that that the thing did not attack Uncle Zhong, otherwise it is unknown whether this thing can come back alive.

"Grandma's, it must have been this fish again last year, and it has already destroyed my two fishing rod......s!" The old man was talking, and suddenly the whole person froze, just like a slow-motion shot in a movie, his hands were covering his head little by little, his expression was extremely weird, and his body was still trembling.

"Stroke?" Zhang was slightly stunned.

Uncle Zhong's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly helped the old man to sit down, quickly took out two pills and the old man ate them, and at the same time connected the dots on the back of his head and the back of his neck.

The old man's pain was noticeably relieved, and his tense body relaxed, but he was still shaking, and his mouth was open but he couldn't speak.

Uncle Zhong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and quickly took out a satellite phone from the cloth bag next to him, and hurriedly pulled it out: "Hey, Second Hua, hurry back, the old man's old illness has recurred, and taking medicine doesn't work." ”

Zhang Quyi frowned, walked to the old man next to him and squatted down, Uncle Zhong suddenly glared vigilantly, and shouted in a deep voice: "Boy, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Quyi said angrily: "Don't worry, if I want to be unfavorable to Old Man Jiang, you made a move when you dived into the pool just now, and you still have to wait until now." It just so happens that I know a little bit of medical skills, let me help Mr. Jiang take a look. ”

Uncle Zhong said suspiciously: "Do you really understand medical skills?"

Zhang Quyi didn't bother to take care of him, and reached out to press the top of the old man's head, which was a fatal part of the human body. Uncle Zhong suddenly changed color, pinched Zhang Quyi's veins with his right hand, and his palm was as hot as red-hot ferrochrome, and he shouted in a low voice: "Presumptuous, let go immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Zhang Quyi's sword eyebrows were raised, and his spiritual power flicked Uncle Zhong's hand away, and said lightly: "Although your Chiyang palm is powerful, if you really use it, you may not be able to take advantage of it." ”

Since the last time he chatted with Chen Xuanfeng, Zhang Quyi already had a general understanding of the martial arts schools of the earth, so as soon as Uncle Zhong made a move, he recognized that it was the Chiyang Palm in the Inner Family Fist.

Uncle Zhong sighed and said sharply: "I have long thought that you kid is not simple, I didn't expect your internal strength to be so strong, let's say, what is the purpose of approaching us?"

Zhang Quyi rolled his eyes, if he hadn't seen from his face that this old man Jiang would be quite involved with him in the future, he might have left immediately, saving him from having a hot face and a cold ass.

"Shut up, are you responsible for Old Man Jiang becoming an idiot later?" Zhang Quyi scolded.

Uncle Zhong was suddenly choked with red faces, but he couldn't attack again, although it was only a little short knife just now, but he also understood that this kid's strength was obviously not below him, and he was not half sure that he could repel Zhang Quyi without hurting the old man.

Zhang Quyi was too lazy to bird him again, and his spiritual power slowly entered it, and at the same time released his divine sense to observe the situation in the old man's brain, and when he saw several pieces of metal shrapnel that were connected to the old man's brain cells, he couldn't help but be shocked. It has to be said that it is a miracle that he was able to survive with such a serious brain injury, not to mention that he still lived to such an old age, which also reflects the tenaciousness of the old man's consciousness to the extent of perversion.

Zhang Quyi's spiritual power swam around the old man's brain several times, and the blood vessels squeezed by the metal shrapnel were dredged, the old man's painful expression gradually disappeared, his body stopped trembling, and he closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

Uncle Zhong showed a look of surprise on his face, and his originally tense nerves finally relaxed, and he couldn't see that this kid really had two brushes, and the effect seemed to be better than Hua Er's shot.

After another cup of tea, Zhang Quyi let go of the hand pressed on the top of the old man's head, and the latter opened his eyes energetically, stood up and moved his hands and feet, and said happily: "The young man is not bad, his ability is better than that of Hua Lao Er!"

Zhang Quyi smiled and said: "It's just a temporary relaxation, and it is best to have surgery to completely cure it." ”

The old man smiled noncommittally, the shrapnel in his head was left over from the original anti-Japanese war, and it has existed for more than 50 years, and has been seen by many top brain doctors at home and abroad, and the opinions given are reserved, because the risk of surgery is too great, and the success rate is less than 10%. Keep the shrapnel, and although the pain is excruciating occasionally, at least you can survive.

However, every summer, people will become extremely irritable, headaches are frequent, so the old man will go to Gujiazhai to live for a period of time at this time, every day by the cold pool fishing to cool off, and the whitebait in the pool also has a certain help for his headache.