In the afternoon, the sun is high in the sky and it is the hottest time of the day.
A luxurious car slowly drove into a magnificent manor and finally stopped in front of a small building.
The small building is a typical European-style building and looks like a small castle.
A servant had already stepped forward and opened the rear door of the car. Old Master Xiao stepped out with a solemn expression on his face. Then, ignoring the servant's greetings, he walked to the other side of the car and opened the rear door himself.
"Mr. Chen, this is where I live." Old Master Xiao looked respectful and a little excited.
For many years, I have been tortured by the injuries in my body every day. Even though I have sought out many famous doctors, no one can cure me. Today, I finally invited Mr. Chen, who has superb medical skills, to my residence to treat my injuries.
Especially when he heard Su Ba say at the dinner that the plague had been quickly suppressed in the past few days, and it was actually thanks to Chen Feng's prescription, this made Grandpa Su's expectations of Chen Feng even higher.
Chen Feng got out of the car, looked around, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that in the big city of HZ, there is such a paradise. It seems that Mr. Su's status in HZ is not low.
Mr. Su blushed at what Chen Feng said: "Mr. Chen, you are joking. I just did a little business." As he said that, Mr. Su made a gesture to invite him: "Mr. Chen, please go in and have some tea first."
Chen Feng nodded and walked ahead.
The servant who was waiting almost bit off his tongue when he saw this. This was incredible. He had worked in this manor for more than ten years, and this was the first time he saw the high and mighty Mr. Su treat others so respectfully.
Walking into the house, it was not as magnificent as imagined. The decoration of the whole house gave Chen Feng a feeling of being extremely plain but not ordinary, simple but not simplistic. Chen Feng, who was in it, felt that as the furniture in the room was arranged, there was actually a shadow of a formation, and a breath of atmosphere blew in his face.
"Mr. Xiao is so romantic." Chen Feng praised sincerely. The arrangement of the furniture alone is not something that an ordinary person can design.
A hint of pride flashed across Mr. Xiao's brows, and he said, "To be honest, this house was completely designed and decorated according to my granddaughter."
Chen Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Oh? I didn't expect that Mr. Xiao's granddaughter actually has such a talent. I must have a good exchange with her when I have time."
Such an arrangement already contains the method of formation, which is definitely not something that an ordinary person in the secular world can design. Chen Feng was full of curiosity about the granddaughter of Mr. Xiao.
Chen Feng's words sounded strange to Old Man Xiao. He looked at Chen Feng in an ambiguous way, chuckled and said, "Well, it's good for you young people to communicate more. Xiao Lin should be at home, why don't I ask someone to call her down? With Mr. Chen's character, I'm not worried about him."
"Uh, Mr. Xiao misunderstood." Chen Feng hurriedly explained: "I'm just a little curious about Miss Xiao's design level."
However, Mr. Xiao gave him a knowing smile: "I understand, haha, I understand."
Chen Feng had no choice but to quickly change the subject: "Mr. Xiao, I will diagnose you now. I wonder if there is a quiet place."
Hearing Chen Feng's words, Mr. Xiao's face was also full of solemnity. Whether his injuries that had lasted for many years could be cured depended entirely on today. If he couldn't be cured, with his own skills, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress the injury for long.
"Then please follow me to the study, Mr. Chen." Old Master Xiao said, suppressing his confused emotions.
"Okay." Chen Feng followed Mr. Xiao up the stairs.
"Woo--" At this moment, a long flute sound came, which shocked people's hearts.
"Hmm? This flute sound?" Chen Feng couldn't help but wonder, a strange feeling grew in his heart: "Why does this flute sound so familiar?"
As if sensing Chen Feng's confusion, Old Man Xiao smiled and explained, "Excuse me, sir. This is my granddaughter playing the flute. When my granddaughter was a child, she got a bamboo flute from somewhere and she likes to play it randomly all day long."
Chen Feng nodded: "I see, but Miss Xiao's flute sound has a special quality, and it has an indescribable beauty."
While chatting and laughing, the two came to Mr. Xiao's study. Mr. Xiao usually works here, and generally speaking, no one will take the initiative to disturb him.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Old Master Xiao sat cross-legged on the carpet with great anticipation.
Chen Feng nodded, grabbed Mr. Xiao's left hand, and instantly put his fingers on his pulse.
A strand of true energy followed Mr. Xiao's beating pulse and flowed into his body.
Instantly, a scene appeared in Chen Feng's mind. This was the scene inside Mr. Xiao's body.
This situation is called inner vision, and any warrior who has condensed his true qi can do this. However, observing the situation inside another person's body is not something that ordinary people can do, and it requires very strong true qi support.
Chen Feng frowned as he watched the situation inside Mr. Xiao's body. He saw an extremely sinister force lingering in Mr. Xiao's heart, constantly devouring Mr. Xiao's vitality.
"Sir, is there any solution?" Seeing Chen Feng's expression, Mr. Xiao asked solemnly.
Without answering him directly, Chen Feng asked seriously: "Mr. Xiao, please answer me honestly, where did you get this injury?"
Seeing Chen Feng so serious, Mr. Xiao told him everything: "Five years ago, I went to the Sun Country branch to inspect it. It happened that the branch was competing with a local powerful company for the market. The people of the Sun Country were shameless and actually sent some people to steal our company's information. I happened to run into them and started a big fight with them. Finally, a black-clothed ninja suddenly appeared and hit me in the chest."
Old Master Xiao seemed to hate this memory very much, and he couldn't stop the anger in his words: "It's hateful. I am at the sixth level of true qi, but I am vulnerable in front of this black-clothed ninja. However, they didn't kill me, they just quickly snatched the information and disappeared."
"After I came back, I felt something strange in my body. The evil energy in my chest often erupted, making it difficult for my blood to flow. If I hadn't used my true energy to suppress it over the years, I would have died long ago." Old Master Xiao explained very carefully. After that, he asked again: "Sir, is my injury incurable?"
Chen Feng suddenly smiled: "You were hit by a kind of evil Kung Fu that has long been lost, called Heart-Eating Force. It is incurable for others, but for me, it is a piece of cake."
This Heart-Eating Power is an extremely vicious skill. A person who is hit by it is like having a seed planted in his heart. This seed will gradually absorb the host's energy until it is sucked dry by the host. The most vicious thing is that this seed will not dissipate after the host dies, but will automatically return to the person who casts the spell and strengthen the person's cultivation.
Thousands of years ago, there was such a force in the world of cultivation that was evil, and was later wiped out by several major sects in the world of cultivation. Unexpectedly, there were still remnants that escaped and passed down in the Sun Country.
"Take off your shirt. Remember, it will be very painful in a while. Just endure it and it will be fine." Chen Feng's eyes flashed, and he shouted decisively. Suddenly, a long needle made entirely of true energy appeared in his hand.
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