Sweeping the heavens at the beginning

Yang Wenxin bought some snacks in that supermarket, and when he came back, he just glanced at the children.

All of a sudden, these children surrounded Yang Wenxin like bees seeing honey.

Seeing this, Mo Junchi was furious:

"Don't eat his food, you will be abducted if you eat it!"

"Brother Mo, it's impossible to blame us for being able to come with sister Meimei!"

A child said with a smile.

"Traitor traitor!"

Mo Junchi cursed loudly, but there was nothing he could do.

Soon, each child received enough snacks and started running around with a smile on his face.

"These kids seem to have some kung fu skills!"

Looking at the appearance of these children, Yang Wenxin asked Jiao Meimei with a smile.

Jiao Meimei smiled slightly:
"The headmaster is afraid that these children will be bullied in the society, so they let them do exercises every day, but others think it's just ordinary aerobics!"

Yang Wenxin said that he became more interested in the head of Qin Sui Sect.

Martial arts sects are difficult to mix with now. In order to pass on the torch, the head of the sect unexpectedly came up with such a method. It has to be said that he is a talent.

You must know that the children in these orphanages grew up from the orphanage. In this environment, they will definitely have a good impression of the orphanage.

These, in disguise, belong to the disciples who are loyal to the sect, and when they leave the orphanage, they will also go down the mountain to practice.

If one of these children can be successful, the orphanage or the sect will receive a lot of funds accordingly to continue to support this model.

This is equivalent to converting a traditional school into a new type of school!
"Meimei, you brought Master Mo here again?"

Just when Yang Wenxin was feeling emotional, a dry old man walked out of the director's room of the orphanage with his hands behind his back, "Huh? Another new friend came!"

"Boy Yang Wenxin, I have met my senior!"

Yang Wenxin immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Yo, I really didn't see it, he's a Lianjiazi, little brother, what school and sect do you come from?"

The old man saw Yang Wenxin's kung fu at a glance.

"No sect, no sect!"

Yang Wenxin replied honestly.

"I, Zhao Tianhong, can't believe that there is such a profound kung fu with no family or sect!"

The old man walked in with a smile, and indeed he didn't ask Yang Wen about the new sect, but said with a smile, "What are you doing here, old man?"

"That's right, Grandpa Zhao, this is a genius doctor, I'll bring him here to treat you!" Jiao Meimei immediately explained.

"Hahaha, my illness is caused by exercises. For thousands of years, only Mr. Hua Tuo has given a cure method. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, that method has long since disappeared!"

Zhao Tianhong laughed, "Also, Meimei, that thousand-year-old ginseng is useless, so don't think about finding it for me, it's a waste!"

After Zhao Tianhong finished speaking, he yawned, and then said helplessly: "I'm tired again just after waking up, Meimei, take good care of your friends, I'll go to sleep later!"

"Senior, if you want to speed up your condition, go to sleep!"

Unexpectedly, just as Zhao Tianhong took a few steps, Yang Wenxin's voice sounded from behind him.

Mo Junchi immediately gave Yang Wenxin a blank look: "The old man is not in good health, what can he do if he sleeps?"

Mo Junchi has never believed in Yang Wenxin's medical skills. He didn't know how to cure Mr. Mo before, which made the relationship between his grandfather and grandson rigid.

Now that this incident has happened, it is natural to take the lead in speaking for Zhao Tianhong.

Zhao Tianhong was neither angry nor annoyed, but said to Yang Wenxin, "How do you say that?"

"The reason why your body is so sleepy is because your exercises erode your kidneys again. If you sleep, your internal strength will be eroded even more unscrupulously until you completely fall ill!"

Zhao Tianhong was taken aback: "What else do you know?"

"I also know that you can't bear the sleepiness. Although you don't want to sleep, you have to sleep!"

"Good boy, you do have some skills!"

Zhao Tianhong laughed and walked up to Yang Wenxin, "But do you have a solution?"

Zhao Tianhong naturally knew what was going on with his physical condition, and all the disadvantages of the master's technique of the Qin Sui Sect were passed down from generation to generation, so he naturally understood.

However, the ancestors of Qin Suimen have tried to change the status quo for generations, but there is no other way except that one ancestor obtained the method from Mr. Hua Tuo back then.

However, it is a pity that after that, their Chinese voice failed. Although the exercises were passed down, the independent solution was broken.

"It's possible, but I hope the old man will cooperate!"

"Can you cure it?"

Zhao Tianhong frowned and looked at Yang Wenxin, so young, can he solve the thousand-year-old difficulty of Qin Suimen?
"Hmph, he can be a fart!"

Mo Junchi looked gloomy at the side.

However, Yang Wenxin automatically skipped it: "If the old man doesn't believe it, he can find someone else!"

After speaking, Yang Wenxin turned around and planned to leave.

Of course I know whether I have the ability, but if others don't believe me, there is no point in continuing to spend with him.

"Hehe, this kid is afraid of being exposed, so scared!" Mo Junchi laughed.

Suddenly, Yang Wenxin turned his head and threw a silver needle away.

Mo Junchi panicked for a moment, and immediately wanted to hide, but he found that the silver needle was finally inserted into Zhao Tianhong's abdomen!

"Yang Wenxin, the old man has a health problem, don't you know?"

Mo Junchi immediately cursed, "If you damage the old man's body, will you be responsible?"

Yang Wenxin gave Mo Junchi a white look, and then said to Zhao Tianhong who was beside him, "Master, do I have the capital to treat you now?"

Zhao Tianhong was taken aback, and looked down at the silver needle in his abdomen, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes, and then nodded repeatedly.

"Old man, you are..."

Mo Junchi asked hurriedly.

"Master Mo, find a place to rest first, and let Doctor Yang treat me!"

Zhao Tianhong said with a smile, and then said to Yang Wenxin, "Genius doctor, come to my room!"

Yang Wenxin nodded lightly.

"No, old man, you can't trust him!"

Mo Junchi's face flushed instantly, and he looked at Zhao Tianhong's back in disbelief.

However, Zhao Tianhong, who is usually kind to others, ignored him this time and just walked towards the room on his own.

"Master Mo, it's a donkey or a horse that comes out for a walk. Only I can cure this disease, so the old man will naturally believe me!"

Yang Wenxin said something to Mo Junchi, patted him on the shoulder, and entered the door on his own.

Mo Junchi looked at Yang Wenxin's back, and then looked at Jiao Meimei who was beside him. He just let out a long sigh and looked helpless.

Why do everyone believe in Yang Wenxin, but they just don't want to believe him!
Mo Junchi couldn't understand...