Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

"No, there is a problem!"

Lin Fan frowned slightly.

Because although the other party's aura reached the ninth level of foundation building, he felt a strong death aura from the other party's aura...

Seeing Lin Fan stop and look towards the small courtyard, the Zhong family members around them also stopped and looked surprised.

Chu Tiange, who was beside Lin Fan, couldn't wait to speak: "This small courtyard is my great-grandfather's residence outside my home."

Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Is this the old man from the Zhong family?

Just as I was thinking this, I saw a slight commotion in the small courtyard, and then the sound of rapid footsteps mixed with a panicked voice: "It's not good, the old lady... the old lady is dying."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Zhong family, who was originally surprised by Lin Fan's sudden stop, panicked.

The old man is dying?

At that moment, everyone didn't even care about Lin Fan and rushed towards the inconspicuous courtyard in a panic.

Seeing this scene, Lin Fan thought for a while and walked towards the small courtyard.

But as soon as he stepped across the threshold of the small courtyard, he heard muffled crying coming from the courtyard.

At the same time, his eyes also caught sight of the old man of the Zhong family who was surrounded by everyone in the Zhong family.

It was a gray-haired old man, with a haggard appearance, and his vitality and blood were declining. Although he still had a breath of life, his face was filled with the air of death, and it was obvious that he didn't have much time left.

However, Lin Fan's eyes were quickly attracted by the bed under the old man and the animal skin on his body.

The bed exudes ancient meaning and is clearly from a long time ago, but what is surprising is that the wooden bed board exudes rich vitality, and even faint branches and buds are sprouting, and they are green.

And the animal skin covering the body has beautiful markings and is definitely not the common beast skin on earth.

And this cortex shimmers with rays of light under his soul, and the power of rules is looming.

Whether it's that bed or this animal skin, they are both treasures, no worse than those in the secret vault.

It was also because of the existence of these two things that the old man of the Zhong family could breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the old man on the bed opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at the people around the bed, and said in a weak voice: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying here."

As he spoke, he took a breath and said tremblingly: "Everyone is destined to die. I can live for a hundred years. Compared with my fellow disciples and brothers, I have made a profit."

"Unfortunately……"

The old man paused for a moment, then looked at his son, who was also gray-haired, with a hint of sadness on his face: "Is there still no whereabouts of what I asked you to do?"

The old head of the Zhong family's eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs: "Dad, if you keep at it, I promise you will find out your whereabouts soon."

"You have been saying this for several years." Mr. Zhong closed his eyes and his face turned into relief. "So what if I find him? I'm afraid my little junior brother has already gone with his group of senior brothers." , I can only find a handful of loess."

"Oh...it's time for me to go."

Seeing this scene, Chu Tiange on the side also had red eyes, his voice was choked, but he tried to be relaxed: "Grandpa, I want to hear more about your glorious past, please don't leave."

"Idiot." The old man of the Zhong family was obviously very close to Chu Tiange. He raised his skinny hand with difficulty and wanted to touch Chu Tiange's head.

Chu Tiange obediently put his head under his hand, with tears in his eyes.

Lin Fan couldn't stand this scene anymore.

I couldn't help but interjected: "Maybe I can show it to the old man."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, everyone in the Zhong family was still a little confused, but Chu Tiange was the first to come to his senses. He almost jumped up and grabbed Lin Fan, his eyes full of hope: "Yes, You are a doctor and a top student at Mingzhu University School of Medicine, so you must have a solution, right?"

It was the first time that Lin Fan saw Chu Tiange acting so rude.

In his impression, this guy was a bit talkative and a cheat. Regardless of his status as the president of the Pearl Martial Arts Association, he was more like a carefree second-generation young man.

At this moment, his eyes were red and he was panicking.

Lin Fan nodded with relief, and then took out a pair of golden needles from the space ring, and his whole aura changed accordingly.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Zhong family also had hope in their eyes, and they dispersed nervously, not daring to disturb them.

Lin Fan twisted a golden needle in his hand and flicked it with his finger. The golden needle buzzed and landed accurately on the Tanzhong point on the old man's chest.

In Lin Fan's hand, the second needle had already popped out.

His movements were smooth and smooth, and even everyone in the Zhong family who didn't know medical skills could tell that he had real skills.

What Lin Fan performed was the lost acupuncture skill, the Eighteen Moves of Immortal Travel.

Use Qi to move needles, revive souls and take lives.

Sure enough, as the golden needle probed the acupuncture point, the face of the dying old man Zhong turned slightly rosy.

This made everyone in the Zhong family overjoyed, but Lin Fan's expression was extremely solemn.

Through the acupuncture just now, he could clearly feel that the old man was in extremely bad condition.

At this moment, it looks more like a flashback.

Lin Fan frowned and thought about a better treatment plan.

This scene fell into the eyes of the old man of the Zhong family, who just smiled openly: "Young man, there is no need to be embarrassed. Old man, I know my situation very well, and medicine and stone cannot cure it."

"The King of Hell wants me to leave at the third watch, but he won't keep me until the fifth watch."

As Mr. Zhong spoke, his eyes fell on the trembling golden needles on his chest, but there was a trace of warmth in his eyes: "Before I die, I can see this acupuncture technique, and I will die with peace of mind."

"I think back then, my junior brother was most fond of acupuncture, medicine and stone. His biggest dream was to hang a pot to save the world."

"I still remember that when I left the Taoist temple, I promised my junior brother that when I went back, I would definitely bring him a set of the best golden needles in the world."

"Pity……"

Mr. Zhong sighed.

Everyone in the Zhong family couldn't bear it, and the old head of the Zhong family promised: "Dad, give me some more time, and I will definitely find my uncle."

Everyone in the Zhong family looked sad.

He didn't notice anything strange about Lin Fan.

At this moment, Lin Fan's body was slightly stiff, and his expression was filled with astonishment: "The old master still has a younger junior brother alive?"

Chu Tiange wiped his eyes: "When my grandfather went down the mountain to kill the bandits, he left behind the Taoist temple's youngest junior disciple to serve the Taoist Taoist Master Sanqing and continue the Taoist temple's incense."

"It's a pity that after the foreign invaders were expelled, my great-grandfather returned to the mountain, only to find that the mountain gate was in ruins and the young grandfather had disappeared..."

Lin Fan could no longer hear Chu Tiange's words at this time.

At that time, my whole mind was a little blank.

This...there can't be such a coincidence in the world, right?

The biggest regret of the old man's life is that because he was the youngest, he could not accompany his senior brothers down the mountain to kill the bandits...

Lin Fan's eyes fell on the old man of the Zhong family, and he said eagerly: "Old man, you... how many brothers did you come down from the mountain?"

When Mr. Zhong heard Lin Fan's words, he showed a nostalgic look on his face again, as if he had returned to those glorious years: "Back then, 30 of our brothers went down to join the army and killed a total of 350 and [-] enemies. I once beheaded an enemy army-level general..."

Mr. Zhong still wanted to recall the glorious past, but was interrupted by Lin Fan eagerly: "What was the name of the Taoist temple where you once practiced? What is your ranking among the brothers and sisters?"

At this time, everyone in the Zhong family finally noticed something strange about Lin Fan.

Although Mr. Zhong is dying and over a hundred years old, his past memories seem to be integrated into his soul, with almost no lag: "The Taoist temple where Pindao once practiced is called Zhenyi Temple, and Pindao ranks fifteen!"

Lin Fan's eyes widened, unable to conceal his excitement.

The next moment, under the astonished gazes of everyone in the Zhong family, Lin Fan adjusted his clothes, and then bowed to the old man of the Zhong family: "Lin Fan, a lay disciple of the No. 30 generation of Zhenyi Guan, pays homage to Master Xuanchengzi."