Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Shang Heyin covered the phone and shouted in a low voice: "... Cong Youyan, you idiot! I'm checking my lines!"

But regardless of your words, the hardest thing to say has already begun, and the shameless sweet words will flow out without money.

Cong Yuyan held his chest and said with emotion: "Yin'er, I missed you during the two and a half hours that just disappeared! During the few minutes that passed just now, I missed you and missed you! The few seconds that passed just now Li, I miss you miss you miss you! Do you miss me!?"

Shang Heyin held back his teeth and said firmly, "No!"

Cong Youyan said disappointedly: "Ah! Yin'er, you are so ruthless, so ruthless! I am so sad, so sad!"

Shang Heyin helped his forehead helplessly: "Say something quickly, don't delay my work!"

Cong Youyan blinked his eyes and made a gesture of joy: "Yin'er, I'm so excited, so excited, so happy, so happy, I can't wait to fly over to play first base with you?"

With a "snap", Shang Heyin hurriedly hung up the phone, feeling guilty, his face flushed red, and he cursed secretly --- Cong Youyan, you idiot!What not to learn, but to learn lines from the poor grandma in ancient romance dramas, it's really disgusting!

Cong Yuyan performed affectionately for a long time, only waiting for the busy signal on the other end of the phone, but had no choice but to hang up the phone reluctantly.He stroked his chin, recalled the conversation just now, and smiled triumphantly: "Yin'er, you must be shy."

At the side gate of the garden, Old Wu, who was poking his head to listen to the corner, retracted his head silently, and laughed with Xiong: "The master is too young, and it is clumsy to chase a wife."

Xiong Da didn't laugh along with him. He touched his neck uncomfortably and looked up at the weather: "Is the rainy season coming? Why is the air pressure so low?"

Old Wu was puzzled: "Isn't it the rainy season in June and July? Besides, the radio station didn't say that the rainy season is coming earlier."

Xiong Da twisted his neck and waved his hands: "I'm not feeling well, let's go to the house to rest. I've already fed the lion and tiger, you can say hello to the master."

Old Wu looked at Xiong Da worriedly, and supported his arm: "Are you all right? Do you want me to ask the master for a pill to give you one?"

Xiong Da's breathing was fast and slow, and he shuffled towards the house, nodded: "Alright, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, it's okay. We are all colleagues, and we should help each other."

Old Wu helped Xiong Da into the bed in the guest room on the first floor, turned around and went to find Cong Youyan.

Xiong Da gasped, touched his neck, and smiled wryly: "Is it coming? I don't want to die yet. But who made me a defective product?"

Touching the round mole with the fingertips, the originally smooth protrusions became lumpy at some point, and thin and dusty warts popped out one by one, and soon covered the surface of the round mole, and the round mole The only entrance to the mole was blocked.

Breathing dragged on for longer and longer, and the lungs became clumsy and slow. Xiong Da's vision began to blur, and he lost the support of oxygen. His fingers lost consciousness and fell powerlessly on the side of the pillow, tears slipping down uncontrollably .

Old Wu led Cong Youyan into the house, and said as he walked: "Old bear, the master is here to see you. The master is so kind. As soon as I opened my mouth, the master said to come to see you, and also said that some medicines are You can't eat blindly, you are so blessed..."

Xiong Da lay on the bed calmly, without any response.

At the end of Lao Wu's last sentence, the "ah" that represents the modal particle cannot be said.He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and hurried over, stretching out his hand to test Xiong Da's breath.

Within a few seconds, Old Wu stiffly withdrew his fingers, looked at Cong Youyan with a pale face, his upper and lower teeth trembling: "Master~ren~"

"Step aside!"

Old Wu hurriedly backed away.

Cong Youyan stretched out his fingers and pressed the back of Xiong Da's neck a few times, the fingertips were still warm, but the carotid artery did not show any signs of pulsation.

Soon, he discovered the abnormality on the bear's big neck. The originally smooth and smooth mole was covered with needlepoint-sized warts, which looked like some kind of parasitic marine sheath.

It's a little tricky!Cong Youyan frowned: "Bring the spirits, silver needle bag and talisman paper here!"

Old Wu agreed, and hurriedly went to the storage room next door to get shochu and other things.

Cong Youyan took a sip of the spirits, "Poof!" Sprayed on Xiong Da's face, then pinched a silver needle, aimed at the mole on Xiong Da's neck, and pricked it directly.

Three strands of black air wrapped around Xiong Da's head, and one of them was immediately removed.

A moan rolled out of Xiong Da's throat.

Old Wu was overjoyed and called repeatedly: "Old Xiong, Old Xiong, are you still alive?"

Cong Youyan twirled the silver needle, drilled it into the round hole of the mole, turned his head and ordered: "Set the pens and paper and cinnabar!"

Old Wu agreed, and hurriedly arranged the pen and paper.

With force from Youyan's palm, he flicked his index finger vigorously, and the silver needle stabbed firmly into the depth of the round hole.

He also dipped his finger in cinnabar, drew a spell on Xiong Da's face in the shape of a dragon and a tiger's tail, lit a stick of incense, and inserted it directly into Xiong Da's mouth.

Everything was ready, from You Yan made strange gestures with both hands, followed the talisman on Xiong Da's face, and tapped the acupoints step by step, and ordered Old Wu to smoke the wormwood for a while without touching a single place.

What I have seen in the past is Cong Youyan's use of poison to control villains, and this is the first time Lao Wu has seen Cong Youyan use both medical and moral skills to treat patients.

Old Wu held the wormwood box and stood aside, reluctant to blink, deeply impressed by the master's skill. 'The master is really powerful, much more powerful than those Longhushan celestial masters who pretend to be gods and play ghosts. '

The acupoints were slightly pink after being smoked, and the silver needle was picked up from Youyan and inserted again, and the powder was sprinkled on the needle while twisting it.

"Smoked wormwood!" Cong Youyan yelled again.

A little distracted, Old Wu hurriedly returned to his soul, and put the wormwood box on top of the silver needle to bake.

The fragrance of wormwood gradually permeated the surface of the skin, the acupoints all over Xiong Da's body faintly leaked transparent mucus, and the silver needles on the neck were vibrating tremblingly.

Youyan pressed the silver needle with his left thumb, drew a circle around the round mole with his right hand dipped in cinnabar, and tapped his index finger in the circle. Not long after, a group of yin and yang Pisces trapped the mole. Shaking the struggling silver needle.

Seeing that the talisman array was still taking shape, from Youyan's middle finger bent in the palm of the palm, inner strength quietly emanated from the dantian, followed by the index finger and flicked into the long needle, constantly removing the coldness coming from the hole of the round mole.

From the tip of Yuyan's nose from red to white, a layer of hot sweat came out, and the hairs were rosy. At this critical moment, he didn't even care to wipe it. Lift up slowly.

Cong Yuyan moved his fingertips cautiously, and when the gleaming silver needle was pulled out of the round mole, he shouted: "Old Wu, pill! Gu worm!"

Old Wu hurriedly brought the sapphire vat, took out a few fat worms from Yuyan, looked at them for a few times, then pinched the worms' tails cruelly, provoking the barbs on the tails, and piercing them directly into the round moles.

Frowning, he put the corpse back on the table, chewed up the pills and herbs from Youyan and put them in the palm of his hand, smeared it all over the bear's neck, and shouted: "Gauze!"

Old Wu handed over the gauze again.

Cong Youyan wrapped Xiong Da's neck while telling Old Wu: "Xunai, circle around this neck, don't stop."

Old Wu nodded in agreement, picked up the wormwood box and kept smoking Xiong Da.

In just half a cup of tea, Xiong Da's face turned from gray to pink, the mucus was continuously dried up by the heat, and the sweat broke out again. Old Wu thoughtfully helped Xiong Da wipe it off.

After another ten minutes, Xiong Da groaned in his throat, blinked his eyelashes, and opened his eyes.

"Master, master, the old bear is awake!" Old Wu jumped three feet high, happier than he drank the whole bottle of Wuliangye, pointing at the bear and yelling: "You are alive, you are alive!"

Xiong Da rolled his cloudy eyes, fixed them directly on Cong Youyan's face, wriggled his chapped lips, trying to speak.

Cong Youyan waved his hands, and sat on the ground in a very unimpressive manner, "Okay, Xiong Da, let's not come here. You just woke up, lie down and rest first. Old Wu, fetch me a bottle of mineral water , I'm exhausted."

The crisis was over, Cong Yuyan was so exhausted that he collapsed, and when he saw the sapphire vat out of the corner of his eye, his tear glands suddenly became hot, and sadness came from it.

He held the sapphire vat tremblingly, refused to let go, and cried heartbroken: "Little Fatty, my father's sweetheart, I wanted to betrothed to Xiaopang as a wife when you grew up, but I didn't expect it!" , I didn’t expect that today, in order to save people, you would give up your small self and take care of your big self. Dad’s heart is so painful and uncomfortable! I~ my~ small~ small~ fat~!"

Xiong Da's head hurt from hearing this, and his nerves twitched.

Old Wu brought water in, and when he heard Cong Youyan's cry, he nodded deeply, turned around to look at Xiong Da, sighed, and said, "Old Xiong, these little bugs really saved your life. In the future, you will really Be good to the master, and be good to the bugs."

Xiong Da blinked his eyelids, making it clear.

Old Wu bent down with his hands down, and thoughtfully suggested: "Master, let's give the bugs extra food tonight, they are frightened, maybe they will lose weight."

Cong Yuyan wiped away tears and nodded: "Old Wu, you are more careful." He drank a few sips of water, and then he recovered, pointing at Xiong Da, and said harshly: "Now you owe me 100 million again, you Do you know? What are you going to give me money for?"

Xiong Dayang raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something.

"Do you want to pay in installments?" Cong Youyan rubbed his chin: "It's not impossible! The down payment must be 50, and the rest of the payment will be paid in five months."

Xiong Da became excited, scratching the quilt with his fingers.

Cong Youyan waved his hand: "Don't be wordy, it's settled like this."

Xiong Da was so anxious that his eyes rolled around, he looked at Lao Wu, then at Cong Youyan, and looked back and forth several times.

Old Wu was very clever, and whispered to Cong Youyan, "Master, I think Old Xiong has something to whisper and wants to tell you alone, not to blame you."

"Is that so?" From Yuyan pinching Xiong Da's mouth, looking left and right, he asked in doubt, "What's the matter with you, you can't speak because you were frightened? Wait, there seems to be fluid in your throat ~"

He took out a few silver needles casually, and with a shake of Cong Youyan's hand, "swipe, brush, brush" quickly stuck them in Tongli, Lingdao, Yamen, and Fengchi points, rubbed and pressed them again, and injected a few traces of yang energy.

Xiong Da suddenly felt a boulder rolling down his ear canal, like thunder, one after another, along the cartilage, hitting Yingxiang acupoint.He was stimulated by the sour force to cough, and the mucous membrane in his throat became sticky and bitter, which made him unbearable.

"Ouch!" Xiong Da lay on the edge of the bed, bent over and vomited a mouthful of black blood.