"Xiaofan, did you use internal martial arts yesterday?" Duan Sihai changed the subject.【】

Nie Fan understood that the old man was still worried about the fact that he helped him up yesterday, so he smiled and said: "Senior Duan, I don't know much about internal and external skills. I only practice my own skills and have some brute strength.

, not worth mentioning.”

Duan Sihai's problem was resolved by Nie Fan again, which made him feel as if he had been punched in the cotton, feeling extremely depressed.

"Then you tell me that you are from the Zhu sect. Is that right? I have never heard of anyone from the Zhu sect having their own skills."

Nie Fan smiled calmly, "Senior Duan, how many disciples of the Zhu sect do you know?"

"Well, that's not true."

"Then how do you know that Zhumen doesn't have the skills of his own?"

"This -" Duan Sihai felt that his more than sixty years of life were completely in vain, being stretched by this young man who had not yet grown his stubble.

Seeing the embarrassment on Duan Sihai's face, Nie Fan knew that he had reached his 'temperature', so he said frankly: "'In ancient times, the miraculous doctor used Suga as his mat and cud as his dog. When a person is sick, he seeks medical treatment, but when he faces north, he curses with ten words.

That's it. The ancient Zhu Youke, this is the reason.' In fact, Zhu Youshu is just a branch of Zhu Youshu. However, human society continues to progress, and the understanding of nature is constantly deepening. Zhu Youshu developed from witchcraft.

The medical skills of the past have gradually been abandoned by people, resulting in Zhu You's sect no longer easily appearing in the world, that's all."

Duan Sihai nodded, "Yes, I have studied Chinese medicine for many years, and I know that Chinese medicine evolved from Zhu Youshu. However, Chinese medicine is limited to the four paths, needles, stones and herbs, while Zhu You mostly uses spells and bans to treat diseases.

It’s just gradually becoming unacceptable to the world. I guess what you were reciting before giving Qian’er the acupuncture in the hospital today was the curse, right?”

Nie Fan nodded, "Yes, but this spell is not meant for others to hear."

"Oh? Could it be——"

"You should also have heard that the Zhu disciples have another title, which is called soul doctor. The spell I recited was for Miss Rong's 'soul-producing' fetal light to hear."

Nie Fan's words shocked Duan Sihai. This was beyond his scope of knowledge. Is there really such a thing as a soul? Even if there is, how can people communicate with souls?

"Senior Duan, if you have time, I really hope to discuss some things about Zhu Youshu with you. However, time is tight right now, so you should spend more time looking for someone who can save Miss Rong."

Duan Sihai smiled awkwardly, "I am indeed very curious about Zhu Youshu, but if Xiaofan you don't want to tell me, I will never ask more questions."

"Actually, the reason why the Zhumen has fallen into the current situation is mainly because the sect's concept is too deep and it has been stubborn for a long time. If I have the opportunity to light up the lintel, I will never be too proud of myself."

"Then why, Xiaofan, are you unwilling to diagnose and treat Qian'er?" Duan Sihai finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Nie Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Duan, as I said, I really have something to hide, I hope you can forgive me."

Duan Sihai shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked away silently.

After seeing Duan Sihai leave, Nie Fan sighed slightly. It's not that he didn't want to save Rong Qian'er, on the contrary, he wanted to cure her more than anyone else. Because only she could help him eradicate the innate 'Nine Yang Jue Meridian' in his body.

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Nie Fan has been told by his master since he was a child that he suffers from the rare "Nine Yang Jue Meridian" in the world. When he first suffered from the disease when he was seven years old, his master used his master's treasure to bring him back from the brink of death. At the age of fourteen, Nie Fan

When the disease struck, it was Master who used up half of his energy to save his life. People who suffer from the 'Nine Yang Jue Meridian' don't get sick every seven years. He is about to be 21 years old, and he must do it within one year.

Only by finding a woman with a pure yin constitution can he be cured of his chronic diseases by harmonizing yin and yang. When he was treating her yesterday, he had already discovered that this Rong Qian'er was the one in a million with a 'pure yin body'.

But he can't treat Rong Qian'er yet, he has to find the person who performed the spell first.

Nie Fan returned to the villa arranged for him by the Rong family. As soon as he entered the room and rested for a while, a servant came in and told Lin Fan that the old man of the Rong family invited him to come over. Nie Fan had always been curious about this old man of the Rong family, Rong Shichang.

So he followed the servant to the main house.

As soon as he entered the main house, Nie Fan saw Honor Zong standing in the middle of the main hall with his head lowered, like a child who had made a mistake and was being scolded.

Opposite the Glory Sect, an old man with white hair and beard wearing a Tang suit sat on the Grand Master's chair. His old face was calm and intimidating, and he seemed extremely unhappy.

Seeing Nie Fan come in, the old man stood up and left his seat, hugging Nie Fan and said, "I heard that Qian'er's illness was thanks to my little brother's intervention. I would like to express my gratitude!"

Nie Fan felt helpless. The Rong family really didn't pay much attention to seniority. No matter who they were, they called him little brother...

"The old man's words are serious. This junior is just trying his best when the time comes." Nie Fan responded humbly.

"Lao Duan said you are a disciple of Zhu Clan, but I don't know which branch you are from?"

Nie Fan was slightly surprised. People in the world knew very little about Zhu Clan. Not only did this old man know about it, but he also knew about the two branches of Zhu Clan. It seemed that this old man was more than just a red capitalist.

"Old man, I am a disciple of the Zhu sect of the Southern sect."

The old man's face was straight, "Do you recognize Master Ye from the Southern School Ye Tiansheng?"

Nie Fan thought for a moment and became a little alarmed. He remembered that Rong Qian'er had mentioned that his senior brother Xiaoyun Guanzhu once came to the Rong family as a guest, but even if he was on good terms with the Rong family, he would never tell Rong the master's name.

Shichang.

"I wonder how senior learned the name of his master?"

The old man's face suddenly turned red. He walked up to Nie Fan excitedly, looked up and down for a few times, and suddenly grabbed Nie Fan's veins.

Nie Fan made a mistake and narrowly avoided the old man's grasp. His hands were already behind his back.

"Ghost Step! You are indeed Master Ye's disciple!" The old man suddenly laughed, looking particularly happy.

Nie Fan was even more curious about the old man. This ghost step was a skill created by his master. In this world, only he and his senior brother Xiaoyun Manor Master could use it. How could he recognize it?

"Little brother, are you wondering why I know your master's unique martial arts?"

"Senior, you'd better stop calling me little brother. I really can't bear it."

The old man laughed loudly and said: "I've decided to call you little brother, and you can definitely bear it!"

"Xiao Fan, my father joined the army when he was young and was chased to a dead end by several Japanese soldiers. It was Senior Ye who saved my father's life."

"Is that what you should call me Xiaofan?" The old man's face suddenly dropped, "Although I have never been a disciple of Master Ye, Master Ye also taught me a lot of things and I benefited a lot from them later. Although I am not a master or disciple.

The name also means master and disciple, so it is right for you to call Xiaofan uncle!"

Nie Fan was startled. He had indeed heard his master talk about having a named disciple, but he never expected that he would meet him here.

The Glory Sect seemed a little embarrassed, and Nie Fan quickly smoothed things over and said, "Let's forget it, let's just discuss our own issues!"

"How could that work? If the master hadn't saved me at that time, I would have been killed by the Japanese long ago. Where would the Rong family be today? There is absolutely no room for chaos in this generation!"

"Master...Uncle Master..." Glory Sect quickly called Uncle Master in a polite manner.

Nie Fan was a little dumbfounded, "Old man, since you said that you are not a disciple of the family master, then you are not considered a disciple of the Zhu family, so how can you follow the rules? So it is better to discuss things in their own way, so as not to embarrass everyone."

Rong Shichang then gave up and took Nie Fan into his study, carefully asking about Master Ye's current situation. After Nie Fan answered one by one, Rong Shichang said with emotion: "To be honest with you, my junior brother, I have

I have always wanted to put aside my worldly affairs and practice cultivation with Master, but the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, and there are always all kinds of fetters around me that prevent me from moving."

"Senior brother, are you referring to Qian'er's matter?"

Rong Shichang sighed, "I met some old friends in Kyoto these days, and I hurried back when I heard something happened to Qian'er. I can't think of anyone who would use such insidious means on a child!

"

Nie Fan pondered for a moment and said: "Senior brother, before I went down the mountain, my master told me not to have conflicts with my fellow disciples, but now it concerns the master, and I will never stand idly by. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure it.

Qian'er."

"Hey! Pervert, why are you here? Who let you in?!"

When Rong Qian'er heard that her grandfather was back, she insisted on coming to see him despite the servant's dissuasion. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Nie Fan sitting with her grandfather, while her father was standing next to him. She couldn't help but asked angrily.

stand up.

"Miss Rong, my name is Nie Fan, not a pervert..." Nie Fan smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had eaten other people's tofu twice and was resented.

"Qian'er, don't mess around! In terms of seniority, you should be called Master Xiaofan!" Rong Shichang deliberately shouted in a low voice with a straight face.

"Master? Is it him?" Rong Qian'er stared at Nie Fan.

Nie Fan shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

"Miss Rong, your performance today was pretty good. At least you didn't touch those needles."

Rong Qian'er's face turned red. If her mother hadn't refused to let her take out the needles, how could she have run out to see people with a few needles in her chest?

"Okay Qian'er, tell me where you have been running around these days, and how could you be plotted against me!"

"I-I didn't go anywhere..."

Anyone could tell that Rong Qian'er was lying. Rong Shichang was about to continue questioning, but was stopped by Nie Fan's look.

Nie Fan stared at Rong Qian'er for a long time, then smiled and said: "Miss Rong, if you don't mind, I need to eat and live with you for a few days to prevent you from getting sick at any time."

"Don't even think about it!" Rong Qian'er flatly refused, "I don't want to live with a pervert like you! You took advantage of me twice and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

"Qian'er, please don't mess around. Your young master also has you in mind."

"grandfather--"

"That's it!" Rong Shichang made the decision without explanation and said to Nie Fan: "Junior brother, I still have several properties in Zhongnan City. Tomorrow I will ask Yaozong to send you and Qian'er to live there.
Chapter completed!