In the hall, Chen Mo sat at the head of the table, Mr. Jin sat at the bottom with him, and Jin Peiyun sat at the very end, with unconcealable reluctance on his face.

Jin Peiyun felt that Chen Mo was too rude. Grandpa was just being modest, but he was sitting in the main seat carelessly. If someone didn't know better, would they think this was his home?

Jin Zhongrun didn't care too much. Looking at Chen Mo, he felt that this young man was even more unpredictable.

A servant brought tea. Jin Zhongrun raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Master, this is the tea sent by my son from Lingnan. Please taste it!"

Chen Mo didn't even look at it. He used to drink tea with spiritual seeds. The top of a cup of tea was made by those so-called warriors from the Huaxia Kingdom who had practiced hard for a year. Although these ordinary teas were good, he didn't like them at all.

Eye.

"No need, what's the matter with Mr. Jin's invitation?" Chen Mo looked at Jin Zhongrun and asked lightly.

Jin Zhongrun was embarrassed for a while, and Jin Peiyun's chest heaved violently with anger. She had just done Chen Mo a big favor, but Chen Mo was so arrogant. If she hadn't helped Chen Mo, would Chen Mo have even dismissed her Jin family?

However, Jin Zhongrun quickly recovered and said with a slight smile: "Master Chen is quick to talk. If this is the case, then I will no longer be polite."

"I have taken the liberty to invite Master here for two reasons. First, the Master's last talisman cured my wife's chronic illness for many years. I would like to express my special gratitude."

Chen Mo waved his hand rudely to interrupt Jin Zhongrun: "You buy and I sell, each gets what he needs. You don't need to thank me for this. I have already said that we don't owe each other! Let's talk about the second thing!"

Jin Zhongrun frowned slightly, feeling helpless towards Master Chen who was completely unconventional.

I had no choice but to smile awkwardly and continue: "The second thing is that I actually want to ask Master Chen to help me see if I can cure my illness."

Chen Mo smiled slightly and said, "Is this the real reason why you came to me?"

Jin Zhongrun blushed and nodded: "Yes, it made the master laugh."

Chen Mo glanced at Jin Zhongrun indifferently, and suddenly said: "You go out with all your strength now, punch me and let me see."

Jin Zhongrun was stunned and didn't understand what Chen Mo meant.

However, he still did it.

Jin Zhongrun stood up, took a deep breath, and a powerful breath suddenly burst out from him. Jin Zhongrun's old body suddenly became taller and taller.

drink!

Jin Zhongrun exhaled and punched the void. The powerful punch made a "sizzling" sound that pierced the air.

Jin Zhongrun is actually a warrior, and he is also an inner warrior.

"Okay, I understand. Your illness is not a big deal. It can be cured with just one Peiyuan Pill, but it will take some time." Chen Mo said calmly.

Jin Zhongrun was overjoyed after hearing this. This disease has troubled him for decades. Especially recently, the attacks have become more and more frequent. Every time he has an attack, it makes him miserable. If he had not been an inner warrior, he would have been unable to persist.

live.

Jin Zhongrun also searched for famous doctors, including those reclusive traditional Chinese medicine experts, but they were unable to do anything. The Jin family even said that if anyone could relieve Mr. Jin's physical illness, they would be willing to give half of the Jin family's property as a gift.

However, after so many years, no one could cure Jin Zhongrun's illness. In the end, Jin Zhongrun was almost discouraged and resigned to his fate.

Not to mention half of his family fortune, even if Jin Zhongrun was asked to give up all his wealth, he would be willing to do so, because the onset of the disease was really too torturous.

It wasn't until Jin Zhongrun saw that the talisman bought by Jin Peiyun could easily cure his wife's chronic illness that he regained hope. This was why he was so fond of Chen Mo.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted something from Chen Mo, even if Chen Mo was unparalleled in talismans and had extraordinary skills, the Jin family had its own majesty, how could he be so humble to Chen Mo?

Jin Zhongrun was overjoyed, and his old face trembled with excitement: "Master Chen, if you can cure my disease, I will never break your promise, and I am willing to use half of my Jin family's property as a gift!"

However, Jin Peiyun on the side had doubts and hurriedly stopped him: "Grandpa, don't get excited. I have visited famous Chinese and Western doctors for your disease, but there is no way to cure it. He didn't even ask about the condition, just took a look and said it can be cured."

Cured?"

"This is too hasty!" In the last sentence, Jin Peiyun looked at Chen Mo and said it with obvious doubts.

It's no wonder that Jin Peiyun doubted Chen Mo. Just imagine that Jin Zhongrun's disease has troubled the Jin family for decades. Chen Mo didn't ask about the cause or pathology. He just saw Jin Zhongrun punch him and said I can cure your disease. This is the same as Jiang Hu

Liar, what's the difference?

Hearing Jin Peiyun's words, Jin Zhongrun also hesitated slightly. Just now he suddenly heard that there was hope for curing his disease, and he was so excited that he lost his sense of proportion.

However, Jin Zhongrun did not question him, but looked at Chen Mo expectantly, hoping that he could answer his questions.

Chen Mo was not angry when he was questioned. How could the methods of cultivating the immortal world be understood by mortals?

Chen Mo looked at Jin Peiyun and said calmly: "His disease is not actually a disease at all. It is caused by imperfect cultivation methods and stagnation of meridians. If it accumulates over the years, it becomes a disease. In addition, he suffered internal injuries in his early years and has never recovered.

, the injuries were compounded, which led to the current result."

After finishing his words, Jin Zhongrun was already extremely impressed. He participated in the Anti-Japanese War in his early years and was assassinated by several Japanese ninjas. Although he killed all the enemies, he himself also suffered serious internal injuries, and he has not recovered until now.

Moreover, the martial arts training techniques that Jin Zhongrun acquired in his early years did have serious flaws. Although it allowed him to successfully enter the realm of inner realm, it also left a lot of hidden dangers in his body.

Therefore, this is also the reason why he did not teach the cultivation techniques to the descendants of the Jin family. For this reason, several of his sons complained, thinking that he was hiding something for himself.

Jin Zhongrun also told Jin Peiyun about these things, so at this moment, Jin Peiyun also looked at Chen Mo with a shocked face, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Chen Mo ignored the feelings of the two people, paused slightly, and continued: "Every time you practice, from the Shenzhu point to the Tianxi point, do you feel that your qi and blood are not smooth? Every time you get sick, especially these two

Does the place hurt a lot?"

Jin Zhongyun nodded hurriedly, like a child facing the teacher, listening respectfully to the instructions.

Jin Peiyun didn't understand martial arts and was confused by what she heard, but seeing her grandfather's expression, she understood that what Chen Mo said was true.

"This is where the depression lies. Your current illness can be cured by just one Peiyuan Pill, but if you want to cure it, you must give up martial arts practice, otherwise you will get sick again in the future. Are you willing to do so?" Chen Mo looked at Jin Zhongrun and spoke in a calm voice.

.

However, hearing it in Jin Zhongrun's ears was like a bolt from the blue.

Giving up martial arts? Easier said than done!

The status that the Jin family has today is all the result of Jin Zhongrun's hard work. It was all thanks to his incomplete martial arts skills that allowed him to save his life in the hail of bullets. Now asking him to give up martial arts is simply worse than killing him.

Life is still difficult!

However, when he thought of the excruciating torture every time he suffered from an illness, the old general, who never frowned even though bullets penetrated his body, felt terrified.
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