An Xin closed the inn door.
After a while, various complex sounds came from outside.
There was the sound of a bunch of old men arguing, but this group of people obviously didn't have much ink in their stomachs, and they kept saying a few words of greetings to each other's ancestors in Zu'an language back and forth. I can't understand An Xin. These people obviously have the same ancestor. Isn't scolding the other's ancestor the same as scolding one's own ancestor?
Of course, this series of sounds didn't last long, and soon there was the sound of fighting. It should be said that the fight between these weak chickens was quite interesting, and they even added special effects to their mouths.
As time passed, the sound of fighting did not become more intense as An An thought, but fell into silence.
An Xin was confused, felt the situation outside, and frowned slightly. Feeling bad, he quickly opened the door of the inn.
I saw a middle-aged man checking the pulse of a young man with one hand and a stack of banknotes in the other.
The middle-aged man's hair was meticulously combed and tied up with a blue ribbon. The beard is dotted in a figure-eight shape under the strong nose.
If you don't look carefully at the treachery in the middle-aged man's smile. You will definitely think that this person is a kind-hearted uncle next door.
At this time, the middle-aged man checked the young man's pulse and just touched a few acupuncture points on the young man's body at will. The young man's originally pale complexion turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The young man was also a down-to-earth person. After feeling his physical condition, he respectfully took out a 50-tael silver note from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged man in front of him.
The middle-aged man just nodded slightly and was about to take the banknote.
It was isolated by an internal force.
The banknote was also pulled away from the young man's hand by an inexplicable suction force.
The middle-aged man was stunned, then turned his head and saw An Xin staring at him with gritted teeth.
The middle-aged man was not annoyed and patted the young man in front of him, indicating that he could leave.
The young man was also a smart man. He had already learned the identity of Mr. An from the Indian Medical Fairy, and also knew that he could not participate in this matter, so he called a few people and took a few young people who had not yet been treated to leave the scene quickly.
As soon as these young people left, the atmosphere became awkward.
An Xin looked at the middle-aged man with an angry expression, while the middle-aged man looked at An Xin with a smile.
If An Xin hadn't still cared about the little relationship between father and son at this moment, he would probably have had to press the middle-aged man on the head and beat him hard while asking him why he wanted to ruin his plan to make a fortune.
While the two were confronting each other, Yin Yu trotted up to the middle-aged man and said:
"Master, why are you here? Are you here to see your disciple?"
"No, what's so good about you? Your medical skills are so poor, and you can't make much money, but you still have the nerve to treat others under the name of my Miracle Medical Pavilion. I came to see my son."
When the middle-aged man heard Yin Yu's words, he rolled his eyes and Yin Yu said.
Yinyu...
"Everyone get in here."
Just as Yin Yu was about to refute his master's evaluation of him, he heard the angry voice coming from An Xin.
"Okay."
When the middle-aged man heard An Xin's words, he quickly put the banknotes in his arms into his arms, trotted to An Xin's side, and looked at An Xin carefully.
While looking at it, he pinched An Xin's shoulders and said:
"Son, I haven't seen your father for fifteen years. Have you missed me? And why are you still so thin? Is the food in Dongdao not good?"
An Anxin doesn’t want to deal with this mobile massage machine at all. He just sat silently at the table and made himself tea for a while. The mobile massage machine wasn't angry at all, it just silently followed An Xin's movements, while moving, An Xin silently pressed her shoulders.
Yin Yu was stunned, looking at the father and son who didn't know who was the father and who was the son, he was stunned. It took him a while to react, and he trotted up behind the middle-aged man, lowering his head and saying nothing.
When An Xin saw Yin Yu returning to the inn, he used his inner strength to close the door. He opened his mouth and said:
"sit."
When the middle-aged man heard An Xin's words, he immediately sat down to the left of An Xin.
When Yin Yu saw his master like this, he shook his head and sat helplessly opposite An Xin.
"Dad, why did you come to Xinan Town? At the critical moment, you stole my business."
"It's not that I haven't seen you for 15 years. I miss you. I don't want to steal that business from you. Some of the young people recognized me and had to kneel on the ground and beg me to treat them. Want. I would never give them treatment unless they were satisfied with the money they gave me.”
"Oh, really? Then give me the money you just earned, and I will believe what you say."
An Xin glanced at the middle-aged man and said calmly.
"How can that be done? How old are you? Why do you need so much money? But don't worry, I am just a precious son like you. After I die, won't everything mine be yours? Besides, I still have to earn all this money. It’s not all for you to get a wife in the future. I’m doing this for your own good.”
"Haha, the money you have earned over the years is enough for me to marry seven or eight saints. My wife must be made of gold to make you work so hard."
"Look at what you said. When you marry a daughter-in-law, you are not allowed to have several concubines. With your status, this concubine must be at least a saint or something like that. After you have taken a concubine, you are not allowed to have more concubines. This girl is at least like a princess. You don’t need any money. I have already prepared enough for you.”
The middle-aged man explained with a sad look on his face.
"Oh, if you say that, I will understand. Then you can earn more."
When An An heard the middle-aged man talk about a topic that interested him, he immediately became interested.
While a few people were chatting, Yin Ren walked out, rubbing his groggy eyes. Seeing An Xin entertaining guests, he said:
"Boss, this guest needs something to eat. I'll cook it."
An Xin shook his head:
"No, you come and have some tea too. This is my father, An Daoxuan, he's here to see me."
"Oh, it turns out to be Doctor An. I have long admired his name."
After saying that, he unceremoniously sat on the right side of An Xin.
An Daoxuan looked at the unruly fat man opposite and frowned:
"You are, the descendant of Taoist Xuhai. The recent uproar in the world of Hell King Pavilion massacre of Jiangnan Pavilion and Yulong Gang was your handiwork."
When Yin Ren heard An Daoxuan's words, he was about to shake his head and deny it, but after thinking about it, he nodded and said:
"Yes, they killed my father. I have to find someone to kill them to avenge my father."
An Daoxuan nodded:
"It's for "Hidden Sword Body""
"Um"
"I've seen that technique before, it's pretty good."
As soon as An Daoxuan said his words, Yin Ren and An Xin looked at him in confusion. An Xin was also confused as to when his father had seen "Hidden Sword Body".
An Daoxuan also noticed the gazes of the two people, and said without hesitation:
"I once saved Yin Tianying's life. In order to repay me, he asked me to copy a copy of the "Hidden Sword Body" technique. Now the copy of the technique is still on the table in the library of the Divine Medical Pavilion."
Yin Ren was stunned for a moment and was about to say something like that his own skills should be respected. An Daoxuan seemed to understand what Yin Ren was going to say and said calmly:
"I'm not doing this to look down on your Kung Fu, I just think...forget it, I can't make it up anymore, I won't lie to you, I just think that Kung Fu is nothing, it's different from other Kung Fu They are not compatible. When your father gave it to me, I was still surprised. But after practicing it once, I found that it was not compatible with my family's ancestral Holy Dao Jue. No wonder your father gave it to me so readily. I guess he already knows the result.”
