The Most Powerful Young Man

Originally, after listening to Xiao Yao's words, Wu Jingtian and Wu Peilin had no hope in their hearts. Listening to Xiao Yao's tone, doesn't this mean that Mr. Wu is already very sick and has no cure?

But the last three words, "Who said it?", is simply the sound of nature, making things turn around. Even if Wu Jingtian and Wu Peilin are fools, they can still hear the meaning of these words. The old man’s illness still has it. Of the rule! Not only is there a cure, but it is also very promising!

"Xiao Yao, you must save my grandfather!" Wu Jingtian's eyes were red when he talked about this bustling city. Although in the Wu family, he was most afraid of his grandfather, and Mr. Wu was also very strict with him, but if Mr. Wu left like this now, Wu Jingtian would definitely not be able to accept it.

When Mr. Wu saw Wu Jingtian's appearance, he couldn't help but laughed, and said, "Wu Jingtian, isn't your kid who fears me the most? If I die, you will be truly unrestrained in the future, and I still look forward to it. What am I not going to do? Besides, I’m so old. All my former comrades in arms have already left. I’m leaving, and I’m just going to accompany them. What’s so sad about me? There is no death, and the loyalty is preserved in the history. I am worthy in my life. I can see it. What can you not see?"

When the old man said this, his expression was very serious, and his tone of voice was also very serious. It could be seen that he really put it down.

"Human, you are a thief if you are old and not die. If you are damned, you must die." Old man Wu pretended to be relaxed.

Listening to the old man's words, Wu Jingtian rubbed his astringent eyes: "Grandpa, I haven't been scolded enough by you. If you leave like this, who will scold me in the Wu family in the future? Knowing me, I don’t get scolded for a day, because I feel uncomfortable, so you can’t die as long as I’m still here.”

"Fart." Mr. Wu couldn't laugh or cry, "According to you, I have to die behind you? You kid, why don't you dare to say anything, forget it, you are also a childish word, no one is with you Careful."

After Mr. Wu said these words, it was the others who couldn't laugh or cry. How old is Wu Jingtian, and he will be thirty in the blink of an eye. Is this still childish? It seems that in the eyes of Mr. Wu, Wu Jingtian is still that little kid how many years ago.

"Grandpa, if I can, I really hope I can die in front of you. After all, I lived at the age of eighty." Wu Jingtian said with a smile. This man who values ​​love and righteousness, if he is allowed to choose, he I am really willing to transfer my lifespan to my grandfather. In his world, his relatives are everything, and nothing is as important as his relatives.

Jiang Xiaolin at the side looked at Wu Jingtian next to her, her eyes becoming more complicated. She felt that her choice this time was absolutely correct. How could such a person who is so kind to her relatives marry him in the future? Will it be unhappy? A sincere man is a good man worthy of trust. At least, in Jiang Xiaolin's heart, she has always thought so, and no one can change this!

"Okay, you little bastard, don't talk nonsense!" Grandpa Wu waved his hand, glanced at Xiao Yao, and said, "Boy, don't worry, I will look away from everything, even if you really can't do anything. Someone will blame you. After all, you are so young now, even those old Chinese doctors and old Western medicine doctors can’t do anything about it? Hades asks people to die for three times, who dares to keep people for five more days?"

Xiao Yao rubbed his nose, inevitably a little unhappy: "Master, you did not listen to what I said before? Since I said I have a way, then I must have a way. Don't worry, although Your current condition is a bit serious, but it is not an incurable disease. Although I can't protect you from death for ten years, there is no problem in living an extra four or five years.

"Are you to live another four or five years?" The old man showed a wry smile. "If you really live like this, then in my opinion, it would be better to die sooner." His words were not the slightest. Joking, in recent years, the old man has not seen any guests, even his former comrades-in-arms, those old men who want to visit him are all rejected by him. The reason is very simple. The old man feels that he lives now. He was very embarrassed. He didn't want others to see himself in such embarrassment.

Xiao Yao said with a smile: "Of course you are not alive like you are now. As long as your illness can be cured, you will end of life and fall asleep in the future."

Hearing what Xiao Yao said, the old man's eyes also flashed a light, excitedly said: "Boy, what you said is true? Can you make me live like a normal person?"

"Of course." Xiao Yao nodded and said, "Since I want to save you, I must first get rid of the evil spirit and the hidden wounds on your body. When the hidden injuries and evil energy are gone, even if you don't want to live. Like a normal person, I’m afraid it’s even harder."

"Boy, if what you said is true, come boldly! Don't have any worries, even if you accidentally kill me, don't have any psychological burden!" Old man Wu laughed and saw. When he came out, he smiled very happily, not to mention that it would make him live for another four or five years. As long as he can be like a normal person, even for half a month, he will be crazy, as long as he can stand up and wander around. He will definitely leave immediately to visit those old friends who have not seen him for many years, and then recount the old stories. When he thinks of such a scene, the old man is excited and does not know what to say.

He also understands that if he wants to heal himself, he must take risks. Nothing in this world can be packed. The main purpose of his remarks is to relieve Xiao Yao’s pressure. In his opinion, This man is really too young, maybe he really has some clever medical skills, but his psychological quality is definitely not too good, his identity is somewhat special, it is impossible for the other party to heal himself without pressure.

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Xiao, you can let go and be a dead horse anyway..." At this point, Wu Jingtian hurriedly stopped again, and then he was sweating profusely, wishing to give himself a helping hand. Slap, what are you talking about? Even if I really think so in my heart, in front of the old man, such a thing can never be said! Isn't this deliberately adding to Xiao Yao and the old man's heart?

However, Xiao Yao and the old man didn't mind at all. Xiao Yao didn't care because he was very confident in himself. Now that he had already figured out a method, he would definitely not be under pressure. What about Mr. Wu? He had already let go of everything and looked away from everything, so he wouldn't have the slightest amount of pressure.

He smiled and said, "Wu Jingtian is also right. You can do whatever you want, and treat it as a dead horse as a living doctor. If you can really cure me, then God will pay it back for a while. Don’t die. If you haven’t taken me from Hades, you can only say that I am destined to die now."

Xiao Yao gave the old man a thumbs up, and said, "Master, there are probably very few people in the world who can see you like this."

The old man waved his hand and laughed: "Don't put a high hat on me. I'm talking from the bottom of my heart. There is nothing I can't see. Let's talk about it, even if I really can't. What can be done then?"

Xiao Yao smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Wu Jingtian and Wu Peilin.

"Uncle Wu, I am a little sure if I want to cure the old man, but I still need your help to prepare some medicinal materials." Xiao Yao said.

"Medicinal materials?" Wu Peilin and Wu Jingtian both patted their chests, "Of course, Xiao Yao, don't worry, you can tell me what medicinal materials you need now, and there is no problem!"

Xiao Yao responded, then turned his face to look at the old man, and asked, "Old man, do you have paper and pens here?"

"There are papers, but pens... there are only brush pens. Although I know all the pens and ballpoint pens, I am not used to using them for a while, so I have been using brush pens for so many years. "Elder Wu said.

"Writing brush? That's fine." Xiao Yao nodded.

"Oh? Your kid really knows how to write calligraphy with brush?" Mr. Wu is a little surprised. Although calligraphy is the heritage of Huaxia, it is the culture of Huaxia, but now it is the 21st century, and he can write a hand. There are not many young people with beautiful calligraphy. Suddenly, the old man is also full of expectations for Xiao Yao.

"Haha, I wrote it when I was a kid, but it's not very good." Xiao Yao said with a smile.

"That's okay." Mr. Wu nodded and practiced calligraphy. It takes many years to write. It takes many years. Xiao Yao wrote when he was a child. Now he is accustomed to fountain pens, ballpoint pens, and he wants to use brushes. There will definitely be a lot of discomfort. The old man doesn't have high expectations of Xiao Yao. He just hopes that the other party's writing will not be too ugly. It can be seen that it is very good. Those young people nowadays probably don't even know the hand-raising style of the calligraphy, and even asking them to say what is lifting and pressing, what is entering the pen, running the pen, and handwriting are somewhat difficult.

"Little emperor, go, come to my study and bring my four treasures of the study, and Peilin, you follow along, move a table over!" Old Master Wu said.

"Okay." Although Wu Jingtian nodded, he couldn't help but underestimate him, "Is it so troublesome? Isn't it enough to just take Xiao Yao to the study?"

"Let you go, you just go, why is there so much nonsense now? I think you really didn't hit the house for three days!" Old man Wu stared, and Wu Jingtian immediately walked out of the house obediently, and Wu Peilin followed his son. When they came back, Wu Peilin and his guards moved to the desk, and Wu Jingtian took all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. When they saw the inkstone, Xiao Yao’s eyes were bright, even if someone wrote the brush before. Characters are usually bought with ink, and few people can bear the grind of inkstone.

After putting the inkstone and writing brush on the table, Xiao Yao also sat down and began to sharpen the inkstone.

"Huimo, She inkstone, rice paper, and this complete set of brushes, the old man is still an expert!" Xiao Yao said with a smile.

A gleam flashed in Old Man Wu's eyes, and he smiled and said: "It's all from someone else, how do I understand this!" Xiao Yao's words surprised Old Man Wu a bit. Maybe someone else knows it now. The four treasures of the study are pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but if you ask them where the brush is the most famous and where the ink is the most famous, they probably won't be able to answer.