The Villain Who Wears The Book: Son Of Destiny, Let Me Go

According to legend, there are three kinds of people in martial arts books that cannot be messed with, the elderly, children, and beggars. When Zhang Tianzu saw Ye Fan's master at the airport, he said that he should not be messed with.

Scattered and fluffy white hair, five short stature slightly overweight, with a weed in his mouth, eyes straightened when he saw a passing beauty, with a face like a pig, this little old man can only use the word wretched to show his uniqueness .

And that beggar's attire, which was more conspicuous than the stall attire, made him feel so handsome, so handsome and so different.

Good guy, this is the combination of old man, beggar and wretched, the combat power ceiling in Ye Fan's original work.

He also finally knew why Ye Fan was always dressed all over the place, because his master was even better, this is the culture of the master, the inheritance of the master!

"Hey, old man, I am looking for an expert to treat your illness, not for you to hook up with beautiful women"

Ye Fan walked up to him with a smile, but the old man didn't care about his apprentice's words at all, he stretched out his hand to touch the thigh of a passing beauty, the little beauty saw the old man's appearance, walked to him and immediately avoided three feet away, walked away Sometimes I gave the old man big eyes.

The old man failed, so he had to turn around and ask his apprentice

"Stinky boy, who is the expert you are talking about?"

Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pointed, Zhang Tianzu immediately straightened his waist, and the old man stared at Zhang Tian for three full minutes, then suddenly patted his forehead.

"Impossible, this is impossible, he is absolutely impossible to live!"

Ye Fan saw how the master reacted like this, and saw the little old man step forward, a distance of tens of meters, and he was in front of Zhang Tianzu, his eyes were almost on his face.

"What's wrong with the old face, why do you look at me like that?"

Zhang Tianzu had never met this little old man before, how could this guy feel like he knew him.

"It's a strange thing, it's a really strange thing, your outfit and your face are exactly the same as in the portrait left by my grandfather"

Zhang Tianzu's brows were beaming with joy. It turned out that he was the queen of an old friend, so this was a great fate.

"Which old person are you, tell me your name, maybe this old man can answer for you"

The old man didn't dare to be presumptuous towards Zhang Tianzu, and the few answered seriously.

"Peng Wensheng"

Just three words brought Zhang Tianzu back to the Ming Dynasty, when Peng Wensheng, the most famous knight of the Salt Gang, had a sword wound on his chest that hadn’t healed for three years. The Cao Gang fought and died.

People are good people, but their lives are a bit short.

The Peng family only knew that Zhang Tianzu was a master of medicine, so he had his portrait painted and enshrined every year as a way of repaying his kindness.

"It turned out to be a descendant of the Peng family, I have some impressions of this old man"

This time it was the old man's turn to be dumbfounded, so it was true in the portrait, and it was incredible that the old man still had the same face after living for hundreds of years.

But this world is full of wonders, Peng Zu can live to be 800 years old, there are rumors of immortality in ancient times, especially the old man's martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle, and he has been stuck in the bottleneck period for several years, so he wants to meet strange people and break through himself ,extend your life.

So the attitude was extremely respectful, and Zhang Tianzu was very helpful, and Zhang Tianzu looked at the wound after returning to his residence, and his face was even more relaxed.

"An injection today will heal tomorrow"

Zhang Tianzu was full of confidence. It was a coincidence that he had the same wound as his ancestor. He had already learned about it, and this time the wound must heal faster.

The old man looked excited, and immediately took off his clothes and lay down flat, waiting for Zhang Tianzu to make a move.

Zhang Tianzu took out the silver needle from the medicine box and looked at him kindly

"Don't worry, there won't be any pain, just close your eyes with peace of mind."

The little old man narrowed his eyes obediently, waiting for Zhang Tianzu's treatment. The silver needle pierced his back, and a warm current slowly spread to his whole body along the back. Gradually, he felt that his aura became stronger and stronger, and his body seemed to be full of He couldn't stop working hard, this feeling was too familiar to him.

This is the silver needle crossing point, but I haven't seen what kind of acupuncture method the old god used. If I can get this acupuncture method by chance, I won't be afraid of getting hurt again in the future.

One needle, ten needles, one hundred needles, this little old man was full of needles by Zhang Tianzu like an acupuncture bronze man, and Ye Fan on the side also sighed, he really is a real god, more than one hundred needles are unprecedented in ancient times, can He has developed his medical skills to such an extent that there is no one in the past and no one in the future. This person should be better than Hua Tuo and Bian Que!

After a hundred stitches, the wound on the little old man's chest that had not healed for a long time began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the brand new flesh had grown, and it was as good as before.

After Zhang Tianzu received the needle, the little old man felt extremely light all over his body, and all his hidden diseases were cured, and he was overjoyed.

"Thank you, old god, my Peng family has been greatly favored by you twice, and from now on, my apprentice will be your cow and horse."

Zhang Tianzu was just perfunctory, if the young master hadn't asked him to do all he could, he wouldn't have rescued people casually, he was just fulfilling the young master's order right now.

And Ye Fan couldn't wait to sue his master, saying that Cheng Runan had no regard for kindness, was ungrateful, treacherous, and how Chen Yang had harmed him, so the little old man naturally refused.

"Little bastard, I'm going to find them to settle accounts, and the bully actually bullied me."

After speaking, he kicked Ye Fan's gate, Yang Tian let out a long roar and left, with the might of a tiger descending the mountain and diving into the sea.

A look of excitement flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, with a master, Chen Yang and Cheng Runan would all die for him.

Ye Fan, who was thinking about getting revenge, didn't notice that the old man was a little too excited when he left, and the pupils in his eyes had begun to slacken.

The little old man had just walked 100 meters when suddenly blood flowed out from the corner of his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ear holes bleed at the same time, bursting like a fountain. Before he died, the old man couldn't figure out why this happened. I can't do it myself.

"This...it was fine when I came here, I can't go back"

The old man whimpered and fell to the ground, just a hundred meters away from Ye Fan, Ye Fan saw his master suddenly fell to the ground like a bloody man, and immediately rushed forward.

"Old man, don't make trouble, what's wrong with you?"

The old man already knew that it was Zhang Tianzu who did it, and pointed in Zhang Tianzu's direction, feeling so weak that he couldn't speak, Ye Fan also hurriedly turned around and saw Zhang Tianzu, yes, there is a genius doctor here, he will definitely be able to cure Master.

Zhang Tianzu approached holding the silver needle and went down three more times. The little old man only had fear in his eyes and his body wanted to hide, but he was hugged tightly by his apprentice. When the silver needle fell, he sighed in his heart, it was completely finished, this old bastard made another move .

With his last breath, the little old man stretched out his middle finger and cursed at his apprentice

"I'm Zhuo, you idiot..."

He died before he finished cursing. He never thought that he would die in the same way as the patriarch in his life. It turned out that the patriarch was also killed by this quack doctor, and he enshrined him as a benefactor for a hundred years, and his apprentice was also a heartless person. And let this quack doctor take action, making him go faster.

Ye Fan hugged Master's body, distraught, and had time to think about what went wrong, but Zhang Tianzu disappeared strangely.

At night, Ye Fan placed Master's body on the door that he kicked away, feeling remorseful. If he hadn't begged Master to go down the mountain, Master would not have died in vain, and the magical doctor disappeared, which also made him I understood that Master was stabbed to death by the doctor he invited.

And the reason for all this is that he didn't kill Chen Yang at the beginning, and only then did the following things happen. Through his grief, he took out the Sunflower Book that He Miaozhu had lost.

"Master, I will take revenge"

With a knife in his hand, he cut off the thing that was only one or two inches across, and then endured the severe pain to seal the cut cow in the wine jar.

(One chapter first, and the rest will be posted in the evening. Yesterday was quite a lot. Three chapters are 8,000 words long. It’s just that the last chapter has no time to go to work, so it’s only one mile short.)