Chapter 137

Zhang Qingyu sat there, looking forward to it.

"Sir, can you cure my old friend's illness?" Looking at Tang Feng, Zhang Qingyu asked with expectation.

In this Zhang Jia's heart, in fact, Tang Feng has long been a myth.

As early as before he came to see Tang Feng, he was already guessing that with Tang Feng's ability, he had a way to deal with his old friend's illness.

All three of them looked at Tang Feng with expectant eyes.

Feeling the expectation of the three people's eyes, Tang Feng gave a noncommittal smile.

This Yin Qi enters the body and erodes the heart. For practitioners, it is not a fatal disease. There are many ways to get rid of this Yin Qi.

However, to get rid of this Yin Qi, you need to use some spiritual things, for example, fire elixir with a certain year.

This kind of elixir, which often takes hundreds of years, is already very scarce on earth, let alone the elixir with specified attributes.

Tang Feng even seriously doubts whether there is still a magic medicine for fire on the earth for hundreds of years.

If you can't find the magic medicine of fire attribute, you can only use the most stupid method to lead out the Yin Qi that erodes the heart by special means.

As the most stupid method, it not only takes a lot of time, but also consumes a lot of the doer's aura.

"If we can find a fire elixir that is more than 100 years old, I can promise to make him stand up again in a short time." Tang Feng said slowly.

Hearing Tang Feng's words, the three people present were all bright in front of their eyes, and the whole person became excited.

"In today's global environment, I'm afraid it's very difficult to find a fire elixir of hundreds of years, or even impossible to find a fire elixir of hundreds of years." Tang Feng then added.

After hearing Tang Feng's words again, Zhang Qingyu's expressions solidified again.

"Sir, if you can't find a fire elixir that is more than hundreds of years old, is there any other way?" Zhang Qingyu refused to give up and continued to ask.

Tang Feng sat there, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and did not answer immediately.

He was thinking about the whole thing in his heart, whether to waste time to help the old man in front of him.

Because if he really takes over the dying old man, it means that it will take a lot of time and energy.

Looking at Tang Feng sitting there meditating, the old man in the wheelchair's heart, rekindled the fire of hope.

Mole ants are still greedy for life, let alone human beings.

After fighting with the disease for so many years, he is more eager than anyone to stand up again.

But now, finally saw the hope, he naturally will not let go.

No matter how much he paid for it, he was willing to.

"Sir, I know that it will be very troublesome for me to cure this disease, but I still hope that my husband can give me a helping hand so that I can leave this damn wheelchair and live a normal life for a few days in my twilight years." The old man looked at Tang Feng and prayed sincerely.

"However, the Zheng family will give him a large sum of money for the treatment." Then the old man added.

Tang Feng still did not speak, he still sat there, thinking.

For him, although he is short of money now, he will not take all the jobs that make money.

Making money is just a small thing besides his practice. He will not waste his precious time just to make money.

Compared with the so-called money of the earth, restoration of cultivation is the most important thing.

Looking at Tang Feng, who is still meditating there, the old man in the wheelchair is worried. He knows that the person in front of him doesn't do it on purpose. Obviously, the reason why he meditates is that the process of treating himself is so complicated that he is hesitant to waste his time and energy to treat himself.

At this time, people with great ability will not pay attention to money. As long as they are willing to do something, they can make money that others can't make in their lifetime. Undoubtedly, the people in front of them are such people.

"If you are afraid that our Zheng family will repeat, we can pay you the consultation fee in advance. As for the amount of the consultation fee, you can directly count it." The old man of the Zheng family thought like this, but the young woman behind him didn't have his experience. At this time, she spoke with some impatience.

Because in this Miss Zheng's heart, just because Tang Feng is deliberately big, the purpose is to make more money from the Zheng family.

"Shut up." The old man in the wheelchair turned his head and stared at the granddaughter behind him with the kind of almost cold eyes, and cried coldly.

Standing in the wheelchair behind the Zheng family woman, the whole person is frozen there.

From small to large, she followed her grandfather, and he loved himself most. For so many years, he had never been angry with himself, and he didn't stare at himself with this kind of almost cold eyes and yell at himself with that kind of voice without any feelings.

For a moment, she was stunned and did not dare to speak again.

"My girl is not sensible. Don't blame me, sir." After that reprimand, Mr. Zheng looked at Tang Feng again and said apologetically.

Tang Feng raised his head and gave a noncommittal smile.

From the beginning, Tang Feng's attention was on the old man in the wheelchair. He didn't pay attention to the woman pushing the wheelchair. Now, for the first time, he seriously looked at the woman.

No matter from the aspect of appearance, figure, temperament, this woman is not inferior to Lin Mengjia and Kong Qinghua. Even, in some aspects, this woman surpasses Lin Mengjia and Kong Qinghua. The most intuitive point is that this woman is also a martial arts practitioner, and her accomplishments are not inferior to those of Shangguan.

On today's earth, this woman is definitely not a vase. If that man marries her, he will make a lot of money.

"Yin Qi enters the body, erodes the heart, and almost exhausts the breath of life around you. There is no corresponding panacea. We can only use the stupidest method for treatment. This process is time-consuming and laborious, and I just don't like to waste too much time on others." Tang Feng restrained his smile and said solemnly.

Hearing Tang Feng's words, whether it's Mr. Zheng in the wheelchair or Mr. Zhang Qingyu next to him, his hanging heart falls back to his stomach, especially the Mr. Zheng family.