Chapter 860

When Mo Yongshen stepped down, he took a deep look at Xiao Yan, and then walked off the stage slowly.

But a man with a little eyesight can find that his walking posture is a little crooked. He was kicked by Xiao Yan. His blood is blocked and he is lame for the time being.

The people on the rostrum were filled with emotion. This Xiao Laojiu really has some real skills.

After Mo Yongshen left, Xiao Yan quickly stepped out of the field. Ji Wuyue pulled the door and he got in.

Lin Xianer then followed and shouted anxiously, "brother nine, how's it going? Will it hurt?"

"Go back to the plum garden!" Xiao Yan only said this, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, made a strange knot in front of his abdomen, and then began to regulate his breath.

His "nine days xuanhuojue" is very strange. He hasn't fallen into cultivation in recent years, but it's always difficult to break through, just more and more pure.

Now his Yin and yang are confused and his internal breathing is disordered. If he doesn't return to the plum garden earlier, it's really difficult for him to suppress it.

Lin xian'er tightly clutched a corner of his clothes. Her eyes were full of anxiety, but she couldn't help. She had to worry.

Ji Wuyue constantly urges Bian Yong to drive faster. The latter also keeps stepping on the accelerator and speeding up the speed again and again.

Before long, the car was at the gate of the plum garden. It was very good. Xiao Yan Muran opened his eyes and got up and got out of the car.

Many people had been waiting at the door for a long time. Lengqingge and Liang Yuwei were relieved to see him come back completely. But I saw something wrong with his face and became nervous again.

"I'll go to the ice room to heal. Don't panic. Everything is as usual." Xiao Yan left a word and went to the inner yard alone.

In the closed place of Baili Xuehan, there is a cold jade lying on it, surrounded by the cold air of Millennium ice, which can suppress the boiling Phoenix blood in his body.

The crowd still wanted to gather around. Leng Qingsong had shouted, "haven't you heard? Each do his own thing. Don't let outsiders think our plum garden is in chaos."

When she said this, other talents reacted and pretended to be busy as if nothing had happened.

Leng Qingge looked in the direction of Xiao Yan, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"Why do you want to compete? Lao Jiu came to Dongjiang city to do great things. How can she compete with these reckless men?" Liang Yuwei was very distressed and frowned.

Leng Qingge finally sighed, and she said painfully: "Lao Jiu can't help it. He managed to break the situation by beating Gao Dashan with a stick, but the other party offered an expert like Mo Yongshen to block his way. If he didn't fight, the open situation would close, and things would be difficult in the future. On the contrary, he became famous in the first World War. From then on, even if he had a firm foothold in Dongjiang City, he could do anything easily."

Leng Qingge understands Xiao Yan best. It seems that she only runs between the plum garden and the hospital, but she is actually secretly paying attention to the situation for fear that someone will be unfavorable to Xiao Yan.

Liang Yuwei didn't understand these, but sighed: "how much pressure is Lao Jiu carrying? Really, after this Dongjiang incident, let him resign and go home."

"He is looking for a balance. Over the past few years, he has made boundless contributions to the Mediterranean countries. France, Britain, Libya and other countries, he has been decorated with the medals of these countries. Now he has returned home, and he also wants to do something for his motherland. Let him do it. When he is tired, he can live a peaceful life." Leng Qingge's eyes were crazy, with an expression of willingness to wait until the end of time for Lao Jiu.

Liang Yuwei smiled and said, "sometimes I really envy sister Qingge."

"What do you envy me?" Leng Qingge looked at her puzzled.

Liang Yuwei hesitated and said, "I envy you and Lao Jiu's acquaintance and love. Even if you never say a word about yourself to each other, you understand each other's thoughts very well."

"Silly girl, you'll know later. Leng Qingge said so, but he smiled proudly in his heart.

The happiest time of her life was the underground love affair with Xiao Yan when she was in a seaside cabin. It was full of excitement and passion.

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In a villa in BEIXIANG, Mo Yongshen sat in the hall, guarding Mo Lang and several other confidants at the door.

He untied the leggings and slowly lifted up the leg kicked by Xiao Yan. At the position of Du nose point, there were blue and purple. It was obvious that one kick closed the acupoint, which silted up the blood here.

"What a great young boy. Fortunately, I ate a little hard, or I would kick him off." Mo Yongshen took a breath and said with emotion.

After finishing his clothes, he took the medicinal wine from the tea table, began to wipe it, and took Dieda pill internally. This is the unique prescription of mojiaquan, which is famous all over the world. It is the supreme treatment for Dieda.

His eating strength and internal strength fluctuated constantly on his fingers and palms. He used massage to urge the drug strength. The effect was immediate, and the congestion was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The integration of medicine and martial arts is a tradition in Wulin from ancient to modern times.

It's common for people who practice martial arts to suffer injuries and internal organs to oscillate. It's impossible to always go to pharmacies, so many sects have studied treatment methods and even equipped with unique drugs.

For example, Baiyun xiongdan pill and Tianxiang intermittent glue of Hengshan school, black jade intermittent ointment of Vajra gate, detoxification pill of five poison sect, etc. Of course, there is this special Dieda medicinal wine of mojiaquan,

Even when Xiao Yan first returned to China, he had many healing herbs. They were specially prepared for him by the fourth master. They were aimed at his physique, but they were almost eaten up by him.

Moreover, there are many schools of Kung Fu, including acupoint, a very important skill. Before learning acupoints, we should first recognize acupoints. If we want to recognize acupoints, we will use acupuncture and moxibustion.

Xiao Yan learned acupuncture and moxibustion at that time.

In addition to the martial artist's internal skill, massage can get twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, an expert is often regarded as half a doctor.

Mo Yongshen can solve the problem on his knee without anyone else. But it's all due to the special Dieda wine, otherwise it's impossible to compete in the afternoon.

Suddenly Mo Lang knocked on the door, put his head in and said, "master, boss yuan and boss Zhao came to see you."

"Let them in!" Mo Yongshen did not hide his injury, which was an explanation to the two bosses.

Sure enough, Zhao Yantao yelled before he entered the door. "I said master Mo, what are you doing? You played well. Why did you suddenly announce a draw?"

Yuan Shaowen also had a gloomy face, obviously dissatisfied with Mo Yongshen.

"I'm like this, how can I compare?" Mo Yongshen said, raising his legs. The bruises that hadn't spread on them suddenly shocked the two people who came in.

They looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.

Zhao Yantao murmured, "Xiao Laojiu, can we really draw with you? Isn't it incredible?"

"I really underestimate the enemy. We should pay attention to the example of Fang Qingshan." Mo Yongshen shook his head and tied with Xiao Yan, which was a loss for him.

I'm more than 20 years older than others. Even if I win, I won't be glorious. This time I promised yuan Shaowen, it's also a kindness.

A martial artist values love and righteousness. When he was young, Yuan Bo was kind to him. Now yuan Shaowen has a request from him, he must not refuse.

Seeing his sad face, Yuan Shaowen suddenly smiled, took out some photos from his arms, threw them on the table and said, "don't worry, next you promise to win."

Mo Yongshen picked up the photo and looked at it. In the middle of a withered plum blossom, Xiao Yan leaned against a plum tree. The clothes on his back had been red with blood, and a ferocious wound appeared on it.

Mo Yongshen's hand shook and several photos scattered on the ground.