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"In that case, why didn't you agree to Taoist Master Qingxu's request and give him this painting?"
This is also what is difficult for Henry Zhang to understand.
With the financial resources of the He family, how could they be reluctant to part with a mere antique painting of unknown origin, not to mention that it was related to the life of their beloved granddaughter.
He Shengrong sighed: "Alas This is all my fault. Firstly, I thought there must be a famous doctor in the world who can cure Xiaoru's strange disease, but he hasn't found it yet. Secondly, this is also the ancestral motto of my family. related."
"Ancestor's instruction?"
"Um¡¡"
He Shengrong nodded and continued: "It is impossible to find out whether this painting was passed down from the ancestor's generation, but I only know that my father specifically asked before his death that no one who inherits the family property in the future is allowed to sell this painting. Paintings must be preserved forever, otherwise the He family will suffer great disaster."
Henry Zhang asked curiously: "Didn't your father explain the specific reason?"
He Shengrong shook his head: "No, if I had known this earlier, I would have given this painting to the old thief Qingxu, and I would not have let Xiaoru suffer these years of torture in vain."
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Thank you for not giving it away.
Henry Zhang added silently in his heart.
Although he still doesn¡¯t understand why Taoist Master Qingxu went to great lengths to plot this painting, he directly told him that Qingxu must not get this thing, otherwise there will be endless troubles.
It seems that the answer to the mystery can only be solved when we return to Yinzhou.
After the two came out of the basement, Henry Zhang was ready to say goodbye, but the He family and his son tried their best to persuade him to stay.
Since he couldn¡¯t shirk it, Henry Zhang didn¡¯t insist and stayed in the VIP guest room arranged by the He family.
¡° Anyway, there is still some coldness in He Xiaoru¡¯s body, and it will take several more treatments to completely eliminate it, so as to avoid having to run in both directions.
In the next few days, Henry Zhang lived quite leisurely.
During the day, I helped He Xiaoru treat his illness with acupuncture, and at night, he meditated in the guest room all night long.
This island has an excellent geographical location, and its feng shui is even better. Practicing here makes Henry Zhang feel like he can get twice the result with half the effort.
With the increase in the number of treatments, the white cold air in Xiao Yang's sea of ????qi has accumulated thicker and thicker, and has slowly changed from a loose cotton-wool shape into a round sphere, which looks only the size of a fist.
That night, Henry Zhang finished drinking the late-night chicken soup brought by the maid and was about to meditate as usual when he suddenly had a sudden impulse.
Why don¡¯t you try what the cold air is used for?
As soon as this bold idea came up, Henry Zhang could no longer hold back his inner impulse. He turned over and sat up from the bed, stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the empty bowl on the table.
The next moment, Henry Zhang lowered his mind and cautiously approached the cold air in his Dantian.
Fortunately, my body didn¡¯t feel anything strange.
"Let's go!"
Under the stimulation of the Shenlong Jue technique, an extremely weak white cold air surged out from the Dantian, passed through the meridians and reached the arm, and finally shot out from the tip of the index finger, hitting the target silently.
The guest room was quiet as usual, and nothing strange happened.
The precious blue and white porcelain bowl is still intact in its place.
¡°There¡¯s no use for it at all¡ You¡¯ve suffered for nothing.¡±
Henry Zhang curled his lips and said to himself.
But at this moment.
A ray of breeze blew in from the window.
"Click!"
A crisp sound was particularly clear in the dead of night.
The white blue and white porcelain bowl shattered and turned into a pile of crystal clear powder.
"Hayawn!"
A biting chill spread throughout his body, Henry Zhang couldn't help but shiver, opened his mouth and sneezed.
Being blown by the air current, the white powder on the table flew into the air.
Henry Zhang was completely stunned!
"Fuckis it that exaggerated?"
Based on the judgment, it was obvious that the internal structure of the blue and white porcelain bowl was destroyed by extreme low temperature in a very short period of time, and then it finally could not withstand the pressure and was shattered to pieces.
If this cold air falls on a person¡¯s body
The outcome can be imagined.
A scene that can only appear in science fiction movies will be actual. The whole person will be turned into a ice sculpture, and it will be broken into powder with a hammer.
? ??It¡¯s a truly awesome killer!
This unexpected gain made Henry Zhang so excited that he almost laughed out loud, but he soon regained his composure after being happy.
There is only so much cold air, use it once and less once.
Normally, it would be no problem to freeze a cup or a rice bowl, but it would be difficult to freeze a large living person unless all the cold air is released at once.
Henry Zhang originally wanted to take the opportunity to try a few more times, but after thinking about it, he was still reluctant to waste resources in vain.
Compared with infuriating energy, this is a trump card that can really save your life when you encounter a top master at a critical moment.
Suppose you pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the enemy, he might have fled before you could even aim at the enemy.
What if the pistol was replaced with a finger?
I¡¯m afraid only fools will be scared away.
" In this way, you don't have to be afraid even if you encounter a martial arts master in the middle stage of Xiantian. Even if I can't beat you head-on, can't I still kill you with my evil deeds?"
Old ghost Qingxu probably never imagined that the means he had worked so hard to lay out would end up being a wedding dress for someone else.
It¡¯s a pity that the cold energy in He Xiaoru¡¯s body is about to be absorbed, and Henry Zhang has to leave back to Yinzhou.
Two more days passed.
At the gate of the He family villa, all the core members of the family, including He Shengrong, showed up this morning just to see off Henry Zhang.
He Shengrong said solemnly: "Brother Xiao, I leave the affairs of Yinzhou to you."
Of course Henry Zhang knew what he was referring to, he nodded and said: "Don't worry, Mr. He."
Even if He Shengrong didn't say anything, he would still have to settle accounts with the eldest disciple of King of Hell after he returned. What's more, after this treatment, Xiao Yang's interest in Taoist Master Qingxu deepened.
Whether it¡¯s the strange cold air he left in He Xiaoru¡¯s body or the secret of the unknown ancient painting passed down by the He family, they all whetted Henry Zhang¡¯s appetite and made him eager to solve the mystery.
"By the way, I have a gift for you."
Just when Henry Zhang was about to say goodbye, He Shengrong suddenly smiled mysteriously and took out a neatly folded piece of white paper from his arms.
Henry Zhang suddenly burst into laughter: ¡°It¡¯s been four years, old man, do you still keep it?¡±
He knew the contents of this piece of paper clearly without opening it.
It was the secret agreement he signed with He Shengrong back then.
He Shengrong laughed at himself: "How can I dare to underestimate such a terrible enemy like you? Naturally, I am always vigilant, but there is no need for it now From now on, you will be a guest of my He family, and you are welcome at any time. You come to Macao and Hong Kong as a guest."
Henry Zhang smiled slightly: "Maybe there is still a chance."
The old man took out his lighter.
A few seconds later, the white paper turned into a pile of ashes amid laughter. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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