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Old man Zhou whispered and pushed the wheelchair towards the rightmost wing. Yang Mo followed behind. While walking, Yang Mo and Zhou Luoxue deliberately stayed at the back. Before Zhou Shiyuan followed his father, he looked at Yang Mo deeply and said nothing.
When Yang Mo looked at him, he didn't feel guilty. He looked back at him calmly, neither humble nor arrogant. After all, Yang Mo is also a victim, and he was drugged by Old Man Zhou to become like this. Moreover, he did not come to ask for marriage, he was kept by coercion and inducement. Therefore, Xian Yaoshang did not have the same sense of awe that a son-in-law had for his father-in-law.
Yang Mo was neither humble nor arrogant, which actually made Zhou Shiyuan look at Yang Mogao. As the director of a research institute, he is used to seeing young people who are submissive and have no opinions of their own. Yang Mo's dish is really his cup of tea. Therefore, gradually he began to accept Yang Mo in his heart.
The group followed Old Man Zhou into the rightmost wing. As soon as he walked inside, Yang Mo smelled a special scent of sandalwood. The scent penetrated his heart and spleen, and there was also a faint poisonous smell with anesthetic and sedative effects. But it basically has no impact on your health unless you sit in it for more than twenty-four hours.
"Do you know who this is?" Old Man Zhou pointed to the old man in ancient costume with a long beard enshrined at the top.
"I don't know." Everyone shook their heads. The three members of the Zhou family really didn't know, and Yang Mo really didn't want to know. This has nothing to do with him at all. He only cares about the sacred battlefield.
"This is Duke Tao Zhu." Old man Zhou said slowly with a serious expression: "The ancestor of Shang Dynasty."
"But" At this time, Zhou Shiyuan, who was well-read in poetry and books, put forward an opinion: "What does it have to do with us?"
"He is the ancestor of our Zhou family." Old man Zhou said seriously.
"The ancestor of the Zhou family?" When Yang Mo heard this, even if he was illiterate, he knew that the old man was talking nonsense. Then he said: "Isn't Mr. Tao Zhu's surname Fan? His wife is Xi Shi, how come her surname is Zhou?"
"Xi Shi had no heirs in his life. Tao Zhugong adopted a child in his later years and regarded him as his own. Later he inherited Tao Zhugong's property. And this child is the ancestor of our Zhou family." Old man Zhou explained unhurriedly road.
After hearing this explanation, it seems reasonable. But if you have to dig into it, you can still find flaws, but it's none of his business, so Yang Mo didn't take advantage of it. The right way is to let Old Man Zhou finish talking about these nonsense quickly and explain the matter of the sacred battlefield.
"My real name is not Zhou Dun. My real name is Zhou Zhu." After the old man explained, he started talking again.
But as soon as the word "Zhou Zhu" came out, Yang Mo was dumbfounded and asked: "Zhou Zhu?"
It¡¯s not like Yang Mo didn¡¯t know Zhou Zhu, so Zhou Zhu¡¯s life was saved by himself.
"Do you know Zhou Zhu?" Seeing Yang Mo's surprised expression, Zhou Zhu asked quickly.
Seeing the urgency of his question, Yang Mo thought that he had nothing to hide, so he said directly: "Yes, I know him, and I saved his life. He was dying after being poisoned by ice silkworm poison by the Tantai family. I Saved him.¡±
"You actually saved Zhou Zhu? And there's ice silkworm poison?"
Zhou Zhu screamed and fell into deep thought. He lowered his head and supported it with one hand, saying nothing. Judging from his expression, he was thinking.
At this time, Yang Mo couldn't help but ask: "What on earth is going on? How come there are two Zhou Zhus?"
Zhou Zhu didn't listen to Yang Mo's question. Instead, he patted his head, suddenly realized, pointed at Yang Mo and said, "No wonder you said that the Tantai family and the Zhou family are enemies. I guess it was my eldest brother Tantai who knew about the Zhou family." The thing is, I haven't heard from me in these years, so he thought I was dead, so he wanted to avenge me. So he released the cold ice silkworms. But the fake Zhou Zhuming shouldn't have died! He actually let him meet Pan The entry of the dragon's chaotic body."
After hearing this, Yang Mo understood a little bit, but he was still a little confused. As for the three people next to him, they were completely confused and had no idea what Zhouzhu was doing.
At this time, Yang Mo asked: "Why are there two Zhou Zhus in this world?"
"This, it's a long story." Zhou Zhu sighed, his expression fell into sadness, and said sadly: "About sixty years ago, I made an appointment with Brother Tantai to go on an adventure together at Shenlongjia. At that time, I I am already the perfect successor to the next head of the Zhou family, because I am the only legitimate son of our generation, and the rest are from collateral families, including the fake Zhou Zhu."
Speaking of this, Yang Mo took a breath, because he knew that he would soon talk about the sacred battlefield.
But what shocked him was that Zhou Zhujingran explained it in one sentence: "Later, we lost our way in the forest, and it took us three years to find the way out. I was also injured, littleI was attacked by plant sap. Fortunately, my brother Tantai came to my rescue and saved me from dying in the jungle. When I returned to the Zhou family, I found that my father, the previous head of the Zhou family, had passed away. And I was also impersonated by another person. That person is the fake Zhouzhu. "
"Oh? How could this happen?" All three members of the Zhou family had this expression.
When Zhouzhu said this, he sighed again. Slowly said: "I haven't fully accepted this fact, and the fake Zhouzhu has already started to kill me. Fortunately, I Chapter 0158: Yang Mo's Mother (First update, please subscribe) "What does it have to do with me? "Yang Mo asked in surprise. He didn't think this matter had anything to do with him. He didn't regard himself as an income of the Zhou family at all.
"Because you are the body of a coiling dragon and chaos!" Zhou Assistant looked like he should be, and said with a trace of anger in his tone: "You are Xueluo's husband, don't you want to help her get back what originally belonged to her? Things? Our Zhou family is extremely rich. All the famous and old shops in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai belong to our family. There are countless properties. You helped Xueluo get it back, and Xueluo is yours again. Wife, isn¡¯t it yours in the end?¡±
"But I'm not interested in that money at all." Yang Mo shook his head and said, "Money is nothing more than a number to me. I can have money whenever I want."
"How could you do this?" Zhou Zhu became angry immediately and said, "You can't just think about yourself, you have to think about Xueluo, right? She is your wife."
Zhou Zhu was angry when he spoke, but Zhou Xueluo was discouraged and said: "Grandpa, actually, we are doing pretty well now. And Yang How can my husband be able to deal with such a big family on his own? Otherwise, Forget it, Grandpa!¡±
Zhou Xueluo said this, and Zhou Shiyuan and his wife also had the same expression. Although they are not considered a rich family, they can be considered middle class through hard work. They have houses, cars and savings, and there is no need to compete for the wealth that rivals other countries.
From a superficial analysis, they have the mentality of being content with being rich. In essence, it was because they had never received that share of the family property, and they did not have the personal pain of Zhou Zhu. They just felt that they had lost it, and it had nothing to do with them anyway.
Zhou Zhu looked around and saw that his children and grandchildren all had this attitude, and he was trembling with anger. He slapped the table and shouted: "Youyou, are you still the descendant of my Zhou family? How can you watch the family property fall by the wayside and remain indifferent? Do you know how my father, your grandfather and great-grandfather, died? ? Don¡¯t you know that the hatred of killing your father cannot be shared forever? You just want to settle down, but I, Zhou Zhu, am not like this. Tomorrow I will go back to the mainland and fight with that fake Zhou Zhu to the end. My legs and feet are disabled, but I am not dead yet! "
The old man was shaking with anger, and Zhou Shiyuan lowered his head. They also felt that it was unjustifiable not to avenge the family feud, and they had no face to face their ancestors. But they don't have the slightest idea how to avenge this.
Yang Mo was silent for a while. He could understand Zhou Zhu's excitement, and even more understand his anger. So, he raised his head, looked at Zhou Zhu, and said, "I can help you deal with that fake Zhou Zhu, but I won't care about how the Zhou family is brought together, and I can't control it."
"It's okay, don't worry about this. Our Zhou family has a Presbyterian Council. As long as I can prove my identity, the Zhou family will automatically return to my hands. Our Zhou family has a set of strict rules, otherwise it would be impossible for it to last for thousands of years without collapse. Yes." Zhou Zhu was relieved when he heard that Yang Mo was willing to help.
Yang Mo heard this and nodded. But he refused to let go of this opportunity, so he said: "Actually, there is another reason why I agreed to take action. That is I want to know about the sacred battlefield."
With that said, Yang Mo handed over the piece of paper taken from the nuclear weapons base. Zhou Zhu hesitated and took it.
"I discovered that my life experience is closely related to that legendary sacred battlefield. In the past six months, I have been collecting some written items about it. Can you help me see what it contains? ?" Yang Mo asked sincerely. It didn't sound like a threat, more like a question.
Zhou Assistant took the paper, hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "I can tell you what is written on it. But I can only tell you what is written on this. I can't reveal more to you, Bi Jing." I swore an oath.¡±
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded and did not push further. He knew that as long as he got along with Zhou Zhu for a long time, he would naturally be able to get some clues.
Zhou Zhu took the paper, looked at it, and said, "The main content of this letter is to congratulate a man named Hu Daozi on his mastery of the Golden Elixir, and then invite him to participate in the Holy War."
"That's it?" Yang Mo felt like he was fooled. How could he write so eloquently on such a large piece of paper and only have two sentences left by Zhou Zhu?
"If you don't believe me, see for yourself." Seeing Yang Mo's suspicion, Zhou Zhu handed over the paper angrily.
Yang Mo definitely didn't know this word, so he was a little at a loss at the moment, and asked in a somewhat sensational way: "Grandpa Zhou, is there no other content? I know this makes you very embarrassed, but this is related to my life experience. As soon as I was born Without my mother, I really want to know how my mother is doing."
Zhou Xueluo couldn't help but be touched by what Yang Mo said sincerely. He quickly took Zhou Zhu's hand and said, "Grandpa, just help him. In fact, it's the same as helping me."
Zhou Xueluo took Zhou Zhu¡¯s hand and acted coquettishly. Zhou Shiyuan and his wife also felt that their father should help Yang Mo.
Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, Zhou Zhu couldn't help but sigh and said: "I really can't do anything about you. You all agree with me on this matter. Why haven't I seen you working together with me before?"
When the old man said this, everyone looked at each other in shock, but no one replied to him. Because everyone knows that Mr. Zhou's words are actually a step up, and his tone has loosened.
Sure enough, after Zhousuke sighed and complained, he said leisurely: "I can't tell you too much. You will definitely know in the future. I can only tell you now that your mother is very good and there is no problem."
"You know my mother? How is that possible?" Yang Mo was shocked and said, "Didn't you just come out from there sixty years ago? Is my mother already over sixty years old?"
"Haha." Zhou Zhu smiled calmly and said, "She should look about thirty years old now."
"What does this mean?" Yang Mo was even more shocked and asked quickly: "What do you mean, she looks about thirty years old? Is my mother a young lady from Yaoshan?"
"What is Yaoshan Tonglao?" Zhou Zhu obviously didn't understand the term Yang Mo was referring to.
"It's just an old woman who looks like a little girl." Zhou Xueluo next to her helped to clear up the doubts.
"That's not true." Zhou Zhu shook his head and said, "I can only say that people there grow slower. Five years is worth one year for us."
Five years equal to one year?
The four people were shocked at the same time, and they quickly calculated in their hearts, and quickly calculated the age of Yang Mo's mother: thirty times five, that is one hundred and fifty years old?
Yaona!
The four of them were even more shocked.
"How is that possible, grandpa? Doesn't that mean my husband's mother is older than you?" Zhou Xueluo said in great surprise.
"Nothing is impossible in this world, it's just that you are blinded by your so-called science. Many things cannot be explained, but they are real!"
Yang Mo didn¡¯t believe this in the past, but in the more than half a year after his rebirth, too many things happened to him. Looking back, it still feels unbelievable. In the past, how could he believe that a stone could be broken into pieces with one fist, let alone that a small centipede could be paralyzed in seconds.
"Dad, although science cannot give an immediate answer to some things, everything in the world cannot escape the conservation of energy!" Zhou Shiyuan insisted on his opinion. He was a staunch Scientologist.
"Come on, show me how this leg conserves energy!" Zhou Zhu didn't bother to argue with his son, so he took out his wooden leg and said, "Explain it to me, and give me a good piece of flesh and blood." How the body turned into wood."
"I" Zhou Shiyuan was speechless again. His father had used this leg to bully him for twenty or thirty years. He could not defend himself because he watched his father's leg become wooden from the calf. It was lumbered all the way to the thighs.
"What's going on with you?" Yang Mo asked in confusion. He had always wanted to ask this question, but he didn't get the chance until now.
"I got tangled up in a plant at Shenlongjia, and then it became like this." Zhou Zhu sighed and said it calmly, even though the stump of his leg had weighed on him for most of his life.
"Plant?" Yang Mo was surprised.
"Yes. Plants." Zhou Zhu nodded and then said: "Yang Mo, if you return to the Sacred Battlefield one day and pass by the Dragon Stand, you must be careful to avoid the grass with nine leaves. That thing looks weak, but once If you get it, you will become like me if you die, which is more terrifying than eating flowers."
"Grass with nine leaves?" Yang Mo muttered silently and wrote it down secretly. Suddenly, he remembered something again. Just now Zhouzhu said that he was going back to the sacred battlefield. Then he quickly asked: "What did you just say? Go back to the sacred battlefield? What do you mean?"
"Nono." Zhou Zhu quickly shook his head. In order to avoid Yang Mo's further questioning, he begged for mercy: "Can you please stop asking me? I have sworn a poisonous oath, so I really can't say too much. Anyway, what will you do in the future? Everyone will know."
The more Zhou Zhu said this, the more curious Yang Mo became. However, looking at the bitter and resentful face of old man Zhou Zhu, I gave up the idea and had to wait and think about it later to see if I could get anything out of it.
Seeing that Yang Mo didn¡¯t ask any more questions. Zhou Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, slid the wheelchair to the center, and said, "Now let's discuss how to start."
Yang Mo really didn¡¯t want to participate in this kind of discussion. He just wanted to kill the fake Zhou Zhu anyway. Isn't it simple and easy for Yang Mo to kill fake Zhou Zhu? Much easier than killing a dog.
So, he turned around and said: "You guys slowly discuss the specific measures. Anyway, I just need to deal with the fake Zhou Assistant. I'll go out first. After you finish the discussion, I'll come in."
With that said, he walked out.
Yang Mo walked out. Although Zhou Zhu wanted to keep Yang Mo, but thinking about it, as long as Yang Mo got rid of the fake Zhou Zhu Qian, all the problems would be solved.
After Yang Mo went out, he sat under a small sycamore tree, with waves in his mind.
Chapter 0158: On the road to embarrassment (Second update, please subscribe) Yang Mo has been together for two generations, and only today did he know a little information about his mother. It turns out that his mother is actually a member of the sacred battlefield, and there are one hundred and fifty others. More than ten years old.
In the past, he always fantasized about what his mother was like. Sometimes she was a beautiful police officer, sometimes she was a gentle doctor, or a beautiful teacher. But he never thought that he would be an ancient creature, let alone that he was one hundred and fifty years old.
Yaona!
Yang Mo shook his head and sighed, this news was really too exciting for him. If he had known this information in his previous life, he would probably be scared to tears. Fortunately, he has experienced enough things in this life, and his nerves have already become extremely tough.
Yang Mo sat for a while, stood up slowly, and made a decision: return to Shanghai.
"It's just that before going back, I have to ask Mr. Zhou for some travel expenses. Otherwise with more than NT$1,000 in hand, he would have to go to the streets to find a doctor to get money for medical treatment.
As soon as Yang Mo made this decision, everyone in the Zhou family came out with serious expressions, except Mr. Zhou who looked relaxed. It seems that this old man must have caused problems for his children and grandchildren again.
"Yang Mo." Zhou Shiyuan came over, patted Yang Mo's shoulder, was stunned for a while, and said with a solemn expression: "Although I still don't agree with you two falling in love so early, but in the future, Xueluo still relies on you. Yes. We have pampered her since she was a child. She is spoiled and spoiled, so you have to be more considerate."
Zhou Shiyuan said it like Tuogu, and Yang Mo also became a little serious. He thought that now that Zhou Xueluo was his own, he would definitely not treat him badly, so he said sincerely: "Don't worry, as long as you have me, Yang Mo will never let Xueluo go hungry when she is young. She will also never let others bully her. She will always be the only one to bully others."
"That's good, that's good." Zhou Shiyuan nodded, then looked back at Zhou Xueluo, his eyes full of reluctance. The water thrown out by a married daughter will be looked at less in the future.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Shiyuan, and suddenly felt a little sad. He thought about what if he gave birth to a daughter and she was taken away by others when she was young. How would he feel?
Subconsciously, he reached out and patted Zhou Shiyuan's shoulder and said, "Let Xueluo stay with you in Taiwan these few years. When I settle down in the mainland, I will come to pick her up."
Hearing what Yang Mo said, Zhou Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, okay, this is good. My Xueluo is still too young and doesn't understand many rules. If we teach him for a few years, it will definitely be much better."
At this time, Xu Ruping also came over and explained: "Yang Moo, you must take good care of our Xueluo from now on. Our Xueluo has a good heart and is very kind. We are reluctant to beat and scold him, so we are a little willful." , you must let her go a little bit."
"Don't worry, Auntie." Yang Mo smiled slightly and quickly took out a beauty pill from his waist and said, "This is the beauty pill I refined myself. I gave Xueluo a taste of it yesterday and it worked very well. . If you take it, the effect will definitely be better and you will be ten years younger."
"Oh, really?" Duan Ruping immediately became interested when she heard what Yang Mo said. Putting her daughter aside, she took the beauty pill and put it in her mouth.
After a while, she didn't know if it was a psychological effect or if it was really effective. She patted her face and said, "Yang Mo, look, my face is really tight. It seems that its elasticity is better. Eh. , by the way, do you still have any, I¡¯ll take a few more.¡±
When Duan Ruping heard this, Yang Mo broke into a cold sweat. How could he use the beauty pill as a meal? Moreover, the beauty pill was expensive to make.The raw materials used are very tonic. Taking a few pills at a time may be counterproductive and cause problems.
Therefore, Yang Mo advised: "Auntie, you can't take more of this. One pill a year is the best."
"Oh, that's it." After hearing what Yang Mo said, Duan Ruping gave up the idea. After a while, she ran to Zhou Xueluo again and asked Xueluo if her skin was better.
When she was disturbed like this, the serious atmosphere disappeared.
Yang Mo took advantage of the two ladies to talk, walked up to Zhou Zhu, and whispered, "When do you plan to return to the mainland?"
"Our Presbyterian Church is held on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month every year, so we won't go back for the time being." Zhou Zhu said.
"Then I have to go back first." Yang Mo said, "I still have some things to deal with on the mainland. Should Zhou Zhu kill first or wait until you arrive?"
"We'll kill him when we come. It's best to kill him on the spot in the Presbyterian Church." Zhou Zhu said.
"This" Yang Mo hesitated for a moment. This was obviously more difficult for him than assassination, but he hesitated for a while and finally agreed: "Okay, then let's keep him alive until six." The sixth day of the lunar month.¡±
"When will you return to Shanghai? Will you take Xueluo there?" asked old man Zhou Zhu.
"Of course, the sooner the better. I won't take Xueluo with me for the time being. After all, she still has school work to do. You guys should come together in June."
¡°Oh, okay, then I¡¯ll ask Shiyuan to book a flight for you later.¡±
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded, and then said a little embarrassedly: "It's best to book flights from Hong Kong to Shanghai for me."
"Okay, no problem." Zhou Zhu agreed.
After hearing this, Yang Mo breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he can get to Shanghai, he won't be afraid of running out of money.
In the afternoon, Yang Mo and Zhou Xueluo had another shot before they parted. The beating shook the ground and the sound shook the mountain. Zhou Xueluo seemed to want to keep Yang Mo in this way, but Yang Mo had to go back to Shanghai. Although he couldn't bear to part with Zhou Xueluo's superb body.
Zhou Xueluo is the most unique woman Yang Mo has ever seen in his past life. Not only is she very physically strong, but she also feels like the first time every time. This is not easy. Other women will always relax due to the increase in frequency, but she is not only not relaxed, but also intensified. Fortunately, there was enough water and it was easy to get in, but once inside, it was firmly locked in, which was extremely comfortable.
In the evening, Zhou Xueluo reluctantly left her grandfather's house with her parents. She had to go to class tomorrow. Although I had only known Yang Mo for less than 30 hours, I cried so much when I left, telling my husband that I didn¡¯t want to leave.
Yang Mo cried so much that her heart broke. Her parents even muttered: There is no place for women to stay in college.
Only the old man Zhou Zhu kept smiling and nodding: This is the right way, this is the right way!
Early the next morning, Zhou Shiyuan drove over and took Yang Mo to the airport, gave Yang Mo a ticket from Taipei to Hong Kong, and told Yang Mo that he had also bought a ticket from Hong Kong to Shanghai.
Yang Mo thought it would be a smooth journey. Unexpectedly, the plane from Taipei was delayed. And more importantly, the plane from Hong Kong has already taken off. In other words Yang Mo couldn't return to Shanghai after arriving in Hong Kong. The only way was to swim back to the mainland. But what if he was shot to death as a stowaway?
When Yang Mo was in a daze, the loudspeaker at the airport was already shouting: Mr. Yang Mo, who is flying to Hong Kong on flight gt-1134, please hurry up and board the plane Hearing this urging, Yang Mo could only grit his teeth and hold his arms. The thought of taking one step at a time entered the customs channel. There is no other way, I can't stay in Taipei, I will die laughing if I find out.
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After passing the security check and boarding the plane, Zhou Shiyuan bought Yang Mo a first-class ticket. Faced with the respectful service attitude of the stewardess, Yang Mo wished he could immediately exchange his first-class ticket for a regular class ticket so that he could get more money. Even if he couldn't, he could still scrape together some money to take the train from Hong Kong to Shanghai. But it's a pity. There are only upgrades on the plane, not downgrades.
Sitting on the first-class seat, Yang Mo looked around subconsciously to see if there was anyone sick. After a quick glance, there were quite a few sub-healthy people, but there were really no serious illnesses.
Why! Is this destiny?
Yang Mo muttered, he didn't expect that he would be so embarrassed about money. You know, he can easily save hundreds of thousands of people.
"Forget it, get off the plane and look for opportunities again. I have martial arts and medical skills, so why can't I starve to death on the streets of Hong Kong?"
Yang Mo muttered, feeling more relaxed.
I closed my eyes and squinted for a while. At this time, my bodyA man lay on the empty seat. Yang Mo originally thought that he got on the plane late enough, but he didn't expect that someone else would board a plane later than him. No wonder the plane never took off. Then he opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the guy next to him.
"Hey, Zhou Yilun.
Yang Mo couldn't help but be a little surprised. The only concert Yang Mo spent money to attend in his previous life was Zhou Yilun's cross-generation concert, but it was not a good memory. Because the location was relatively remote at that time, standing next to him was a security guard who was maintaining order. The security guard was also a Zhou Yilun fan, and then Yang Mo spent the entire concert listening to the security guard humming, and it also smelled like Sichuan spicy food. When he walked out of the stadium gate after the concert, he felt a sense of sadness that he had nowhere to vent. He spent 588 listening to a Sichuan security guard humming all night. This was too frustrating.
Since that bad memory, he has never gone to any concerts again for fear of encountering the security guard again.
Although Yang Mo likes some of Zhou Yilun's songs very much, he is not that kind of fanatical fan. When he meets his idol, he will cry more sadly than his dead father and mother, and he wishes he could scrape off two pieces of flesh as a souvenir. For Yang Mo, a song is a song, and entering is entering. The most he can do is say hello.
After being slightly surprised, he closed his eyes again. He didn't have any special thoughts.
After a while, the plane took off. The plane flew upward for about ten minutes before slowly settling down. Just as Yang Mo was lying down more comfortably, a cry of pain came from next to him. Looking sideways, I saw Zhou Erlun holding his back, gritting his teeth and screaming in pain, his face was twisted into a ball, and he didn't look as cool as he looked on stage.
"No matter how glamorous a star is, he still has to eat, drink, and defecate, and he still cries for his father and mother when he is tortured by illness." Yang Mo muttered, and after a slight glance, he discovered the cause of his illness. There is something wrong with the spine.
At this time, the flight attendant who was on call quickly ran over and asked in a low voice if he wanted to take some painkillers. Zhou Yilun's assistant quickly sent him some pills to take. After taking them, the pain was relieved a little, but his expression remained the same. Something twisted. It seemed that he had been suffering from this disease for quite some time.
Yang Mo took a look and then sniffed. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, smelling, asking and feeling, while poison medicine only pays attention to the two skills of seeing and smelling. Poison doctors have almost the most sensitive noses in the world, because what they have to distinguish is poison, which can kill you if you touch it even a little bit. In this case, can your nose not be trained?
Yang Mo sniffed, smelling a mixture of heat, poison and yin. According to Western medicine, heat poison is basically a symptom of inflammation, but for Zhou Yilun, the poisonous smell of warm heat is chronic inflammation. Yin poisoning is basically not covered by Western medicine. The treatment method of Western medicine is simple and crude. Wherever there is inflammation, it is treated with anti-inflammation, and wherever there is necrosis, it is removed. Although this treatment concept works quickly, it is negative. If you cut off whatever is broken, then why do you need a doctor? Isn¡¯t it the doctor¡¯s responsibility to restore the condition to its original state?
Traditional Chinese medicine and poison medicine are somewhat similar, but different. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to the principles of yin and yang, as well as the expression of hyperactivity and deficiency. In their view, Zhou Yilun's statement was a dual manifestation of yang hyperactivity and yin deficiency. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to treating the root cause. Although its treatment concept is more positive than Western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine has become increasingly declining as doctors who have passed it down by word of mouth for thousands of years hide their secrets. And the most important thing is that they did not study hard, but instead issued a disclaimer like "it is medicine with three parts poison". What he said is tantamount to telling patients that my medicine can cure diseases, but don't come to me if you have sequelae. I told you in advance that the medicine is poisonous.
?Compared with traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, poison medicine¡¯s treatment methods are a combination of both. It has both the simplicity and crudeness of Western medicine and the direct approach to the disease of traditional Chinese medicine. However, without the shortcomings of both, the poison doctor would never talk about amputation, nor would he say such nonsense as medicine being three parts poison. Because to poison doctors, there is nothing in the world that is not poisonous. The entire world, whether animals, plants or humans, are all interdependent. As long as poison is used properly, it can cure all diseases.
Zhou Erlun was in pain for a while, and he called his assistant and the space away, gritting his teeth and holding on with cold sweat.
His disease is called ankylosing spondylitis, which is hereditary and basically impossible to cure. Therefore, the only way to cure it is to suppress the pain.
However, this disease can be treated for Yang Mo. Because he now has the Ice Soul Divine Needle in his hand. The Ice Soul Divine Needle, as its name suggests, is extremely cold and stern. It is probably the coldest type of Silver Needle in public. Now, in Zhou Yilun's situation, it was necessary to reach the extremely cold Ice Soul Divine Needle directly to the lesion, and Yang Mo would stimulate the poisonous internal energy to pour it into it, killing the toxins, eliminating inflammation, and then draining out the venom.
By repeating this three to four times, eradication is not a very serious problem.
This treatment procedure is extremely complicated. If it were in the past, Yang Mo would definitely not be looking for trouble. However, today is different. He didn't even have money for a plane ticket.
So, he turned his head sideways and said to Zhou Erlun: "Turn sideways, and I will give you a massage to relieve your pain. Your pain is in the bone marrow, and taking painkillers will not have much effect. .¡±
Zhou Erlun turned his head when he heard what Yang Mo said. Although Yang Mo's words touched his heart, seeing that Yang Mo was so young, he couldn't help but be suspicious. But he had good intentions, and he was too embarrassed to refuse, so he stood there awkwardly, neither refusing nor agreeing.
Seeing his appearance, Yang Mo smiled slightly and said, "Just lie down, I can't harm you. And you are already terminally ill, and it can't get worse."
"Oh, okay, thank you!" Zhou Erlun thought about it, so he said thank you, then quickly put down the back seat and lay down on it.
After Zhou Erlun lay down, he immediately mobilized his zhenqi, then took out a thin needle made of cow hair and inserted it into the spine very quickly. As soon as Zhou Erlun felt a hint of pain, he was frozen by the bone-deep cold. All the pain disappeared instantly, and he only felt that his back was so cold that he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The pain stopped immediately. Zhou Erlun subconsciously felt a sense of relief and said, "Oh, that's not bad!"
Yang Mo, whose catchphrase was imitated by some artists, almost vomited. Now that he hears the authentic version, he feels a little bored.
Tired of boredom, the work on his hands was not idle at all, and the poisonous inner energy was poured into it continuously. Zhou Yilun only felt a trace of warmth in the coldness invaded his bone marrow, warm and comfortable. But there was a slight tingling sensation, and I wanted to scratch it but couldn't reach out. Because Yang Mo hit his spine directly and controlled his ability to move, making him unable to move.
Yang Mo conveyed it for a while, cleaning up the source of chronic inflammation inside, thinking that if he continued to pour poisonous gas, this guy might not be able to bear it and would be disabled for life. He quickly calmed down his inner strength, then took out a few more ice soul silver needles, inserted them in, and slowly spiraled them out.
Some of the bone marrow adulterated by the source of the disease flowed out along with the venom. It took nearly five or six minutes to eliminate it, and finally it was completely eliminated.
Yang Mo withdrew the Ice Soul Needle, and immediately, Zhou Erlun felt relieved, and all his pain disappeared. He shook his head, stood up and moved again, feeling more comfortable and relaxed than ever before.
"Oh, oh, what a shame!" Zhou Erlun tilted his head and praised Yang Mo with his thumb.
Yang Mo doesn¡¯t want to listen to his praises. What he wants is money, because what he lacks now is money. Therefore, he was not polite and said directly: "I just gave you a simple treatment. You won't have any pain within three months. However, if you want a radical cure, it will take at least three to four times." treatment, and you must continue to exercise during this period. The external factors I give you are very important, and at the same time, your internal exercises are also very important. By the way. The fee for this treatment is 50,000 yuan."
"Fifty thousand yuan in RMB?" Zhou Elun was slightly surprised.
"Yes, to deposit RMB, you need cash." Yang Mo said the word cash emphatically.
"No problem." Although Zhou Yilun didn't expect Yang Mo to suddenly ask for money, he felt that it was worth spending 50,000 yuan to relieve his pain, so he readily agreed immediately.
"When will it be given?" Yang Mo was a little anxious.
Seeing that Yang Mo was so anxious, Zhou Erlun was a little confused: Is he afraid that I won't give him the money? I am a big star who has just been born. Now I am the most popular in the three places across the Taiwan Strait, okay? Is he still afraid that I won¡¯t give him money?
?Perplexed, he still gave the answer: "I got off the plane and asked my assistant to transfer the money to you. I didn't bring so much cash."
"Okay, hurry up then. I'm short of money." Yang Mo muttered, turned around and fell asleep.
Zhou Erlun was even more surprised when he saw this. He thought to himself, how can such a young person not care about the entertainment industry at all?
If Yang Mo knew that he was muttering this in his heart, he would definitely tell him: I don't care at all, do you want me to tell you which songs will be in the next few albums? Do you want me to tell you that in the future you will have an affair with a young model and make a few movies that will be a flop at the box office?
Chapter 0161 Yang Mo turned around and slowly fell asleep. He didn¡¯t know how long it took in his daze. The plane arrived in Hong Kong. When he got off the plane, Yang Mo didn¡¯t pay attention. He followed Zhou Yilun all the way and waited. He would later withdraw money for himself.
Butas soon as he came out of the passage, he felt something was wrong. Because a large group of fans were gathering at the exit holding various signs. Just when Yang Mo was about to step forward and say something to Zhou Erlun, a large number of fans came in like water, chanting about Jay Chou, crying and howling as if his father was dead.
Yang Mo was imprisoned??With such a rush, he rushed to the corner. Zhou Yilun's four gangster security guards quickly gathered him together and swam out. Yang Mo tried to rush over, but found that he couldn't squeeze into the crowded entrance. I had no choice but to use my inner strength to squeeze all the way through. The crazy fans around me fell to the ground one by one in order to avoid a trampling accident. Yang Mo had to stop and pull up the fallen fan.
¡°After all calculations, Yang Mo never expected that he would fall on his fans. These guys are really crazy.
Yang Mo shook his head and stepped aside. Looking at the vast sea of ??fans, he admitted defeat. The corner of his mouth muttered involuntarily: "If I had known I would have asked him for money on the plane, even if it is only 10,000 yuan."
While muttering, I took out all the more than 1,000 Taiwan dollars in my pocket, walked out of the lobby, and walked to a bank window where I could exchange Taiwan dollars. I changed them all into Hong Kong dollars, which is equivalent to 450 yuan, which is a few steel coins plus A few measly banknotes.
"This" Yang Mo threw away the steel in his hand, feeling indescribably desolate.
In this place, I am not familiar with the place where I was born, and unlike Taipei, I can communicate in Mandarin. If you follow me and speak Cantonese, isn't it like a chicken speaking like a duck?
There was no other way, so Yang Mo could only take a taxi to Luohu Port and take a boat through the customs to Shenzhen. Although Shenzhen is also a Cantonese-speaking area, it is at least a experimental field for reform and opening up. It has people from all over the country and basically communicates in Mandarin. It is not as serious of xenophobia as other Cantonese-speaking areas.
After getting ashore, Yang Mo quickly took the remaining money and exchanged it for 120 RMB. After exchanging the RMB, he quickly turned on his mobile phone and recharged it with 20 RMB in a very economical way. With only 100 yuan left, it would be a long way off to buy a train ticket to Shanghai.
There is no other way but to seek medical advice.
Walking in the bustling street, there is a constant flow of people coming and going, and there are indeed many people who are sick, but when entering home, they don't admit that they are sick at all, and instead scold Yang Mo for being sick. After being rejected one after another, Yang Mo learned his lesson and simply took a piece of chalk and wrote a few big words on the ground: "Cures all diseases, immediate results."
After writing, I sat next to him, bought two bottles of drinks, and waited leisurely for him to come through the door. In sharp contrast to the beggar next to him.
Yang Mo sat for more than an hour and drank three or four bottles of mineral water, but no one came to consult. Instead, two little girls came over and placed ten dollars. I don¡¯t know if they were kind-hearted or if they put it in the wrong place. Anyway, Yang Mo immediately caught up with her and returned the money to the little girl, telling her righteously: I am not a beggar.
Yang Mo said so seriously that the little girl was so frightened that she almost cried. She took the money and ran away.
Yang Mo returned the money and sat back down. The old man sitting next to him, wearing a pair of sunglasses and pretending to be blind, came over and said in a strong Nanyu accent: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't you want the money? Too little?" "
"I'm not a beggar." Yang Mo said seriously. When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, thinking about how beautiful he was on Shanghai Beach? He earned hundreds of thousands of dollars, but now he has to compete with beggars for food. If you tell me this how can you save face!
"Are you really not a beggar?" The blind man in sunglasses lowered his glasses, looked carefully for a while, and said, "There are indeed no beggars who are so neat and tidy."
After Yang Mo heard what he said, he turned around and refused to pay attention to him. He was too lazy to argue with a beggar.
"You are really a doctor, right?" The blind man in sunglasses was used to the cold looks from home anyway, so he was not at all wary of Yang Mo's turning away and continued to ask questions.
"Nonsense." Yang Mo rolled his eyes at him. - 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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