Chapter 822 (1/2)

Don't be full when you eat, and don't be full when you talk.

Fang Yan understood that master tianjizi had some reservations. Since he was willing to offer to help Grandpa with his leg disease, it proved that he was sure to be able to cure his grandfather's leg paralysis. At least it will improve the legs.

Tianjizi's master just said that Grandpa's legs were ”dead”, but Fang Yan knew that his unique skill was ”dead wood brings spring”. If he can rejuvenate these two ”dead wood” legs of Grandpa, isn't that the supreme meaning of Taoism?

”Thank you, master.” Fang Yan said gratefully. ”Thank you, master.”

Tianji son nodded and walked to the back of Fang Huwei's wheelchair with a whisk in his hand.

Fang Huwei and Fang yanye and sun are curious. The father of Fang Huwei is obviously injured in his leg. What does tianjizi do when he runs to the back of a man?

”The human body is like a tree, and the soul of the tree is at the root. As long as the root is constantly cut off, nourished by water and bathed by Chengyang, it can radiate new vitality and sprout new buds. ” Tianjizi understood the doubts in Fangyan's heart and explained. ”Those who only know headache, head and leg pain and leg pain are non-invasive quacks. Most head diseases can be well treated and improved on the sole of the foot. There are many acupoints on the sole of the foot, each of which corresponds to the major organs of the human body - this is also the principle of barefoot health care. ”

Tianjizi held the dust in one hand and put the other hand on the top of Fang Huwei's head.

”As I said just now, Fang's legs are dead. It's very difficult to treat diseases from his legs. Because it's hard to bear the force and cross the Qi. In this way, we can only work together or return without success. ” Tianji son's words are quite instructive to Fang Yan. He looks at Fang Yan and says, ”you should keep in mind.”

Fang Yan said respectfully, ”I have been taught.”

Tianji son nodded. He didn't see any movement, but his palm was green.

The blue light enveloped the part of the top of the heaven's spiritual cover of Fang Huwei's father, as if to open a hole there and drill in.

In a few seconds, the old man Fang Huwei had a sweat on his forehead.

Half a minute later, Mr. Fang Huwei was sweating profusely, even his clothes were soaked.

Fang Yan was surprised, but he didn't disturb.

He was afraid that he would affect master's treatment, because he knew better than anyone in his heart how much grandpa wished he could stand up.

Don't underestimate the enemy's ability to stand up when he is picked out.

When Fang's family was despised and bullied, he said he hated that he could not stand up.

When Fang Yan's father, Fang Yixing, died at the entrance of yanziwu village, Fang Yan went home with his father's body.

On that day, grandpa didn't say a word in his wheelchair. However, Fang Yan will never forget his eyes at that time -- grief to death, despair, guilt and hatred.

It was a pair of blood red eyes, no tears, but let everyone who saw want to cry.

It is precisely because it is hard to forget that pair of eyes, so Fang Yan kept the tomb for his father in the three years of self blame.

If he could be earlier, if he could be faster, would he be able to save his father? Can let Grandpa not experience the thing that white hair person sends black hair person's life to ache?

Close to two minutes, Fang Huwei's body began to tremble, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from making a painful hum.

His hands were shaking in his wheelchair, and his legs, which had been hard to move for many years, began to move - small as they were, they could still be seen quivering.

”Moving.” Fang Yan's face is full of surprises. ”His legs are moving --”

Fang Huwei's eyes are wide open. He feels a hot torrent running in his body. It's like burning red steel water flowing into the ditch, which will vigorously open the blocked blood vessels and acupoints in the body.