C127 Master zhang (2/2)

”Good, the heavens are helping us. Slice the 100-year-old ginseng, about 0.5 cm thick, and remember to tie the rest with a red string. The other one will be cooked with a slow fire. ” Fang Yang said as he stood up. He asked Shen Furong for a room and had him bring all the antique calligraphy and paintings in.

It consumed too much spiritual energy to treat Shen Tong's illness, so Fang Yang had to rearrange the formation every three hours. He could not supply it by cultivating on his own. After two rounds, there was not much left in his Dantian. Thus, he thought of this method of absorbing external things.

Of the ten antique calligraphy and paintings, he would encounter at least one. Fang Yang immediately absorbed it and then refined it into his Dantian.

After three days passed just like that, Fang Yang's head was almost completely covered in white hair. It was a happy thing, Shen Tong's curse had already been completely suppressed, the red lifeline was more than three feet tall, and completely escaped from his life.

Walking out of Shen Tong's room, Fang Yang felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. He told Shen Furong that he would come here once in awhile, until he found a way to completely cure Shen Tong's illness.

”You still have to continue collecting antique calligraphy and paintings?” If there were none, then he would have to search for some strange ancient items. As for these, you can handle it yourself. You can sell it or collect it. ” Fang Yang leaned on the sofa, looking exhausted.

He looked at his half-white hair in the mirror and shook his head helplessly. It took him at least three months to recover.

But the good thing was, Fang Yang's cultivation had advanced even more. His blood vessels and bones had undergone new changes. His dantian's capacity had doubled from before.

Fang Yang rested at Shen Family for the entire morning. After lunch, he drove back to Jiangbei Province. Before leaving, Shen Furong gave Fang Yang a card, saying that it was a limitless sum, waiting for him to swipe.

”Uncle Shen is unable to return the favor, all that can be given to you now is money.” I heard that you set up a club in Jiangbei and I took the initiative to buy you a plot of land in the middle of the city. When you have time, come take a look and open a branch in the Songjiang River. ” Shen Furong's face was full of gratitude.

This time Fang Yang did not refuse and accepted it with a smile. Then, he drove back to Jiangbei Province.

Fang Yang did not return to Hundred Flowers Technology and instead went to the Yangming Club. During these three days, Cao Miaoyu called him a few times, saying that the membership card had been completed, and told him to go back to take a look.

He drove the car to the side of the club without notifying Cao Miaoyu yet. He saw three Mercedes-Benz parked at the club's entrance. There were at least seven or eight noisy cars behind a man in his fifties, glaring at him angrily.

Standing in front of them was the group from Yang Ming Club. Cao Miaoyu looked at them coldly with a disdainful expression on her face. Li Shan brought seven or eight security guards and rushed to the front of the group and asked: ”What do you mean, brother? You want to fight? ”

”This is Master Zhang Zhiqiang. Where's your boss? Get him out of here quickly.” A lackey pointed at Zhang Zhiqiang and said arrogantly.

Fang Yang just happened to hear this sentence, and frowned. He knew Zhang Zhiqiang's name. After entering university, he would be a local tyrant for Jiangbei City. However, he was caught red-handed within a few years, but he didn't know the specific reason.

Now that the person had appeared, it was obvious that he had come with ill intentions.

”I'm the boss, why are you looking for me?” Fang Yang parked the car beside the group and walked out.