In the small courtyard, Feng Jueyu sat under the pavilion, looking at the pleasant yet unfamiliar scenery around him, and couldn't help but feel an urge to die...

While speaking, Feng Jue was always paying attention to Shangguan Ruowen's expression and the changes in his eyes. As the king of assassins in his previous life, Feng Jue's insight could be called abnormal.

After the killer Feng, who traveled through this life and acted as a spicy teacher and successfully induced a good young man to choose a shameless way of revenge, he felt much better.

Shangguan Tengfeng had a son in his middle age, and he and his wife naturally treated Shangguan Ruofan as their treasure. Although he was indignant and seemed to be disappointed with his son just now, he was probably pretending. He could not bear to teach his son, who was not even 12 years old, a lesson.

"Wait till the fifteenth appears, and pierce the chrysanthemum with a sword?"

The strange movement of his soul made Feng Jueyu eager to find out the secret of "Hong Yuan Dian". At this moment, the killer Feng suddenly had a special realization that this ultimate secret book, which brought him from his previous life to another world and was praised by both the black and white worlds and the ancient martial arts tradition as the most secret in the world, must have a shocking secret.

The 12-year-old Shangguan Ruofan didn't notice anything about the change in Feng the Killer's temperament which was quickly restrained. Seeing that he had returned to his lazy look, Shangguan Ruofan hurried forward and put the box on the table, opened the hollow lid, and the room was immediately filled with fragrance.

Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.

However, at noon, sporadic drizzles began to fall over Tiannan City. The pearl-like raindrops fell sparsely at first, and within a quarter of an hour, the rain gradually became heavier, like a natural curtain hanging down from the sky.

It is said in medical skills that those who study medicine must understand: observation, auscultation, inquiry and palpation, only then can they be considered a good doctor or a good physician.

You should know that the art of acupuncture is all about skill and timing. It uses a silver needle as thin as a hair to pierce the acupuncture points to open the meridians, regulate qi and blood, and balance the yin and yang of the human body. Each piercing should not be too heavy or too light. According to the severity of the disease, the doctor needs to observe and change the patient and adjust the depth and strength of the silver needle in the acupuncture point at any time, so as to finally balance the yin and yang and achieve the purpose of curing the disease and saving lives.

After listening to the bitter and heartfelt words of the grandfather and grandson, Feng Jueyu roughly understood why Jishifang was going to close down. In the final analysis, it was still a problem of industry monopoly.

"Mr. Li, Tong'er, Yuanshan, don't be anxious yet. Don't we still have ten days? We need to think about this matter carefully."

Feng Jueyu finally remembered that there was something he couldn't remember when he came out. It turned out that today was the day his future daughter-in-law would come home.

That night, the chill of early spring had not yet dissipated, and the cool air filled the quiet courtyard.

"Fuck."