Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 196 The Force of Wind

a month later.

"Brother Zhong, come and see." Accompanied by a hearty laugh, in a remote courtyard in Xiaoyanggang Town, a scruffy middle-aged man held a spinning top in his hand, and showed it to the young man in front of him as if offering a treasure.

Zhong Ci turned his head with a smile on his face, and in the other man's hand was a spinning top made of wood, spinning rapidly.

But the strange thing was that the middle-aged man's hands were shaking constantly, but the top didn't shift or stop at all, and it was still spinning rapidly.

It's as if the spinning top is in a world of its own.

In this world, no external force can affect this spinning top. It has its own kinetic energy, supporting it to spin rapidly.

Zhong Ci is not surprised by this method.

Because this is not difficult for any monk who has cultivated some mana.

But Zhong Ci knew it.

The sloppy middle-aged man in front of him has no magic power in his body, nor any other system of power. He is just an ordinary mortal.

Even though he is the protagonist of this world, Lang Ming's father Lang Jing.

"Did you see it? This is the power of the wind. I told you that I am Xia Lan. I can control the power of the wind. I didn't lie to you." Lang Jing smiled proudly.

"Well, it's really amazing." A strange look flashed in Zhong Ci's eyes, and he nodded in agreement.In the past month, he has come to this man's house every now and then, and the time he spends with him is not too short.

Of course, he couldn't understand what kind of person Lang Jing was.

He had also used his primordial power to probe the other party's body before, and as a mortal, Lang Jing had unknowingly exposed his entire self to Zhong Ci's eyes.

However, when he probed again with Yuanshen power, he found a trace of magic power in the opponent's body.

It is the power of the law.

Rather than other so-called mana, or miscellaneous energies such as spiritual power.

But how is this possible?

A mere mortal, how can He Dehe be able to grasp the power of the law.

"And the power of this law is so powerful!"

There was a flash of shock in Zhong Ci's heart.

He faintly sensed the power of law in the opponent's body, which was almost comparable to the law of fire that he had cultivated all the way.

A trace of jealousy suddenly appeared in his heart.

He practiced hard on his own, but on the contrary, he went through countless tribulations and endured countless trials. Only then, relying on his superior talent, entered the realm of Nascent Soul.

But Lang Jing in front of him had obtained the power of Dharma that belonged to Venerable Nascent Soul so easily.

How can he be?
What can He De He can?
"This is definitely not the power he came from through hard work."

Zhong Ci's thoughts changed sharply, and he began to continuously analyze the power in Lang Jing's body.

"If you remember well, in the world of Wind Curse, the unique power system is divided into Xia Lan, Zero Power, and the power of ancient monsters.

And Xia Lan's power is innate, it cannot be obtained through acquired cultivation, it can only be passed down through blood.

Lang Jing claimed that he was of Xialan's bloodline, which was indeed the case. Even his son relied on the power of wind awakened by this bloodline to defeat the resurrected Taotie and save the world.

So, he is the power of the awakened blood? "

Think of this.

Zhong Ci calmed down his little jealousy.

The power obtained by relying on bloodline has its limit after all, and if you rely too much on bloodline, you will eventually be limited by bloodline.

Because Xia Lan can prolong life appropriately.

But compared to monks who have been at ease for thousands of years, what is the life span of hundreds of years?
Moreover, relying on blood inheritance is too unstable for power, because blood descendants cannot guarantee that each generation can awaken, and whether the power and awakened power can be as powerful as their ancestors.

These are some disadvantages.

"But even so, this is very enviable." Zhong Ci sighed quietly.

"Wow! Daddy is amazing!"

There was an exclamation in the ear, and then I saw a child flying over, lying on the table, looking at the spinning top in his father's hand, with curiosity and admiration on his face.

"What's so great about it."

At this time, a young woman came over. It was the woman who came to Zhongci to treat her son Yue ago, that is, Lang Jing's wife Sister Mei.

She patted her son Lang Ming's head, then waved her hand, and with a snap, she knocked away the spinning top in Lang Jing's hand.

Sister Mei said unhappily: "I know Xia Lan Xia Lan every day, and I don't know how to go out to make some money. I live by changing the property of sellers, and I live on nothing. Sooner or later, my family will be ruined. At that time, we will all drink from the northwest wind." go."

Hearing his wife's harsh words, Lang Jing shrank his head immediately, and smiled flatteringly: "Sister Mei, don't be angry, it's all my fault, my fault. I'm not capable."

"It's good that you know." Sister Mei snorted coldly, but she also knew that her husband could not change his temper. She turned her head, with a smile on her face, and said to Zhong Ci kindly: "Mr. Zhong, what are you doing? The medicine really worked, and my son can now see some blurred shadows.

I knew that my son was not really blind. He had a disease that could be cured. Thanks to you, I could..."

As Sister Mei spoke, she couldn't help crying.

As soon as she cried, Lang Ming and Lang Jing next to her were in a panic, standing by the side to persuade her, and neither did she.

Zhong Ci watched this scene quietly.

He originally planned to settle down in this small town. While waiting for the plot to start, he also sorted out his own cultivation, trying to fully develop his current combat power in the Shenfu realm.

However just now.

Seeing Lang Jing again, who was just an ordinary person, suddenly became a low-end version of the venerable with the power of magic.

His mind suddenly changed.

A vague plan slowly took shape in his mind.

Zhong Ci concealed the slight change of emotion in his eyes and said with a smile: "It would be best to have an effect. In fact, Lang Ming was only affected by some external air when he was pregnant, so he hurt his eyes. However, through the conditioning of the day after tomorrow, his eyes were injured. It can also be recovered slowly.

Now that some blurred images can be seen, this shows that my method is still somewhat effective.

How about this.

I'll prescribe a few more medicines for you, and change the prescription, the effect should be better. "

while talking.

Zhong Ci took the pen and paper and wrote down a prescription.

After the prescription was finished, Sister Mei who was next to her quickly took the prescription, wiped her tears at the same time, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhong, I really don't know how to repay you."

"You're welcome." Zhong Ci waved his hand, and said calmly: "It's our duty to benevolent doctors, to help those in need, so there's no need to say thank you."

'What's more, this prescription can indeed cure the disease, but whether it can cure the eyes in the end is not certain. Zhong Ci finally added something in his heart, but didn't say it out.

True.

This prescription can indeed cure the disease, and the effect is indeed better.

But only a little.

That is, the medicinal materials inside are also more expensive, more than ten times more expensive than the previous prescription.

He looked around at the dilapidated courtyards that hadn't been repaired for a long time, and shook his head in his heart.

With this dilapidated family background, at most a dozen prescriptions of medicinal materials would be enough, and it would not be able to support the entire course of treatment.

So the final outcome.

It can only be halfway through the treatment, and the medication has to be stopped, and all previous efforts have been wasted.

Such is the misery of poverty.

So poverty is also a disease, and it is a fatal disease.

"But so what?

I have already given you the method to save people, whether it can be done is the other party's business.

After all, I didn't do harm to the other party, did I?
Instead, it helped the other person. "

Zhong Ci smiled in his heart, and then continued to chat with Sister Mei and the others, and then slowly walked away from the courtyard amidst the words of gratitude from the other party.

The setting sun slanted.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhong Ci's figure slowly disappeared in the alley.

(End of this chapter)