Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

"Let me demonstrate."

Cong Youyan stretched his hands and feet, and suddenly his whole body swelled up, simulating the posture of a bear, his fists curled into palms and hanging on his abdomen, he shook his arms up and down, looked around with piercing eyes, and walked in the living room step by step, shaking his head, occasionally He would also put his limbs on the ground, raise his head and make a roar, and after repeating it nine times, he put his fists together in front of his chest, and got up from work.

"Wu Qin Xi is a fitness technique created by our ancestors by simulating the daily forms of animals. This set is imitating the movements of bears. It is suitable for people with a calm personality to practice. As long as you adjust your breathing well and your steps are as vigorous as a big bear, you will soon realize the meaning of it." It's the essence. Yin'er, try it."

Mr. Shang, whose face was slightly red, looked away, and said lightly: "It's too ugly! I don't want to learn!"

"No, Yin'er, your viscera have been empty for a long time, and you need to exercise to stabilize your meridians. I also have a kung fu method to dredge Ren Du's two meridians, and I will teach you another day. When the meridians are unblocked, people will naturally Get fit."

"I usually do some yoga..."

"Yoga, what is that?" Cong Youyan didn't believe that there was another exercise that was more effective than Wu Qin Xi.

"A kind of static exercise that practices exhalation and breathing, and tempers people's perseverance and perseverance."

"Plagiarism! It's found in these five-animal dramas. Ordinarily, our patriarch must be the smarter! Therefore, this yoga instructor must have plagiarized us. I want to ask him to argue!"

Uncle Da, Old Wu has been listening.

Hearing this, the two stopped the porcelain bowls in their hands and looked over.

Old Wu held back abruptly, not daring to laugh.

Uncle Da laughed without hesitation: "Hurry up and find someone to reason with, I will provide the air tickets."

Cong Youyan reacted quickly, turned his head and asked, "Why, isn't this guy from China?"

Uncle Da nodded and couldn't help laughing, "Yes, yes, the plagiarism you mentioned lives behind the highest mountain. There is a country called India Asan, and yoga originated there. Go quickly, and I will immediately I'll find you a plane ticket and a passport."

"Uncle Da!" Shang Heyin shook his head with a smile, and stopped him in a slightly reproachful voice: "Don't bully him."

Turning Yuyan's eyes, he suddenly understood, and his nostrils were turned up with anger: "Old man Da, it was a waste of my pure and kind heart to treat you, but you set me up, I remember you!"

Uncle Da didn't even shake him, and patted his chest with a smile: "I'm so full tonight, the jokes of the ignorant and fearless can make up a few pots of food."

Seeing Congyouyan's uneasy expression, Shang Heyin hurriedly coughed a few times.

Uncle Da understood, got up and saluted, "Master, you have a new play tomorrow and you need to go back to the troupe to check the lines. Go to rest early, and I will go back to the room."

Shang Heyin shrugged apologetically at Cong Youyan with a regret of 'it's not that I don't want to exercise, but that time doesn't permit', and went upstairs with a smile.

Facing the table full of leftovers, Cong Youyan gritted his teeth and decided to turn his grief and anger into motivation for work, and waved his hand: "Old Wu!"

Old Wu hurriedly left his job and ran over, heeding the orders.

"Clean up quickly and bring the medicine man up, let's continue tonight!"

Soon, the trolley was rolled out again, and the "voluntary medicine man" on the simple stretcher blinked, his face was wrapped in gauze, and he was in good spirits.

Cong Youyan nodded in satisfaction, facing the camera and said, "Tonight is the time to reveal the mystery."

The medicine man who had no ability to resist was moved to the cooking table by Lao Wu.

Youyan opened the homemade needlework bag prepared by Youyan, found a long and narrow knife, and tapped it from top to bottom along the mummified human figure, jokingly said with a smile: "I remember a martial arts book The sages said that if you want to practice magical skills, you must first leave the palace. If the skill reaches the ninth level, changing the appearance is also a matter of the palm of the hand."

Such an unreliable martial arts book is simply unbelievable!The eyes of the medicine man on the cooking table suddenly widened, and he blinked desperately.

Cong Youyan raised his knife and smiled: "Of course, we are educated and cultured young people, how can we believe the words in the book?"

After hearing this, the medicine man let out a sigh of relief.

"True knowledge comes from practice! So tonight's experiment is a critical moment to demonstrate the inference!"

Yaoren's eyes widened again, and tears of excitement were about to fall.

Cong Yuyan was very patient, picked up a tissue, and helped the medicine man wipe away tears, "An, An, don't cry! You are the protagonist tonight, don't be nervous!"

Yaoren couldn't believe Cong Youyan's words, and continued to cry.

Standing under the gorgeous chandelier, Cong Youyan looked at the camera with a smile, and shook his index finger: "Tonight is the moment to witness a miracle. In fact, protecting the skin and caring for the body doesn't need to be so complicated, just use my With the secret recipe for health preservation, no matter how rotten the face is, it can be restored to its original state."

The medicine man pricked up his ears and tensed his nerves.

The sharp knife in Yu Yan's hand picked up the medicine man's wrist, and a blood line suddenly came out, "Hey, for example, the volunteer in front of me, his physique is actually very average, and I don't know what prohibited drugs he took, but his internal strength has improved. Quite a few, but the foundation is damaged, and the meridians are covered with hidden wounds!"

"Shua! Shua! Shua!" Changing various angles from Youyan, he turned the sharp knife in his hand into afterimages, and quickly cut the bandages of the medicine man on the cooking table like a butcher cutting a cow.

Under the old scab removed last night, a very thin layer of tender red muscle was exposed, and under the newly grown skin, blood vessels were tremblingly transporting blood.

Dark red, dark blue, two-color meridians, breathing oxygen under the tip of the knife.

It's like eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival. After carefully peeling off the zongzi leaves, the crystal clear and white glutinous rice wrapped with red dates is displayed steaming hot in the diner's bowl, waiting for the gluttons to have a full meal.

Definitely fresh from the oven.

Old Wu opened his mouth wide, and almost let out a weird cry.

The original swollen muscle was too sticky due to the aorta, when Yu Yan cut it off last night, he was merciless.

In my memory, I still have a face full of bones, but today I can see initial results.Such a result cannot but be said to be a miracle.

With a move from Yuyan's hands, the neatly arranged knives, scissors, needles, and medicinal powder in the cloth bag danced on the face of the medicinal man as if manipulated by a ghost.

Old Wu thought that he was hallucinating, and when he stared at the focus, his heart became more and more horrified. The man in front of the camera must not be described by the standards of normal people.

Under the shadow of the lamp, Yuyan's pupils reflected the exact hand speed.

Maybe a few minutes passed, or maybe it took longer, after the nimble and slender fingers passed through the last stitch, they sprinkled the freshly ground medicine powder from Yuyan, and re-wrapped the gauze.

Lao Wu hastily handed over a towel to help Congyouyan wipe off his sweat, and by the way, flattered him wildly.

Youyan lifted the medicine man's chin, picked up a freshly squeezed yellow pill, stuffed it in, and then raised his eyes to face the camera, he shrugged arrogantly and coolly: "This is a powerful Zhuyan pill." , the effect of nourishing the skin after injury is good. No 98, no 998, only 9998! Only 5 pieces are sold for a limited time tonight."

Oh shit, what a price!Old Wu secretly blinked.

I saw it from the corner of You Yan's eyes, and I was puzzled: "Old Wu, why are you blinking? Could it be that you were moved to tears by the preferential price?"

Oh shit, what a weird brain circuit!Old Wu had no choice but to remind his scalp: "Master, the price you set...is it the wrong way?"

"No!" Cong Youyan said righteously: "The price I set is fair and honest, and it is absolutely worth the money. Now that there is a shortage of high-quality raw materials, what is more terrifying than the shortage of raw materials is the fault of talents."

Cong Youyan raised his chin in compassion: "I am Chinese civilization, a thousand-year-old treasure, how many people can truly comprehend it? I am willing to take on this important task. My purpose of serving the public is to make the world a better place!"

Oh grass, you are so talented!Old Wu sniffled silently, and responded honestly: "Who says it's not? Only you, master, have the heart of a bodhisattva to do it."

"That's natural!" Cong Yuyan turned around as a matter of course, and said earnestly: "Alas... Although everyone knows that the effect of marrow washing will be better through learning, but the spiritual power here is scarce and wasted, so we can only make do with it. Make some health-preserving pills and take them, which are more conducive to absorption."

Old Wu gave a thumbs up: "Master, you are so right, this is what it is called, and the body is the same!"

Cong Yuyan praised and looked at the camera: "Look, as long as you are willing to learn, and willing to learn, even a rotten wood like Lao Wu knows the simple truth of body and soil. Alright, let's stop here tonight, and tomorrow we will Let's look at the recovery of the volunteers' skin."