Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

Chapter 246 The Zheng Family And Zheng Yuanming Are All Fake!

In the manor, Master Mu sighed and shook his head, expressing his helplessness, after collecting the spiritual needle, he was too embarrassed to ask for the consultation fee, so he just left.

Before leaving, he only left one sentence.

"My son's time is running out, and his memory will get worse and worse. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, do it as soon as possible, and don't leave any regrets."

As soon as these words came out, the entire Zheng Family Manor was immediately filled with grief. They couldn't understand why Mr. Zheng suddenly became terminally ill.

He is obviously such a good person, except that he always catches everyone calling him the sword god alive, besides the fact that he likes to make the master angry, except that he eats and drinks heartlessly... he can't pick out the appearance of a playboy at all.

This is really very rare.

Although everyone didn't respect him very much, they didn't hate him either. When they served him well, they would occasionally be rewarded with a sword, which could be sold for a lot of money.

Aside from being caught calling Sword God and going out with him to bluff... no, it was easier to die when bluffing around, they really couldn't find anything wrong with them.

A good young man, is he going to die like this?

Everyone can't figure it out.

Elder Zheng looked sad: "Grandson, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

After being needled, Zheng Yuanming's entire face was numb, his eyes were dull, and when someone called him, his dull eyes gradually came back to life.

boom!

I was stunned for a moment...

He jumped onto the table, raised his foot and kicked at Mr. Zheng, and said viciously: "Grandson, who the hell are you, who are you calling grandson here? You are the grandson, and your whole family is grandson!"

Mr. Zheng was caught off guard, and was kicked flying out, and hit the wall heavily. He didn't know whether it was from anger or pain, and pointed at Zheng Yuanming tremblingly.

"quick!"

"His memory is confused again, increase the dose!"

Zheng Yuanming shouted while resisting.

"Don't catch me!"

"where is this place!"

The entourage rushed forward, and dozens of people fought together, but they were unable to suppress him.

The butler ran out and said in a panic: "Young Master, this is your home, how can you beat the master and treat him so disrespectfully, calm down..."

"Nonsense, I am the living sword god, and I have always been alone, why come home, why come grandpa!"

"Hahahaha, the fake ones are all fake ones, the Zheng family and Zheng Yuanming are all fake!"

"Don't touch this Sword God!"

"This sword god doesn't want to take medicine, this sword god is not crazy, there are always evil spirits trying to harm me!"

"Hahaha, all of you troublemakers want to harm my sword god, Immortal Sword! Immortal Sword! Protector! Hurry up and protect the Lord, be as urgent as the law, and help me slay demons and demons!"

...

Seeing that everyone still couldn't hold Zheng Yuanming back, Mr. Zheng got up and followed him to help. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, he was kicked by this bastard from time to time when he found the right time.

After finally stabilizing Zheng Yuanming, his whole body was covered in footprints, and his face turned dark on the spot. He was so angry that he wanted to take out the magic whip every minute, and teach this rebellious and unfilial son a good lesson.

But considering Zheng Yuanming's condition, he could only sigh softly and waved his hand, "Send the young master down, when you wake up, call me again."

"yes!"

A group of people retreated immediately and guarded Zheng Yuanming strictly, fearing that he would lose his mind and do something shocking to the world.

Elder Zheng looked sad, and turned to look at the ancestral hall of the Zheng family, feeling ashamed of his ancestors.

Yuanming's mind is so unclear now, could it be that he blames himself for being too harsh in the usual lessons?

Hey, I regret it at the beginning, I knew that I had treated him better since I was a child, and beat him less...

Zheng Yuanming fell ill until night, and gradually recovered his sanity after midnight.

"Yuanming, how do you feel now?"

Sitting beside the hospital bed, Mr. Zheng asked with concern in a soft tone he had never had before.

Zheng Yuanming only felt a splitting headache, and he hammered his head hard, "It hurts, the sea of ​​consciousness is about to explode, just like sponges that have absorbed water and are forcibly squeezed together to squeeze out the water..."

"My soul has become dry, I'm going crazy!"

Zheng Yuanming howled in pain, wishing he could hit his head on the ground.

"Grandpa, why don't you kill me!"

The pain in his soul was already unbearable for Zheng Yuanming.

Hearing this, Mr. Zheng's face turned pale, he stumbled, and his energy seemed to be taken away.

"No, you can't die."

"Your Dage and your second brother are both guarding the border. Your parents went on a secret mission not long after you were born. They haven't come back for ten years."

"You never called out brother, never called out parents, you have to live, live well, let them come back to see you, you have to live and be filial to us!"

Beads the size of soybeans rolled down Zheng Yuanming's forehead. If this continues, he will either continue to go crazy, or he will die of pain.

Elder Zheng gritted his teeth and used the magic whip to drive the fate of the country that belonged to the Zheng family into Zheng Yuanming's body.

The situation has improved, and the luck of the country has still played a role. The pain of tearing the soul disappeared, and his face gradually turned rosy.

"National fortune can suppress your illness, but it cannot cure you. Moreover, my Zheng family can't be so selfish. Excessive consumption of Xia's national fortune will affect the stability of the country."

"Now, I follow Master Mu's method to temporarily relieve your pain."

Elder Zheng said with a heavy expression, "I have informed your second brother Dage that they are on their way back, at least..."

Elder Zheng choked up for a moment: "At least let them take a look at you before you die."

"During this period, if you have anything you want to do, go ahead and do it."

Zheng Yuanming said weakly: "I want to go to Jianzong, go to the sword tomb, and pick a sword that belongs to me."

This has always been his wish.

"Okay, no matter how much resources are spent, grandpa will definitely let Jianzong allow you to enter the sword tomb!"

"Take a good rest and leave tomorrow!"

Mr. Zheng solemnly agreed, and went to arrange matters overnight.

Jianzong's sword tomb involves the secrets and inheritance of Jianzong, even if it is the disciple Elder of Jianzong, not many people are qualified to enter.

"Hello, Lao Xia."

Mr. Zheng dialed Mr. Xia's phone number, and said in a deep voice, "I haven't asked you for anything in all these years. You must help me with this matter today."

"You ask what happened?"

"Daddy's grandson is dying, do you think it's a big deal!"

hang up the phone.

Elder Zheng's expression softened a little. With the help of the Xia family, it shouldn't be difficult to enter Jianzong's sword tomb. After all, that girl from the Xia family is holding the Taishang Xuanqing sword inherited by Jianzong.

Jianzong has an indescribable sense of surrender to Xia Yinmo

But Yuanming...he can't die like this! I can't give up so easily!

"Housekeeper, prepare a car for me!"

After bowing his head and thinking for a while, Mr. Zheng ordered in a deep voice.

The attendant was taken aback: "Master, it's so late, where are you going?"

"Qingzhou, Star City, Guanyun Mountain!"

In the whole world, he only thought of the one who might save Zheng Yuanming's life, even if he was completely shameless this time, he still had to ask for it!