Chapter 562

Even after being cured by Ding Ning, Su Zhengnan is not very optimistic. He thinks that Ding Ning is likely to use some means to stimulate potential to make the old man in a state of reflection, but it can't last for a few days.

It's normal for him to have such an idea. After all, the old man's state is too strange. His white hair is as black as ink, and the wrinkles and age spots on his face disappear invisible. It doesn't matter whether it becomes tender and smooth, but it is also red, and his skin is full of elasticity and vitality. If he hadn't been there all the time and witnessed his changes with his own eyes, He wondered if Ding Ning had found someone to pretend to be his father.

In a simple word, the old man is now rejuvenated. He is a martial artist. Although he is 70 years old, he looks only in his early fifties.

But now the old man looks like a man in his forties, younger than him, which makes him wonder.

Ding Ning sighed in his heart. He was afraid that trouble was coming. When he treated the old man, he was afraid of such a situation, which made people mistakenly think that he had the ability to revive and prolong his life.

But in order to repay his sister's kindness, even if he knew there would be such trouble, he still chose to do so without hesitation.

He immediately explained with a bitter smile: "Mr. Su, I must state that there is no medicine to renew people's lives in the world, and I don't have the ability to rejuvenate people. Mr. Su can reach his current state because his life is not exhausted..."

After listening to Ding Ning's explanation, Su Zhengnan suddenly realized, "I say, how can there be such an adverse medical skill in the world."

Then he looked at Ding Ning seriously: "the treasure you used for the old man must be very precious."

"For me, treasures are valuable and people are priceless."

Although Ding Ning was dying of flesh pain in his heart, his face showed an indifferent color.

Su Zhengnan liked it more and more. He moved a little in his heart and said with a smile: "don't worry, I can't let you suffer in vain. The old man has collected a lot of good things these years. Let him give you two later."

Ding Ning laughed off with disapproval. The antique calligraphy and paintings collected by the old man may be valuable in other people's eyes, but they are worthless in his eyes.

As they talked, they soon came to the third courtyard of the courtyard. Old man Su was playing a set of boxing in the courtyard.

Jiang Ruizheng stood aside to watch. Seeing them coming, he quickly welcomed them up and said with a smile, "Uncle Nan, little miracle doctor, you're coming."

Su Zhengnan did not dare to neglect the old man's life secretary. He smiled and introduced Ding Ning: "this is the old man's life Secretary Jiang Rui. Just call uncle Jiang."

"Hello, uncle Jiang!"

Ding Ning seems to have been used to Su Zhengnan talking to him so casually like his elders. He smiles and shakes hands with Jiang Rui.

Jiang Rui's eyes flashed a different color. Su Zhengnan, as the owner of the family, rarely smiled at Su Ningxiang in front of the outside people, but he seemed to treat Ding Ning very differently, as if it was more like the model of elders getting along with their beloved younger generation, which surprised him.

But Jiang Rui was relieved to think that Ding Ning was the father's life-saving benefactor. Perhaps it was because of gratitude. The whole Su family most wanted the father and daughter to live.

Holding Ding Ning's hand in both hands, he shook it and said gratefully, "little miracle doctor, there were many things before. He has always found a chance to thank you. Come and sit down. The old chief will have to exercise for a while."

While talking, he asked the guard to pull two chairs. After they sat down, they made a pot of tea by hand and said with a smile: "this is the Ming qianlongjing collected by the old chief. Usually he is not willing to drink. This time, he specially asked me to take it out to entertain the little miracle doctor."

"Ha ha, this is the best tea from the" 18 imperial trees ". I don't give it to the old man if I want to drink it. Today I'm stained with the light of a little miracle doctor."

Su Zhengnan laughed and joked.

Ding Ning smiled implicitly. He had no research on tea, but because he loved tea, he also knew a little about the allusions of the first 18 imperial trees.

Longjing tea has always been crowned as the first of the top ten famous teas in China, and its reputation needs no longer be stated. It is said that Longjing is the "18 imperial trees" personally sealed by Emperor Qianlong, which is naturally among the sky high price teas.

As far as he knows, at present, the annual output of Longjing's "top 18 imperial trees" is only 22, and its price can not be measured by exact figures. This is not what money can buy, but a symbol of identity and status.

He knew that the identity of Mr. Su was unusual, but he really didn't know how it was. At the moment, he had a new understanding of the power and status of the Su family because of this precious "Eighteen imperial trees".

He took a sip from the tea cup, and a faint bitter taste quickly turned into a fragrance and exploded among the taste buds. Even with Ding Ning's pickiness, he had to admit that this tea is also a well deserved best in the secular world. He sincerely praised it: "good tea!"

Seeing that Ding Ning just tasted it, he took a sip and put down the cup. A different color flashed in Jiang Rui's eyes. Usually, when the old man was in a good mood, some distinguished guests were lucky to taste it. Which one was not full of praise and wanted to pack all the teapots away, but when he came to Ding Ning, he looked like a light cloud and wind, which made him feel invisible.

Could it be that he doesn't drink tea at all, so he can't drink tea at all?

Also, no matter how skillful his medical skills are, he is just a young man in his early twenties. Today's young people have long adapted to the fast-paced life and are more interested in imported products such as coffee. They don't know that the value of the 18 imperial trees is reasonable.

Although understandable, Jiang Rui was inexplicably disappointed. Ding Ning's magical medical skills made him subconsciously regard him as an expert, but now it seems that he is just a common man.

In his mind, Jiang Rui couldn't help laughing. What's the matter with him? The little miracle doctor is just a guest of the Su family. How can he have such high expectations for him? This is not what he should have as a life secretary.

Probably because he was influenced by the great sorrow and joy between the life and death of the old man. In addition, the owners of the three major gate valves came to visit and inquire about the news. Subconsciously, he imagined the old man's life-saving benefactor as an immortal noble and elegant scholar.

Ding Ning doesn't know his complex thoughts. The tea is precious and fragrant, but in his opinion, it's not as good as the lingcui tea fried with medicinal weeds. The trace of spiritual power contained in it is not comparable to any other tea.

Especially at this moment, all his attention was attracted by the actions of the old man, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a deer and sometimes like a bear.

Ding Ning, as an excellent traditional Chinese medicine, Wuqinxi, a traditional way to guide health preservation, is also one of his compulsory subjects since childhood.

Hua Tuo created the "five birds play" on the basis of "two birds play" in Zhuangzi.

Its name and efficacy are recorded in the biography of Hua Tuo in the later Han Dynasty "I have a skill called the play of five birds: one is tiger, two is deer, three is bear, four is ape and five is bird. I also use it to eliminate diseases and benefit hooves and feet as a guide. When I am unhappy, I start to play the play of one bird, which is pleasant and sweaty, and I want to eat because of my light body with powder. I am more than 90 years old. My ears and eyes are smart, and my teeth are strong."

However, the old man's actions are not exactly the same as that of Wuqinxi. At the beginning, Ding Ning thought he practiced nonstandard, but after a careful look, he found that the changes contained in it are richer than that of Wuqinxi, which implicitly coincides with the truth of heaven and earth, making the human body more in line with the natural law of the operation of heaven and earth.

This made him suddenly understand why old man Su is 98 years old and still has a long life. I'm afraid it's due to this set of fist techniques that are specious to Wuqinxi.

Su Zhengnan didn't care, but after discovering that Ding Ning was interested in watching, he couldn't help looking at the past and secretly wondered why Ding Ning was so interested in Wuqinxi.

He had seen the old man play this set of boxing before, but he always thought it was Wuqinxi, so he didn't pay attention to it. But when he looked carefully at it, he was more and more frightened. What kind of boxing did the old man play? At first glance, it looks like five birds play, but when you look carefully, it is very different. Every move is vivid.

Jiang Rui is not a martial artist. He can't see anything famous for years, but Su Zhengnan himself is a martial artist with high accomplishments. Although he hasn't stepped into the realm of a master, he is only one step away.

At this sight, he saw God, and the image of the old man in his eyes gradually began to become blurred. In front of him, sometimes a huge ape beat his chest and roared, sometimes the king of animals looked down at the mountains and forests, sometimes a giant eagle soared and looked down at the common people, sometimes a white snake spit a message and was ready to go, sometimes a crane danced with the wind, and sometimes a spirit Jiao went out to sea and roared in the sky

Ding Ning was intoxicated, and the whole person integrated into it. He broadcast the old man's actions repeatedly in his mind like a movie. He soon remembered the whole set of boxing. Unexpectedly, there was a feeling that this set of boxing had a magical connection with the wild exercise.

When Su Zhengnan and Jiang Rui were tongue tied, Ding Ning unconsciously stood up, closed his eyes and walked to the open space in the hospital. He began to fight slowly according to the memory in his mind.

He sometimes frowns and thinks, sometimes quiet as a virgin, sometimes moving as a rabbit, sometimes suddenly rising into the air, sometimes tigers roaring in the mountains and forests

Even Jiang Rui, an ordinary person, can see that vivid animals are vividly presented in front of him, which makes him relaxed and happy, as if he were in nature.

Su Zhengnan showed a different color. With his martial arts accomplishment, how can he not see that Ding Ning not only learned the old man's boxing, but also constantly corrected his mistakes, and created another set of more advanced boxing.

The old man didn't know when he had stopped practicing boxing. He took the towel handed by Jiang Rui, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at Ding Ning selflessly.

"The little miracle doctor has amazing understanding. He has learned and improved the boxing skills that the old man can't fully understand all his life. He's really a genius and my lucky star. I'm afraid I'll break through soon."

The old man said with sincere admiration that although his cultivation was not high and only had dark strength, his state of mind could break through the gateway of life and death and enter another higher level after experiencing the great terror between life and death.

He has practiced this boxing for decades, and has far surpassed Su Zhengnan in his vision. His whole body faintly exudes an indifferent dust-free breath of floating and immortality.

"Congratulations, Dad."

Su Zhengnan looked at the old man in surprise. He always felt that there seemed to be some unknown change on him, which became more ethereal and closer to nature.

The old man forgot to drink while holding the tea cup. He was absorbed in watching Ding Ning's constant fist changes. His eyes were uncertain. He even had a sense of enlightenment.

It turned out that the boxing he practiced was not in place. Many movements only had their shape but not their spirit, but could not be seen from his martial arts attainments.