[Chapter 507: The Evil King’s Allegiance]

Shen Tu’s tent was set up on a high ground in the valley because he said his son liked to see the scenery and a place with a wide view.

In fact, it was because his son was paralyzed and couldn’t walk. He always felt uneasy when he couldn’t move. He found a place with a higher view and a wider view so that he wouldn’t feel so bored.

For Shen Tu Chenggang, he didn’t think that Yang Yiyun had any high medical skills, but he just didn’t want to give up the slightest opportunity.

In his heart, his son was everything, his lifeblood, and his spiritual support. His wife was actually an ordinary person, but they grew up together and died of dystocia when giving birth to their son.

He left behind a baby son, who was raised by his mother. Because of his wife’s death, Shen Tu Chenggang was left with a shadow in his heart.

In Shen Tu Chenggang’s view, if his wife was also an ancient warrior, she would not die, because the physical fitness of ancient warriors is much better than that of ordinary people.

So Shen Tu Chenggang taught his son martial arts since he was a child and attached great importance to it, but because of excessive attention, he ended up harming his son.

Over-cultivation, a typical example of “too much is as bad as too little”, resulted in meridian problems. For ten years, he traveled from place to place, teaching his son martial arts to later treating illnesses.

There was bitterness and regret. Shentu Chenggang often thought that if he had not put pressure on his son and forced him to practice martial arts, this would not have happened. If he had let his son be an ordinary person, maybe it would have been better?

As his son’s meridians became more and more blocked, and his life was about to be in danger, Shentu Chenggang regretted it very much, but there is no regret medicine in the world.

So he knew that a young man like Yang Yiyu would not have much medical skills, but he still deceived himself and took Yang Yiyu to the tent to treat his son. He would not give up any hope. As long as he lived one more day, he would not give up.

The belief in miracles became part of Shentu Chenggang’s support. If it were not for this fantasy-like belief, he would not know how to persist.

…

“Master Yang, this is my tent~” A tent appeared alone in front of about ten equally divided tents. It looked like the most ordinary and simple one.

After Shentu Chenggang finished speaking, he shouted to the tent: “Shi’er, there are guests~”

“Father, come in~”

Yang Yiyun and others heard a weak voice in the tent, and then the tent curtain moved, and a young man who looked to be in his early twenties appeared in a wheelchair.

This young man was Shentu Chenggang’s son, Shentu Shi.

In fact, according to Shentu Chenggang, Shentu Shi was already in his early forties. As for his appearance, he looked to be in his twenties, because Shentu Shi achieved the innate state at the age of twenty-seven.

The path of martial arts is similar to that of cultivation. As the level of cultivation increases, the body functions become stronger and stronger, and it will naturally look younger.

Shentu Shi achieved the innate state at the age of twenty-seven, and his appearance will be fixed at the time of youth. This is also the reason why many people’s actual age and appearance do not match.

Similar situations are more obvious in cultivators than in martial arts. Perhaps a young man or girl who looks eighteen or nineteen years old may actually be an old monster who has practiced for hundreds of years. The

higher the level of cultivation, the younger the appearance will be in conscious change. Of course, some people do not care about their appearance and will look older.

In the way of cultivation, people don’t care much about appearance, because those with high cultivation can change their appearance at any time after mastering the magic of transformation.

After Shentu Shi came out in a wheelchair, he saw his father Shentu Chenggang. He originally smiled and greeted him. In fact, in Yang Yiyun’s opinion, Shentu Shi’s eyes were dull and lifeless, and everything seemed to be disguised.

“This father and son are both suffering in their hearts~” Yang Yiyun said to himself. Every family has its own problems, whether it is an ordinary person or an ancient warrior.

“Shi’er, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Yang Yiyun, the master of Yunmen. Master Yang is proficient in medicine and came to check your meridians.” Shentu Chenggang said to Yang Yiyun: “Master Yang, this is my son Shentu Shi.”

“Shentu Shi greets Master Yang~”

Yang Yiyun smiled and returned the greeting. Then Qian Jue and others also greeted him. After a few polite words, they simply sat outside the tent.

There was no choice but to sit down. The tent of Shentu and his son was too small to accommodate everyone, which made Shentu Chenggang a little embarrassed. Yang Yiyu smiled and said, “Fellow Daoist Shentu, don’t worry about it. Our generation of cultivation is about understanding the nature of heaven and earth. Sitting in the open air is more down-to-earth and doesn’t require much attention.”

“Master Yang is right, but Shentu is not a good host after all. I’ll move the table and cut tea.” Shentu Chenggang said and went into the tent.

At this time, Shentu Shi said, “Master Yang and the others, please don’t blame me. Over the years, my father has sought medical treatment everywhere for my meridian problems, and the cost is quite high. It’s good for us father and son to have a tent to shelter from the wind and rain.”

“It can be seen that your father loves you very much. This can also be regarded as cultivation. Don’t worry about the customs.”

“Yes, I have caused trouble for my father over the years…”

While the two were chatting, Shentu Chenggang, Mingjue and others moved tables and chairs, and after making tea, they sat down.

At this time, Shentu Chenggang said to Yang Yiyu with hope and urgency on his face: “Master Yang, can you check my son’s meridians…?”

“I’ll check it right away. Fellow Daoist Shentu, don’t worry. Your son’s hands can still move, which means it’s not the worst time yet.”

After saying that, Yang Yiyu gestured to Shentu Shi to stretch out his left hand. It seemed like he was taking the pulse, but in fact, Yang Yiyu never took the pulse when he treated a patient. He always used his true qi to check the body.

When the true qi entered Shentu Shi’s body, Yang Yiyu frowned. The problem with Shentu Shi’s meridians was more serious than he had imagined.

Yang Yiyu’s frown made Shentu Chenggang, who was standing aside, feel anxious, but the person involved, Shentu Shi, showed no expression.

In the past ten years, he has visited countless famous doctors with his father, but none of them can solve his meridian problems. Shentu Shi does not think that Yang Yiyun can do anything. If he is not afraid of disappointing his father Shentu Chenggang’s expectations, Shentu Shi would not intend to let Yang Yiyun see a doctor.

On the other hand, every time he went to see a doctor and took medicine over the years, he was disappointed and numb, and there was no hope in his heart.

During Yang Yiyun’s examination, it was found that 80% of Shentu Shi’s meridians were blocked. Only his left arm and the area above his heart and neck were slightly normal, but they were already on the verge of being blocked. If nothing unexpected happens, all of Shentu Shi’s meridians will be exhausted and blocked in another six months, and then he will die. The

reason why he can maintain this level now is entirely because there is a lot of vitality energy in his body to maintain it, which should be due to the elixir that Shentu Chenggang has given Shentu Shi over the years.

However, it was precisely because of the large amount of spiritual medicine taken that Shen Tushi was harmed. The blockage of the meridians resulted in the inability to smoothly circulate the true essence. The long-term accumulation of true essence in the body formed a huge energy. Once one day, these energies in Shen Tushi’s body could not bear it, even if the meridians were blocked and he did not die, he would explode and die.

During the inspection, Yang Yiyun found that Shen Tushi’s meridians were not necrotic, but because of the problems with the acupoints, the meridians were blocked. Over time, the accumulated true essence in the acupoints almost solidified and finally completely blocked.

If the way of cultivation is compared to a systematic water pipe, the meridians are the water pipes, and the acupoints are the valves that separate the pipes. In other words, the water pipes and valves, the meridians and acupoints complement each other, and neither is indispensable.

Shen Tushi’s current problem is that the valve in his body is closed, and all he has to do is to reopen the valve to make the water pipe unobstructed.

But this process is very difficult. After all, it is a meridian for cultivation. Any mistake will make Shen Tushi worry about his life.

After the examination, Yang Yiyun explained the situation in Shentu Shi’s body to Shentu and his son in detail.

Shentu Shi knew his own situation best. After listening to Yang Yiyun’s story, his eyes suddenly lit up. The problem Yang Yiyun talked about was the most accurate and precise one he had seen in recent years. Subconsciously, Shentu Shi had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Shentu Chenggang

didn’t think too much about it. He asked anxiously, “Master Yang, is there any hope for my son’s meridian problem?” What he cared about most was whether his son could recover.

Yang Yiyun picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then said, “Since I can tell you where the problem is and I have agreed to help Fellow Daoist Shentu, I will do my best. Although it is difficult, I have a 70% chance of curing it.”

“Bang~”

As soon as these words came out, the teacup in Shentu Chenggang’s hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He stood up and asked in a trembling voice, “Are you serious, Master Yang?” “

No lies, Yang will not joke with Fellow Daoist Shentu about this kind of thing.” Yang Yiyun put down the teacup and said with a smile.

Then Shen Tu Cheng Gang knelt down in front of Yang Yi Yun with his iron tower-like body and said in a muffled voice: “Please Master Yang, please save my son Shi Er. As long as my son’s meridians can be cured, I, Shen Tu Cheng Gang, swear to the heavens that I will serve Mr. Yang like a cow or a horse in this life. Shen Tu Cheng Gang’s life belongs to Mr. Yang.”

Yang Yi Yun said happily: “I’ve been waiting for you to say this. It’s not easy for the Wandering Cultivator Evil King to pledge his loyalty~”

After muttering to himself, he hurried to support Shen Tu Cheng Gang.

(End of this chapter)