Chapter 67: The Paralyzed Legs of Old Master Yu

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  "What do you think, isn't my brother's name quite strange? Haha, I heard from my parents that when they were having him, they thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good name, so in the end they just gave him this weird name. From young to old, he hasn't been teased about his name less often." Tan Qingqing said with a smile, even though her older brother glared at her, she was still fearless and continued laughing nonstop.

  Zhang Wenzhong said: "I think this name is still quite good, it's not very strange."

  Tan Qingqing gave him a white eye and said: "You really are someone without a sense of humor."

  Zhang Wen Zhong suddenly lost his smile, no longer paying attention to her, stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Tan Mou Ren, smiling and saying: "Hello, my name is Zhang Wen Zhong, nice to meet you."

  Just as the two men's hands were about to shake, a strong force suddenly emanated from Tan's palm, and his right hand instantly turned into an iron pincer, tightly clamping down on Zhang Wen's right hand.

  Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly. This Tan person and Tan Qingqing, they really are a matching pair of siblings, both liking to compare themselves with others without rhyme or reason.

  Although Zhang Wenzhong had already cultivated the first level of the Medical Mirror Heart Sutra - Refining the Body, he still felt a strong pain caused by Tan's powerful grip. He was very clear that if he didn't take action soon, his right hand would likely be injured by Tan.

  Zhang Wenzhong immediately circulated the true yuan in his body to his right hand, transforming it into a needle-like shape and releasing it through the pores of his right hand, piercing Tan's right hand.

  "Ah!" Tan's face suddenly changed, and he let out a muffled cry as he hastily released his grip on Zhang Wen's hand. When he looked down, his right hand had already started to redden with a faint flush. The sharp pain that pierced into his bones still lingered.

  "Haha, big brother, you're in trouble this time, aren't you?" Seeing her own big brother get hit, Tan Qingqing not only didn't show sympathy, but instead burst out laughing with schadenfreude, "Little Zhang is actually a hidden mastermind, I've already had a match with him earlier and we ended up evenly matched."

  "Is Little Zhang also someone you're calling? You're actually younger than him, so it's about right to call him Big Brother Zhang." Tan Certain Person glared at his own gloating sister, then turned to Zhang Wenzhong and bowed his head, making a gesture of greeting as a Jianghu person. In a deep voice, he said: "I didn't expect that Mr. Zhang, being so young, has already cultivated internal energy! Earlier, when I saw Mr. Zhang using the flying stone to seal the acupoint, I had already guessed that Mr. Zhang's skills were not ordinary, but I didn't think it would be to this extent. Please forgive my impertinence in asking, Mr. Zhang, who is your master?" He took Zhang Wenzhong's true yuan as internal energy. In this world now, there aren't many people practicing martial arts anymore, and those who can cultivate internal energy are even fewer. So when he saw that Zhang Wenzhong was so young yet had already cultivated internal energy, he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

  Zhang Wenzhong smiled and said: "Hehe, Mr. Tan doesn't have to be so polite, I'm not a Jianghu person, and what I used just now wasn't any internal energy."

  "Isn't that internal energy?" Tan Mouren couldn't help but pause, wanting to ask Zhang Wenzhong, what was that strange power just now if it wasn't internal energy? But after thinking about it, he ultimately held back and didn't ask. In his view, this kind of power similar to internal energy must be a unique secret technique of Zhang Wenzhong's school. If he rashly inquired about it, wouldn't that be offending him?

  "Alright, big brother, you're just a roughneck, stop pretending to be refined. Listening to your affected speech makes me get goosebumps all over." Tan Qingqing protested.

  For his own sister, Tan Mouren was indeed a bit helpless. He smiled and nodded, saying: "Qingqing is right, I'm really just a rough person. Just now, I learned two sentences of elegance, and my whole body was covered in goosebumps. Ah, Mr. Zhang... um, this way of addressing you is also a bit too formal. You are Ou Jia's good friend, so naturally, you are also Tan Mouren's good friend. I should be older than you by several years, so let me just call you Little Zhang. If you think I'm okay, you can call me Old Tan or Brother Tan. If you think I'm not okay, then calling me Mr. Tan is fine too."

  "Tan Ge is a straightforward person, I like making friends with people who are straightforward." Zhang Wen Zhong said with a smile.

  Tan said with a smile: "Actually, I also like to make friends with straightforward people, because straightforward people are easy to cheat. Haha, just kidding, don't take it to heart."

  Zhang Wen Zhong said: "I don't know if those straightforward people are easy to cheat, but I can be sure that you, Tan Ge, are absolutely not easy to cheat."

  "Oh? Why did you say that?" Tan asked curiously.

  "If I'm not mistaken, Tan Ge, you should be a soldier, and a sharp scout at that!" Zhang Wen Zhong said with a hint of a smile, his tone neither slow nor hurried: "Tell me, how could someone like that be easily deceived?"

  "How did you know?" Tan turned his gaze to his own sister, "Was it you who told Little Zhang?"

  "Absolutely not me." Tan Qingqing hastened to clear herself.

  Seeing Tan Mouren and Tan Qingqing's surprised and puzzled gaze, Zhang Wenzhong explained: "You have a kind of military man's temperament, plus your kung fu is extraordinary, and you also have an old scar on the tiger's mouth, so I guessed your identity."

  "Your eyes are sharp and your observation is meticulous, you have the potential to become a scout." Tan Mouren suddenly realized and smiled. "Are you interested in coming to my place to give it a try?"

  "Let's talk about it later, I don't plan on joining the army for now." Zhang Wen Zhong tactfully declined.

  Just as Zhang Wenzhong and Tan Jia sisters were chatting, the guests who had been invited also took their seats. After a burst of firecrackers, the protagonist of today's birthday banquet, Mr. Yu Tianhai of the Yu family, sat upright in a brand new wheelchair, pushed out by Yu Jia.

  The guests who came at the invitation stood up and applauded, wishing blessings on this old birthday star.

  Zhang Wen-zhong's gaze naturally fell on You Tian-hai's legs, which had already shown signs of atrophy.

  Tan Qingqing, standing beside Zhang Wenzhong, noticed his gaze and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. She explained in a low voice: "Old Master You's legs were frozen from the Korean battlefield many years ago. When he was young, he didn't care about it because of his strong body, but as he grew older, the hidden illness began to take effect. At first, he could still walk with crutches, but since two years ago, his legs have been completely paralyzed and he can only sit in a wheelchair."

  "I see," Zhang Wen Zhong nodded in response. He then narrowed his eyes and carefully examined Yu Tian Hai's feet, as well as the color of his face.