Mr. Su sat in front of the computer, holding the broken boxing book in one hand, while comparing the modified text on the computer, he was so happy that he scratched his head and cried his eyes.

Tang Wenya sat on the sofa next to her and laughed: "Grandpa is like a child today. She cried and laughed for a while, and she was almost so happy!"

"Can I be unhappy? After Brother Meng's revisions and additions, the whole boxing score is smooth, natural, profound and mysterious! The most rare thing is that the text modified by Brother Meng is completely in the context of an ancient version, and it feels like the ancient boxing score has been restored as usual!"

"I did restore the text content of the ancient boxing book, so some of the content may be difficult to understand. If the old man doesn't understand something, I can help the old man think about it!" Meng Hao said.

"Okay, OK, OK, OK, I'm just about to ask you for advice!" Mr. Su nodded repeatedly.

Tang Wenya was very surprised and said, "I really don't understand why you can modify and add this boxing book so completely, and use classical Chinese from ancient times. Have you read this boxing book before?"

Meng Hao smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Su hurriedly said, "The "Six-Hebei Eight Fists" has long been lost. I'm afraid that only our family has such a broken boxing book left in this world! Brother Meng is only in his twenties, but where can I read it? I think Brother Meng must have some extraordinary skills, but we ordinary people can't understand it!"

"Even if you can't understand, Brother Meng will let us know more!" said Tang Wenya.

Mr. Su was actually curious, so this time he didn't interfere anymore, but waited for Meng Hao to answer.

Meng Hao scratched his scalp and said, "I don't know how to explain it. Just think I am...you know a little bit of divination and calculation methods!"

"Divining and calculating? It's just like fortune tellers?" Tang Wenya asked.

"You can also think I'm a fortune teller!" Meng Hao said.

"But which fortune teller can calculate the entire boxing score in such detail? I remember when I was a child, I met a master Jiang in the capital. He was also proficient in divination and was very famous in the capital. But at most he could calculate 70 to 80% of what others were asking about! Is he grandpa?"

"Yes!" Mr. Su nodded, "I have some friendship with this Master Jiang, but Master Jiang has no idea how to help our Su family complete the "Liuhe Eight Desolate Fist", he couldn't even calculate the incomplete boxing score of our family!"

"This... maybe my calculation method is different from him!" Meng Hao could only answer this way.

"Since you said you can do divination, then I'll ask you, how old can my grandfather live?" Tang Wenya asked again.

"This...I can't say it!"

"Why?"

"Because my life is determined, don't say I can't calculate it, even if I calculate it, I can't tell you! Otherwise, it will not only bring strong psychological pressure to Mr. Su, but my calculations will even fail in the end!"

Tang Wenya was confused and could only look at Meng Hao and then at Mr. Su.

After thinking about it for a moment, Mr. Su understood.

"Yes! I am 67 years old this year. If Brother Meng told me that I could live to 80, then in the first two years of 80, I would be worried that I would not live long. Maybe in the end, I would die before I could die at the age of 80. Then Brother Meng's calculations would lose its meaning. Are I right, Brother Meng?"

"Old man is clear!" Meng Hao said, afraid that Tang Wenya would continue to be entangled, so he simply asked Mr. Su, "Did the old man practice this incomplete boxing book two years ago, resulting in internal injuries and has not fully recovered yet?"

"Why do you know about this? You are really amazing!" Tang Wenya sat upright with surprise on her face.

"Yes, yes! That time I almost got into a devil, which caused my kung fu to drop by more than half. Until now, the internal interest rate operation is not smooth!" Mr. Su said, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have a way to make the old man heal immediately! And help the old man open up his meridians, which is a step further than before!"

"Really?" Tang Wenya jumped up, "If you can accomplish this, my parents, my uncle and second uncle will be grateful to you!"

"It's not difficult to do this. Just give me the humanoid Polygonum multiflorum that you treasure!"

"How do you know that there is a human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum in our family? You really know everything!" Tang Wenya widened her eyes again.

Meng Hao smiled slightly and said, "In fact, it is not necessary to cure the old man's internal injuries. However, to make the old man go further than before, he must rely on the treasures for thousands of years!"

Mr. Su was overjoyed, grabbed Meng Hao's hands again, and blurted out: "You, you... can you really take me further?"

"Yes!" Meng Hao nodded, "The old man is old, and it is unlikely to become a master of the generation after leaps and bounds, but it should be no big problem to strengthen his muscles and bones and extend his life span for more than ten or twenty years!"

"I never dare to become a master in my dreams. As long as I can restore my previous skills, I will be overwhelmed! Wenya, hurry up, go and help me take out Polygonum multiflorum!"

Tang Wenya ran upstairs again, and soon came down with a very exquisite wooden box and handed it directly to Meng Hao.

Meng Hao opened the box and found that there was indeed a Polygonum multiflorum inside.

He is not too big, but heavier than Wujin.

And it is shiny and warm, full-bodied, and looks like a doll.

The human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum is extremely rare, and it is more precious than the thousand-year-old mountain ginseng.

Like this Polygonum multiflorum, it has all the limbs and body, and even its facial features are vaguely distinguishable. It is even more rare in the ages.

"If this Polygonum multiflorum is on the market, I'm afraid it won't be able to buy it for tens of millions. Wouldn't it be a pity for the old man to use it?" Meng Hao was joking.

"What's so sorry for? This is the gift from an old friend on my 60th birthday. I don't know how much it cost! It's just a treasure like this. If I slice it and make soup, I always feel it's too wasteful. As a result, I kept it at home and put it until now! If Brother Meng can really use this treasure to help me cure my internal injuries and recover my previous skills, then it will be worth it!"

"Since that's the case, let's start right away!"

"What should I do?"

"The old man just needs to meditate and practice qigong like he usually does! I will use my true qi to send the spiritual power of Polygonum multiflorum into the old man's body. The old man just relaxes and doesn't fight against my true qi!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Mr. Su was in high spirits and immediately sat down on a cushion that Wei Feng had brought over, and began to close his eyes and exercise his skills.

Wei Feng knew that a slight mistake in such a thing would lead to Mr. Su being obsessed with it, and he couldn't help but hold his breath and look nervous.

Tang Wenya was a little excited, waiting to see what kind of skills Meng Hao would show.

But Meng Hao saw the palms of his hands facing each other, holding the human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum in the middle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath into his stomach.

Tang Wenya only smelled a scent of medicine, and felt as if the Polygonum multiflorum had been sliced ​​and fried.

Meng Hao kept that move for about ten minutes before he took a step forward to Mr. Su who was sitting cross-legged. He still held Polygonum multiflorum in the palm of his hand with one hand and slapped the palm of his other hand on the top of Mr. Su's head.

The muscles on Mr. Su's face jumped significantly, and as he immediately began to tremble slightly, his face also showed a look of pain.

Tang Wenya couldn't help it, and got up and leaned in front of her and asked quietly, "Brother Meng, my grandfather, is there no problem?"

Meng Hao opened his eyes and glanced at her, shook his head and said that there was no problem.

Tang Wenya had no choice but to sit back on the sofa. After waiting for a while, she saw white mist seeping out of her grandfather's body, and the white mist condensed and surrounded the old man.

At the same time, the rich medicinal fragrance also penetrated into the nostrils again.

That made Tang Wenya convinced that Meng Hao was indeed using the spiritual energy of Polygonum multiflorum to help the old man clear his meridians and break through the shackles.

For a moment, the entire living room was silent, including several servants, holding their breath, for fear of disturbing Meng Hao and the old man.

After a while, Old Master Su suddenly shouted out "Ah" and his body was tense and seemed to want to stand up.

Meng Hao pressed Mr. Su's head tightly with one hand and shouted, "Mr. Calm down and slowly take back his inner breath back to his dantian!"

Mr. Su calmed down again and continued to exercise his skills.

Meng Hao suddenly raised his palm, slowly turned around Mr. Su, while bent down and slapped his palms on the front, chest and back of Mr. Su.

After slapping more than ten palms in a row, he stood behind Mr. Su again and pressed his palm on Mr. Su's head.

Everyone was surprised to find that the white mist surrounding Mr. Su was absorbed in the old man's body again.

This strange scene only made Tang Wenya and others stunned. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they felt like a dream and a fantasy was not very real.

Until Meng Hao raised his palm and slowly stopped the work, he wiped a touch of sweat from his forehead with his hands.

Tang Wenya hurriedly took a few tissues, stood up, walked to Meng Hao to help him wipe his sweat.

"How is my grandfather like Brother Meng?" Tang Wenya asked.

"He has fully recovered from internal injuries. In addition, I have helped him open the meridians throughout his body. Now he is running Zhoutian to consolidate his foundation. Don't disturb him for the time being!" Meng Hao replied.

"It doesn't matter, right?" Tang Wenya asked again with gratitude.
Chapter completed!