Seeing Wang Ling's amazing talent and beautiful talent, this middle-aged man suddenly felt a loving heart.

"When the troubled times are coming, my skills will not play much role in the face of such disasters. Maybe they will be cut off because of this, so I will just teach you more."

With such an idea, the middle-aged man did not hide his own personal feelings and taught the martial arts skills of Wang Ling's sect day and night. Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

"Master, it's time for the appointment with Mr. Chen, and it's time for us to leave." Early this morning, the only disciples left in the martial arts hall came to his master and said.

"Tell Mr. Chen that we will leave in seven days, please wait first." The middle-aged man said after a long time of silence.

"What, Master, the situation outside is not optimistic. There are more and more bugs in Jinhua, and the junior sister's illness."

"I have a clear idea in my heart." said the middle-aged man.

"Yes, then I'll go down first." Seeing that the master decided to make a decision, the young disciple Xiaowu knew that his temper was no longer spoken. He turned around and left and came to a small courtyard behind. In the courtyard, Wang Ling was practicing boxing, with simple routines, but very strong.

"Junior brother." Xiao Wu came to Wang Ling to interrupt him to practice boxing.

"Senior brother, is there anything wrong?" Although he had only studied for a few days, Wang Ling's attitude was very humble. He could feel that the middle-aged man named Chen Zhijie was a capable man, and he had given him all his heart to guide him in the past three days.

"We were going to close the building and leave Jinhua today."

"Well, do you need my help?" Wang Ling said in his heart after hearing this, it was a pity. He wanted to learn more.

"But just now, the master suddenly decided to stay for seven more days."

"What, why?" Wang Ling was secretly happy after hearing this. He had learned a lot in the past three days and was already a little addicted. He knew that this was a rare opportunity and a rare person with real skills taught him intimately. It was a pity that he had too much time.

"Because of you."

"Me?" Wang Ling was stunned.

"Master said you are a rare talent for martial arts. You have developed a love for talent and want to stay for a few more days and teach you more things."

"Is that true, thank you Master." Wang Ling felt warm after hearing this. He couldn't think of any words of thanks for a moment.

"Yes, you have to thank Master very well, but do you know that Master is not alone this time."

"Well, don't bend around the bush if you have anything to say. Just say it directly." Wang Ling frowned after hearing this.

"The master also has a daughter named Rou. She has a rare strange disease. She had just been suffocated by the famous Chen Family Medical Center in the city. She was about to leave with them and go to Lin'an for further treatment. But because of you, the master decided to wait a few days, you learned something, but the junior sister was going to suffer."

"You need to say nothing. I'll go find my master." Wang Ling turned around and left, and came to the house. Chen Zhijie was staring at a painting hanging on the wall in a daze.

"Master."

"Why don't you practice the exercises?"

"I know what junior sister is doing." Wang Ling hesitated for a moment and said bluntly.

"Xiao Wu told you!" Chen Zhijie frowned slightly after hearing this, and was a little angry.

"My junior sister's illness is important. I have nothing to do anyway. I can go to Lin'an with you."

"Okay, okay." Chen Zhijie said after hearing this. In this way, he could teach more things.

"Master, it's not good." At this moment, a woman in her thirties ran from the house, with her face mixed.

"Miss is sick again."

"What, go and invite Dr. Chen."

"I have sent someone to invite you."

Chen Zhijie didn't say much. He hurriedly walked into the house, and Wang Ling followed behind when he saw this.

Several people entered an inner room. The light in the room was a little dim and there was not much decoration. A young woman was lying on a big bed, about ten years old. Her facial features were not astonishingly beautiful, but she was very attractive. She had no trace of blood on her face, and her two bends were twisted together, as if she was enduring some kind of illness.

"Xiao Rou." Chen Zhijie bent down and gently called his daughter's name.

"Dad." The woman lying on the bed opened her eyes. There was no glory that ordinary people should have in her eyes, and she obviously lacked energy.

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much." The woman's trembling body proved that she was lying just now, but she just didn't want her father to worry.

"Hold on it any longer, Dr. Chen will come soon."

Several people were waiting anxiously in the room.

About ten minutes later, a very elegant middle-aged man walked into the room with a medicine box.

"Dr. Chen."

"Brother, see a doctor first."

After Dr. Chen walked to the bed to take the pulse, he took out a bag of medicine from the medicine box.

"Create it with warm water."

"Okay." The woman who specialized in serving softly left with the medicine, and after a moment, she came in with a bowl and fed her.

"Help her up and I'll give her a needle."

Dr. Chen took out the silver needle from the medicine box and started applying the needle to her. It took nearly two hours to finish. Then he took the needle and after some treatment, he was already sweating, which was obviously very exhausting.

After some treatment, Rou's frown brows also stretched out, and her breathing was not as rapid as before.

"Brother, let Xiaorou have some rest and let's go out to talk."

"good."

Then several people left the room and came to the living room.

"Doctor Chen, Xiaorou's illness?" Chen Zhijie asked immediately after coming to the living room.

"It's more serious than last time, and the time interval for onset is getting shorter and shorter." Dr. Chen sighed, "Also, brother, how many times have you told you, you and I have the same surname. You and I may be the same family after going up for hundreds of years. Don't be so polite. I like Xiaorou, too. At that time, half of my daughter would naturally care about it, but"

"Just something, just say it."

"There are still those medicines. You have to hurry up. Although you can't get rid of it, it can suppress her condition. "

"I have found some of the medicines you mentioned, and you helped me contact me, so it's almost done. But the purple fruit is really hard to start. It's the legendary thing." Chen Zhijie said.

"Yes, I know it's hard to find it, but I once heard from the teacher that this kind of thing exists, but is hidden in the dense areas of the mountains and lakes, and it's extremely difficult to find it. He once occasionally saw one in the home of a central leader, and that purple fruit made the old leader who should have died for five more years."

"There is such a magical thing?" Wang Ling, who was standing beside him, was stunned.

"To put it bluntly, other medicines are just to assist this fruit. I have also consulted many seniors with this prescription. Their opinions are very simple. As long as you know that kind of fruit, Xiaorou can keep everything in ten years."

"Okay, I'll try my best to find it again." Chen Zhijie sighed after hearing this.

"Master, what is purple fruit?" Wang Ling interrupted at this time.

"Is this?" Dr. Chen, who was standing beside him, had long seen this young man who looked a little extraordinary, but he was busy saving people just now, so he was embarrassed to ask more questions.

"Oh, my new apprentice, Wang Ling."

"I've met Dr. Chen."

"Okay, it looks quite extraordinary." Dr. Chen said with a smile.

"Yes, outstanding talent, and the most extraordinary of the disciples I have acquired. If I can practice and polish it in martial arts, I might become a master."

"A generation of masters?" Everyone in the house was shocked when they heard this comment. How many people in the dialect country have been in the past century.

"Hey, the world outside has changed. A great disaster has come. What can a generation do? The masters of the past can't stand the muskets. Today's insects are even more fierce. The situation on the front line is getting worse and worse. Why do you delay again?" Dr. Chen said.

"Look at Xiaorou, she can't see the light, and she can't stand the trouble!" The reason why he decided to wait for two more days was because of Wang Ling, and on the other hand, because his daughter was very sick and could not stand the trouble. After this attack, she left after a little comfort.

"Master, what is the purple fruit you just mentioned?" Wang Ling asked again.

"Ah, a legendary fruit that blooms in a century and bears fruit in a century. Eating can prolong life and cure diseases and eliminate disasters. People who practice martial arts can also increase their skills."

Purple fruit?

Dr. Chen sat for a while and then left. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!