At this time, Zhang's father not only had five energy in his body dim, but also the three energy representing good fortune were chaotic, obviously looking like he was poor and destitute.

Blessings bring blessings, and evils bring evils rewards.

Ye Zhengyang calculated that Zhang's father was a traitor and evil person in his previous life, and he wanted to use this life to atone for his sins.

This is the cause and effect of heaven, and retribution is unhappy.

Ye Zhengyang turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan. At this time, Zhang Yan washed away the dew and showed his true colors. Although he looked embarrassed, he was a sign of wealth in the second half of his life.

Ye Zhengyang said to Zhang Yan: "I can treat your father, but you must agree to one of my conditions!"

When Zhang Yan heard that Ye Zhengyang could save his father, he was very excited and said, "As long as the master can cure my father, let alone one condition, I agree to all ten or one hundred!"

Ye Zhengyang nodded and said, "When you become rich, you must accumulate blessings and do more good deeds!"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's words, Zhang Yan sighed in her heart, how could she be able to be prosperous?

However, Zhang Yan did not reveal it, but nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, if there is really a day, I will do what you said!"

Ye Zhengyang nodded and said, "I hope you remember what you said!"

After Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, he took out nine silver needles and quickly stabbed them on the big acupoint on Zhang's father's chest. He also input a large amount of spiritual energy through the silver needles to restore Zhang's father's vitality.

Acupuncture is a compulsory subject in traditional Chinese medicine, and the acupuncture method used by Ye Zhengyang is quite not simple, it is the long-lost Lingshu Nine Acupuncture.

The Nine Needles of Lingshu are recorded in the "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" and can be killed from the hands of the King of Hell.

However, the conditions for using the Nine Spiritual Spike Needles are very harsh and you must have spiritual power to assist you, otherwise there will be no effect.

Ye Zhengyang also saw that Zhang's father had a good daughter, and his life was not over, so he used the Lingshu Nine Needles to save his life, otherwise he would not have taken action.

It was not until an hour later that Ye Zhengyang put away the silver needle.

Then Ye Zhengyang took out three pills and handed them to Zhang Yan, saying, "Please take one pill every day for your dear, and you will be cured after three days."

"As for the injuries to his arms and legs, he will slowly recover!"

After hearing Ye Zhengyang's words, Zhang Yan was immediately excited and thanked Ye Zhengyang for his gratitude.

Finally, Zhang Yan took out the only one thousand yuan she had on her body and said timidly: "Master, I have only these here!"

"I will raise the rest for you as soon as possible!"

Ye Zhengyang pushed Zhang Yan's hand back and said, "No need, just give your father more nutrition!"

After Ye Zhengyang finished speaking, he walked out of the rescue room. He took it seriously and left, hiding in his name.

Looking at Ye Zhengyang's back as he was leaving, Zhang Yan's heart was surging, and her eyes were filled with tears of emotion.

After leaving the hospital, Ye Zhengyang used his body skills and ran towards the school according to the original path.

Longcheng No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Longcheng.

At this time, the campus was silent, all the students were attending classes, and occasionally a few students skipped classes slipped outside the school.

According to Fang Hao's instructions, Ye Zhengyang went straight to the principal's office.

After about ten minutes of walking, he arrived outside the principal's office.

"Dongdong"

After knocking on the door twice, a very magnetic man's voice came from the office: "Come in."

Ye Zhengyang pushed the door open and walked in. The office was very large, several times larger than the Taoist temple living room where he and his master lived. It had to be nearly 100 square meters, completely decorated in Chinese style, with landscape paintings hanging on the walls, which was very artistic.

Directly opposite the door is a huge desk, and behind it is a bookshelves with a wall of bookshelf.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses and gray-haired temples was sitting behind the desk, looking sad.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the middle-aged man carefully and his eyes lit up.

Then he smiled slightly, walked to the desk, sat down, crossed his legs, and handed the information in his hand to the middle-aged man.

"Hello, Principal, my name is Ye Zhengyang, I am here to handle the admission procedures."

The middle-aged man frowned and looked at Ye Zhengyang, looking a little unhappy, and did not look up the information.

"Who asked you to sit down?"

"Can't you sit?" Ye Zhengyang scratched his head.

The middle-aged man frowned even deeper, his hands were resting on the desk, and his body leaned forward slightly. This posture was extremely aggressive and also showed his dissatisfaction with Ye Zhengyang.

The middle-aged man said, "Did I let you sit?"

"Let your legs be crossed. Is this a student's attitude towards a teacher?"

Ye Zhengyang pouted, put down his legs crossed in disappointment, sat up straight, and looked like a good student.

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Zhengyang disdainfully and asked, "Which school did you study in?"

Ye Zhengyang scratched his head and said, "Fang Hao hasn't said this to me!"

"Bang"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man staggered and fell to the ground from the chair.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man hurriedly climbed up on the desk, his face flushed, and glared at Ye Zhengyang in astonishment: "Who told you to come?"

"Fang Hao, is there anything wrong?"

Ye Zhengyang smiled harmlessly.

"Fang Hao, the richest man in Longcheng?" The middle-aged man exclaimed and slapped his forehead. This bastard, you are Ye Zhengyang who Fang Hao mentioned, why didn't you say it earlier?

Fang Hao has invested a lot of money in our middle school and is a veritable God of Wealth.

He did receive a call from Fang Hao before, and a student named Ye Zhengyang would come to handle the admission procedures and ask him to arrange them.

But at that time, he was upset and didn't know in detail about what he had encountered recently.

Just now, when Ye Zhengyang entered the house, he looked at it carefully. Ye Zhengyang was dressed like a country bumpkin, and he couldn't connect with the richest man in Longcheng even if he beat him to death!

Thinking of this, middle-aged men have the heart to cry to death.

What if Fang Hao knows and doesn’t invest in the school?

"Hehe, classmate, it was my fault just now, no, sorry."

The middle-aged man quickly reacted, got up and soaked a cup of the best Tieguanyin, held it in front of Ye Zhengyang, and blew a few times, and said with a pleasing voice: "You, drink tea, be careful, don't burn it."

Just like this, it is a very different look from the moment.

"hehe"

The middle-aged man laughed dryly and said, "I will go through the admission procedures for you now."

Soon, the middle-aged man completed the admission procedures, but what made him a little worried was that from beginning to end, Ye Zhengyang looked at him with a strange smile on his face, and he was furrowed all over.

He handed Ye Zhengyang the information and a student ID card, and said with a smile: "Student Ye, you can report to the class teacher now!"

"etc."

Ye Zhengyang interrupted the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at Ye Zhengyang in surprise. This guy had been staring at me and laughing just now. It was indeed nothing good!

Is this going to settle the score?

After all, the disdain he showed just now was indeed too obvious.

He smiled dryly: "Student Ye, is there anything else?"

Ye Zhengyang looked solemn, pulled his collar, and then reached out his right hand to the middle-aged man: "I, the ghost catching Taoist priest, give me money!"

What the hell is the ghost priest?

Why do you ask me for money?

Before he could speak, Ye Zhengyang in front of him suddenly smiled.

"It's okay not to pay. You can ask whoever on your shoulders first if you agree."

What?

Upon hearing this, the principal was stunned and subconsciously turned his head to look at his shoulders, but it was empty and nothing.

He said to Ye Zhengyang with a little unnatural expression: "Student Ye, it's broad daylight, you can't scare me!"

"Scared you?"

Ye Zhengyang leaned on the chair and pointed to the principal's shoulder: "As soon as I entered the house, I saw this thing lying on your shoulder and grinning at you. Have you felt your shoulders were extremely heavy and easy to get tired?"

The principal's body trembled, and his brows suddenly frowned into the shape of a "Sichuan".

It turned out that this guy was not smiling at me just now, but at the "thing" on my shoulder.

Indeed, he felt something was wrong with his body three days ago, especially his shoulders, which were so heavy that it was as if he had pressed two pieces of heavy iron, and he was very prone to fatigue.

When Ye Zhengyang came in, his face was full of fatigue, and he was caused by this strange thing that suddenly appeared.

Now that Ye Zhengyang said that, his hair was standing up all over his body. Could it be that something really happened on his shoulders?

"I'm not right?"
To be continued...