Take two steps?

Let me, a semi-paralyzed person, go to the ground?

Zhang Qishan frowned.

Thought:

"Are you polite?"

Even the Qianhu Lord of Beizhen Fusi is not so offensive!

Do you really have no mercy at all?

His mind moved slightly, and he just thought it was a random joke, suppressing his anger and not wanting to pursue it.

But in the next moment!

The owner of Huaiyin Zhai and the head of the word-stealing sect seems to have felt something.

The taut blue face suddenly trembled!

Even though he is used to seeing big scenes and has experienced many life-and-death dangers with a calm mind, he can't help but have a very obvious look of horror flashing across his face!

"How... is this possible? Medical skills? No, there is no medical skill in the world that can rejuvenate the sick and injured without even touching them!"

Zhang Qishan opened his eyes wide as if he had been struck by lightning, and the lines on his face that had not yet retreated jumped violently, as if he couldn't believe it.

He has never felt anything since he was fifteen years old. It was as if his legs that did not belong to him actually had the slightest reaction.

It's like a cow's hair needle gently piercing the skin, causing slight pain.

This uncomfortable strangeness made Zhang Qishan wildly surprised.

Who can understand a man who is in his prime, extremely ambitious and capable?

The embarrassment and pain of being imprisoned on a bed, eating, drinking, and being served by slaves?

You must know that when a person is in pain, any dignity and decency are out of the question.

As for Zhang Qishan, he has a very proud and conceited temperament.

To have him linger on the bed and be trapped by his disability is simply worse than death.

The reason why Zhang Qishan was so ruthless was that he never married and had children, and was willing to let the Zhang family die and bear the great reputation of being unfilial and a genocide criminal.

Maybe there is no thought of relief!

But now...

"Master Ji, you... what kind of extraordinary method is this?"

Zhang Qishan tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and looked at Ji Yuan sitting opposite.

This young Qianhu from Fusi, Beizhen, cured his legs with a snap of his fingers.

Is it possible that the other party really has a way to remove the blood curse?

Can it solve the nightmare that has plagued the Zhang family for hundreds of years?

"Forgive me, Lord Buddha. Teacher Jianzheng has told me that this method is not taught to the six ears and should not be mentioned casually."

Ji Yuanyun is calm, has a mysterious smile, and has a full demeanor of a master.

He is at Qintian Jianzheng, just by name.

Even though they have the title of master and disciple, they are not actually masters and disciples, let alone teach any secrets.

However, Huangtian Daotu's ability to change fate is actually Ji Yuan's biggest secret and reliance, and it is absolutely impossible to reveal even half of it to the outside world.

It's perfect to use the Qintian Prison, which has been closed to Shejilou for many years, as a shield.

As for letting Zhang Qishan walk on the ground?

It's not difficult.

[Tiansha Lonely Star], [Blood Withered], and [Ominous Fate] are the three black fates that cannot be changed temporarily.

A gray destiny can be removed, just in the blink of an eye.

Ji Yuan only needs to invest a thousand Dao Yun and activate half of the Zi Lian Jue to easily erase all the "bad behaviors".

"Jian Zheng? I understand. I didn't expect the two secret techniques of Feng Shui and Physiology, 'Changing Destiny for Heaven' and 'Wan Hui Ren Yuan'! It turns out that they really fell into the hands of Master Jian Zheng!"

Zhang Qishan frowned, then relaxed his brows, as if he thought of something and suddenly realized something.

Changing fate for heaven? Ten thousand human yuan? What is this?

Ji Yuan's heart moved slightly, but he didn't show any unnecessary expression. He just smiled and let Zhang Qishan think about it by himself.

"It was Ji's sincerity that healed Buddha's legs.

Let me give you a happy opinion whether you want to do this business or not."

Zhang Qishan lowered his head and stretched out his hands to rub his legs and feet, which had atrophied muscles and looked like two hemp poles.

A trace of heat surged through it, restoring the unconscious meridians.

"My legs were damaged by an uncle of mine. I was only fifteen years old at that time, so I should be old enough to take charge of the family.

My uncles and uncles were reluctant to make a living earning millions of taels of silver a year, so they decided to get rid of me, an orphan with no father or mother.

They also knew how to be patient. They first bribed the boys around me, which took them five years.

Add a small amount of Dameng Jiemai Powder as big as a fingernail into tea and food every day.

When the toxicity accumulated and exploded, I became a useless person paralyzed in bed, unable to do anything.

When the time comes, let us be slaughtered."

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked calm, judging from the fact that the direct descendants of the Zhang family have been burdened with curses for generations.

It is not unusual for relatives to seize power and outsiders to usurp the throne.

If the trunk is weak and the branches are strong, this will naturally happen.

In ancient and modern history books, such deeds of bullying by subordinates are not uncommon.

"It's a pity that they don't even think about it. Generations of the Zhang family died early and the population is so small. How did they survive until now?

The word-stealing sect is eating the food of dead people and taking the money of living people, so how can they not have some means of self-defense?

I secretly learned the method of cultivating evil spirits without telling others, and turned those uncles into puppet evil spirits.

After dealing with a group of thieves with ulterior motives, I was able to secure my position.

Unfortunately, it was also because it was not noticed early enough that the toxicity penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

My two legs were broken and I became a cripple."

Zhang Qishan smiled softly and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Master Ji, you are an upright person and generous in your work.

The sincerity given is even more substantial!

Let me, a semi-paralyzed person who is unable to walk, walk on the ground again.

Even if the blood curse cannot be removed, I should keep this kindness in mind and repay you generously."

Zhang Qishan lifted the thick blanket covering his legs and did not use the puppet to support himself.

Two skinny legs like hemp poles stepped on the ground, and stood up tremblingly.

For a semi-paralyzed person like him who has been bedridden for many years, his muscles and meridians have long atrophied to the point of being out of shape.

Without hard training for more than half a year, it would be difficult to return to the original state.

But under the repeated erosion of Qi and blood, Zhang Qishan, who had erased the gray fate of "bad at walking", managed to hold on.

He is extremely upright, with his hands stretched out and intertwined between the fingers, with his left hand outside and his palm facing in. He is slightly bent over and raised above his forehead.

A solemn salute!

This is the "emperor's bow" of the word-stealing sect.

The past tense is the regulation of sacrifice.

It was used by emperors and generals to worship the gods of heaven and earth!

The four families of word-stealing sects are shady, touch for gold, pretend to be dirty, and keep spirits.

They all have to deal with the dead, ghosts, tombs, and ghosts.

Therefore, "emperor's bow" is listed as the greatest gift.

As the head of the family, Zhang Qishan's move is tantamount to serving Ji Yuan as the master.

I am willing to hand over the door to stealing words and obey my orders completely.

"There is no need to be a master or a slave, let's each take what we need, Lord Buddha.

I am indeed somewhat interested in the Nine Sects of the Yin Sect and the Old Land of the Yin World.

In this age of the end of Dharma, spiritual energy is exhausted, Taoism is difficult to manifest, and Qi, blood, and martial arts rule the roost.

Such common techniques as walking in the dark, pretending to be dirty, tying paper, and cultivating evil spirits are difficult to gain the upper hand when competing with others.

It's so convenient to do some dirty things behind the scenes."

Ji Yuan sat on the chair, calmly accepted Zhang Qishan's imperial bow, waved his hand and said:

"How to remove the Zhang family's blood curse is not a simple matter in a day or two.

Now that Lord Buddha believes in my methods, it is your turn to show sincerity."

Zhang Qishan pressed the soles of his feet against the cold floor tiles and walked around for a few times before slowly sitting back on the couch and answering seriously:
To be continued...