Chronic illness of many years

  Fang Yun climbed up onto a chair that was even higher than his own, sat shoulder to shoulder with the old man, and stared at him for a long time. The old man also sized Fang Yun up, looking at this fifth son of the Fang family.

  After a long time, the old man finally spoke up, with a kind smile on his face: "What are you looking at?"

  "What are you looking at? I'm looking at what you're looking at." Fang Yun curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of still not fully grown teeth.

  "I'm an old man who won't die, what's there to look at?" The old man picked up his tea cup and took a small sip.

  Fang Yun smiled brightly: "What's so great about me, still wearing open-crotch pants?"

  "It's also, one is a dying old man, the other is a kid in split pants, we get along pretty well, haha......" The old man burst out laughing, he hadn't felt so relaxed and happy for a long time.

  For many years, he has been alone in this small courtyard, except for some festivals, Fang Hao will come to visit him, and usually can only be lonely hiding in the small courtyard.

  Saying he's not lonely is a lie, no one likes being alone, waiting to grow old and die.

  Even if he leaves the small courtyard, what can he do? This world is no longer his. Even if he leaves here, he will still be tormented by old troubles.

  "Old man, are you from the Fang family? I've never heard my father mention you?" Fang Yun looked at the old man with suspicion. Given the old man's abilities, Fang Hao should have specifically warned him not to offend him casually.

  "As people age, they naturally have fewer people to worry about." The old man let out a soft sigh, unable to express the desolation.

  Even if one appears to be calm and carefree, they will still feel a sense of loss. No one wishes to be forgotten. Upon hearing Fang Yun say this, the old man's heart also rose with a hint of bitterness.

  "Old man, don't be so gloomy. You're so formidable that even in the vast north, it's unlikely to find someone more formidable than you. You should face the future with a smile." Fang Yun comforted the old man, but his ability to comfort others was apparently inversely proportional to his wit.

  The old man smiled wryly, although Fang Yun's words were not pleasant to hear, but he could still feel Fang Yun's sincerity.

  "With my body, I can live for two more years, it's a luxury. Let me out of this small courtyard, half a year is not enough, and I will have to exhaust my old life."

  "Old man, you said this illness has lasted for fifty years? Fifty years and it still hasn't healed?" Fang Yun opened her big eyes and stared at the old man.

  The old man nodded slightly: "Fifty years ago, I had a duel with a master from the Li family. Although I managed to save my life, I still suffered this lingering injury. For so many years, every time I exerted my internal energy, I would feel severe heart pain. Moreover, on every full moon night, the old wound would act up again."

  The old man perhaps hadn't spoken to anyone for too long and unexpectedly told Fang Yun all about his own injuries.

  For decades, the Fang family had sought out countless famous doctors and held rituals, but all were helpless, and the old man had long since given up hope.

  "Old man, I've recently learned some medical skills. Let me take a look at you, okay?" Fang Yun said sincerely, looking at the old man.

  The old man smiled wryly, looking at Fang Yun's pure eyes, and couldn't bring himself to refuse, even though he knew that Fang Yun was impossible to cure, but he still nodded.

  "I'm already an old man, let Fang's fifth child take care of things, what can I do? The old man thought to himself: "It's rare to have such a well-behaved little kid, keeping me company and relieving my boredom."

  Fang Yun carefully took the old man's wrist, feeling his pulse. Perhaps the old man didn't think much of it, thinking that Fang Yun was just imitating him, but in fact, Fang Yun was fully focused and devoted to it.

  A thread of imperceptible immortal energy slipped into the old man's body, searching every nook and cranny.

  Fang Yun's eyebrows suddenly rose as he discovered a faint, almost imperceptible aura of coldness within the old man's body. This aura was attached to the old man's dantian.

  "Old man, use your internal energy for me to see." Fang Yun looked up at the old man.

  The old man followed his words, slowly gathering the fighting energy in his palm, a black flame appeared on his palm, the flame looked exceptionally ferocious, as if it had a soul, gnashing its teeth and devouring the air.

  The old man seemed extremely painful, his forehead was sweating profusely, and he soon gathered his energy, the black flames suddenly disappeared.

  "What a fierce aura." Fang Yun thought to himself, this black flame was constantly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, creating even greater destructive power. As soon as the old man's hand shook, he feared that this entire courtyard would be destroyed by the black flame.

  At the same time, Fang Yun realized that the cold and gloomy aura also dissipated with the old man's released Qi, as if it was a part of the old man's Qi. However, due to their completely different interests, it would stir up the old man's pain.

  "Old master, has your internal energy improved over the past fifty years?" Fang Yun asked.

  The old man was taken aback, then nodded and said: "Indeed, since I got injured, I've been practicing very little internal energy to avoid aggravating the injury. But strangely, my internal energy hasn't decreased at all; on the contrary, it has increased significantly."

  Fang Yun had an old and experienced look on his face as he stroked his chin: "What a strange aura!"

  Fang Yun had already made a preliminary judgment about the cause of Lao's injury. That strand of cold aura had invaded Lao's body and merged with his own aura, so Lao was fundamentally unable to expel it. No matter how he was treated, it was likely that it could not be expelled, unless Lao abandoned his own aura, in which case that strand of cold aura would naturally dissipate.

  But this is obviously an impossible thing, abandoning martial arts is not something that anyone can do, let alone this external aura, which is extremely hidden, even the old man may find it difficult to detect.

  If it weren't for Fang Yun's extraordinary senses searching for it, but instead using ordinary methods to search for it, this thread of cold air would not have been discovered.

  But this cold and gloomy air is itself different from the old man's fighting energy attribute, it can be said that it is an entirely opposite attribute. Therefore, as soon as the old man deploys his fighting energy, he will stir up the cold and gloomy air, suffering from this piercing pain.

  Although Fang Yun had never experienced such bone-piercing pain, he could sense a bit of it from the old man's expression.

  This cold and gloomy aura, although it is an external object, is also a kind of Dou Qi, attached to the old man's Dantian, indirectly enhancing the old man's Dou Qi.

  Although the old man had endured fifty years of suffering, this cold and gloomy atmosphere also brought a significant increase in his fighting spirit.

  The truth of the matter was probably something that the old man had never thought of in his dreams, but as the old man's fighting spirit increased, the cold and gloomy atmosphere not only did not disperse, but instead grew stronger, making the old man even more painful.

  The person who injured the old man back then probably had such a plan all along. Although it allowed the old man's fighting spirit to greatly increase, the corresponding pain also increased. Even if they were to clash again, the old man's state would not be able to bring out even thirty percent of his actual strength, and he would naturally be defeated without a doubt.

  "Old man, how about we make a deal?" Fang Yun smiled slyly.