Chapter 9: A House for You
Zhao, just watch. A mere little sorcerer can't possibly harm me..."Chen Ping's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said with disdain.Kid, you won't be so arrogant later.”Yuan Baozhong muttered to..."Mr. Chen, please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. I will do my best to help!"
Su Wenzong hurriedly said.
Mr. Chen, what are these brushes and vermilion on your order for
At this time, Su Yuxi asked.
After all, brushes and vermilion are not things that can be used to cure illnesses, and these things can be found everywhere!
"Yuxi, since Mr. Chen wrote it down, there must be a reason. Don't talk too much!"
Su Wenzong glared at Su Yuqi and said.
"No problem!" Chen Ping smiled. "These two things are also used for healing, but these aren't ordinary brushes and cinnabar, they need brushes and cinnabar imbued with spirit!"
"Spiritual" Su Yuqi was taken aback!
Su Wenzong was also dumbfounded. They simply didn't understand what it meant to have a soul.
"Seeing that both of them were stunned, Chen Ping explained: 'All things in the world have a beginning and an end, and everything possesses spirituality. Even inanimate objects seen by ordinary people, such as this table and chairs here, can have spirituality, but it requires particularly stringent conditions and opportunities!'"
“For example, take this chair I made. If I practiced martial arts on it day in and day out for years, decades, even centuries, this chair would gradually develop a spirit of its own.”
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Chen Ping, fearing the two might not understand, could only speak in simple terms, following them.
"Oh, I understand!" Su Yuxi suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. Chen means just like what's shown on TV, a tree in the fairy cave can become spiritual after a long time, and even transform into a human form!"
"Yuxi, don't talk nonsense!" Su Wenzong listened to Su Yuxi's explanation and was speechless.
In his opinion, there are no gods in this world. What century is this!
"Miss Su explained it very well, that's exactly what I meant..."
Chen Ping smiled faintly.
Even Chen Ping didn't believe it before, but after following Lao Longtou for three years, he understood that there were many things in the world that he didn't know about.
Just like the Heart-Gathering Art passed down from that old dragon head, it was a method of cultivating immortality. As long as Chen Ping practiced and mastered it, he would truly become an immortal!
Su Wenzong chuckled awkwardly, he didn't expect Su Yuqi to explain it correctly. If anyone else had said something about spirituality or immortals, Su Wenzong would have scoffed. However, when Chen Ping said it, it made Su Wenzong hesitate!
Chen Ping and Su Wenzong were talking, not even glancing at Sun Song kneeling on the ground. Although Sun Song wasn't particularly evil, he was also very irresponsible. Chen Ping didn't want to take him in, and without Lao Longtou's permission, Chen Ping wouldn't casually accept disciples!
After about ten minutes of conversation, Chen Ping also learned how Su Wenzong was injured. It turned out that when Su Wenzong was young, he was beaten by a business competitor. Because there were no external injuries and the examination showed nothing wrong, he didn't take it seriously!
But not long after, Su Wenzong felt his body getting weaker and weaker. He often had difficulty breathing and had been relying on large doses of tonic drugs to support himself until now.
However, Su Wenzong was afraid that his family would be worried, so he kept it a secret. This is also why Su Yuxi didn't know that her father had a hidden illness.
Chen Ping immediately understood. The person who injured Su Wenzong was definitely a martial artist, one who had already cultivated internal energy. It looked like they were trying to kill Su Wenzong. However, Su Wenzong was wealthy and used a lot of expensive medicinal herbs bought with gold to keep himself alive until now. If he hadn't met Chen Ping, Su Wenzong probably wouldn't have survived.
"Please accept me as your disciple, Mr. Chen..."
Sun Song, kneeling on the ground, shouted again.
At this time, his legs were already numb, accompanied by pain, which made Sun Song very uncomfortable now.
Chen Ping glanced at Sun Song: "Get up. I won't take on disciples, but if you have any questions, I can certainly give you some guidance!"
Chen Ping saw that Sun Song had been kneeling for so long, and he considered it sincere. He then agreed to give him some guidance, but Chen Ping would never accept him as a disciple.
Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, Sun Song was overjoyed and repeatedly thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, thank you, Mr. Chen...."
Son Song slowly stood up, but his legs were numb and painful, making it impossible for him to stand!
Seeing Sun Song's condition, Chen Ping reached out and tapped on Sun Song's leg. The pain and numbness disappeared instantly, which shocked Sun Song!
"Mr. Su, I still have my parents at home. I need to go back. After you've gathered all the medicinal herbs, please give me a call!"
Chen Ping slowly got up and said.
Chen Ping's mother was still at home alone, which made him very uneasy.
"Mr. Chen, I don't know where you live now"
Su Wenzong asked.
"What's wrong with living in the Happiness Neighborhood"
Chen Ping said with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just have a house that's been vacant, so I might as well give it to Mr. Chen. That place is especially good for recuperation, I hope it will be helpful to Mr. Chen!"
Su Wen Zong spoke, pulling out a key from his pocket!
"Then thank you, Mr. Su!"
Chen Ping originally wanted to refuse, he treated Su Wen Zong not for anything in return, but thinking about his parents living in that dilapidated house, and knowing it would take some time for him to earn enough money to buy a new one, so he agreed.
When the key was handed to Chen Ping, he was stunned. It was a key to the Panlong Bay villa district.who my father is"Chen Ping hurriedly asked.The Blood Demon nodded, which made Chen Ping overjoyed. He had long wanted to know who his father was, what his status was, and why so many people called him...