Hearing this, Yan Haitang was stunned for a moment, then she was shaking with excitement and her eyes were red.

Fang Yu meant to treat his second son!

For so many years, Yan Haitang's dream is that one day... the body of the second son can miraculously recover.

In this way, there will be hope for the future of him and his second son.

But a dream is a dream after all, and it is extremely difficult to realize it.

But today, the dream really seems to be possible!

If a cultivator of Fang Yu's level is willing to help, he will definitely have a chance to cure his second son's stubborn disease!

"Thank you! Thank you Venerable! I really don't know how to repay your great kindness..." Yan Haitang knelt down in front of Fang Yu and said gratefully.

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me, I may not be able to cure it." Fang Yu said, "I just can help you take a look, please lead the way, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay! Venerable Fang, let's go now!"

Yan Haitang got up immediately.

He knows that Fang Yu needs to continue on his way, so he can't waste time on other things now.

Therefore, Yan Haitang took Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi and quickly headed towards the east side of Liangcheng area.

"Master, why do you help him so much?" Han Miaoyi asked through voice transmission, "I'm not familiar with him..."

"Don't you see it? He is a human race." Fang Yu glanced at Han Miaoyi and replied.

"Really!?"

In fact, Han Miaoyi did not understand the characteristics of the human race.

In her opinion, most monks are the same, the biggest difference is the strength.

As for the ethnic group, she doesn't care at all, and she can't tell the difference with the naked eye or breath alone.

Fang Yu didn't actually see Yan Haitang's ten human races at first.

Because he didn't care at all, but later he gradually discovered that Yan Haitang's appearance was not some kind of illusion, but the original state.

This means that Yan Haitang is from a human race.

It was because of this that Fang Yu decided to help him.

Not long after, Fang Yu and his party stopped in a forest area that was about to reach the border of Liangcheng.

Yan Haitang's usual habitat is within this forest area.

He built a rudimentary cave mansion here, and his second son Yan Yiping stayed in the cave mansion.

Yan Yi is weak and can't do anything. The only thing he can do is read books.

Seeing his father brought back the two guests, Yan Yi got up immediately, his face full of surprise.

Such a thing has never happened before.

"Yan Yi, this is Venerable Fang, this is Venerable Han... They are here to treat your stubborn illness." Yan Haitang said.

"Treatment?" Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and said, "Father, I was just about to tell you, yesterday..."

"Don't talk about other things, the two venerables have limited time." Yan Haitang interrupted Yan Yi anxiously, then turned to look at Fang Yu, and said respectfully and sincerely, "Sir Fang, this is me. The second son, please show him... what kind of sickness does he have..."

Fang Yu nodded lightly and replied, "I'm already watching."

Yan Yi's breath is very weak, his body is thin and lifeless.

He could even faintly feel that his body was exuding death aura.

Such a situation is normal for an old man who is dying.

But Yan Yi is obviously not at that level.

Fang Yu stepped forward.

Yan Yi and Fang Yu were obviously a little scared and looked at Yan Haitang.

Yan Haitang nodded, meaning Fang Yu was trustworthy.

In fact, Yan Haitang didn't think too much.

At the bottom like him, there is actually nothing to lose.

Whenever there is a glimmer of hope, it must be seized.

After receiving Yan Haitang's affirmation, Yan Yi stood there and lowered his head.

Fang Yu walked in front of him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com stretched out his hand and placed it on top of his head.

"bass…"

A burst of light flickered.

At this time, Fang Yu could clearly see the situation in Yan Yi's body.

All the meridians are still closed because they have not practiced.

Just from the meridians, you can't see any problems.

So where is the problem?

Fang Yu continued to observe the situation in Yan Yi's body.

Soon, he discovered... There was a very secret mark on Yan Yi's dantian.

Since Yan Yi had never practiced before, the dantian was empty and there was nothing.

Therefore, nothing...is the normal state.

But at this position, a very secret mark appeared.

If the observation is not keen enough, it is easy to ignore it.

This mark is translucent, and it does not emit any aura itself.

But the position of the dantian involves all the meridians in the body, and it is the heart of the cultivator.

"The imprint in this kind of place should be imposed by some existence? But the problem is that Yan Haitang is not a big man, and Yan Yi is a mortal body that has never been cultivated. Who would do this to them? What is the point of doing this? ?" Fang Yu frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "If it wasn't imposed, then it was innate? But such a mark doesn't seem like it can be inherited..."

Seeing Fang Yu frowning, Yan Haitang's heart sank, and she couldn't help but ask, "Sir Fang, I don't know how my son's health is..."

"It's a little strange." Fang Yu glanced at Yan Haitang and replied, "I want to ask a question, what is your status as a Taoist companion?"

"My Dao Companion's identity?" Yan Haitang was stunned for a moment, then pondered for a moment, then replied, "She... is an ordinary cultivator, with no special identity."