Leaving Purple Butterfly's bar, Ye Chen called a taxi and went straight to the hospital, holding the wine in a particularly bad mood.

When the car stopped at the door of the hospital, Ye Chen walked back to the bed, but Zhang Feng's father and Zhang Ke were nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Feng leaned on the head of the bed, playing with the flying knife in his hand, and watched Ye Chen walk in, Zhang Feng showed a smile.

"What about uncle and sister?"

Ye Chen looked at Zhang Feng suspiciously, not knowing where they went.

"I came in a hurry, and I didn't have any daily necessities, so my sister took my father out to buy some!"

Zhang Feng waved his hand at Ye Chen, motioning for him to sit beside him.

"It's great to see you again before I die!"

As soon as Zhang Feng grasped Ye Chen's hand, he had long known that his condition was serious, and he had always had a wish.

"Don't talk nonsense, everything will be fine, the medical equipment here is good......"

Ye Chen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhang Feng waving his hand.

"We are people who practice martial arts, don't I know what our bodies have become? I was just insisting, not wanting my father to see that I knew. ”

Zhang Feng actually knew that his life was dying, but in front of his father, he pretended not to know.

"Brother, after I leave, remember to help me take care of my father and sister, and entrust them to you, I can rest assured!"

After a pause, Zhang Feng said to Ye Chen, the only thing he can't let go of now is his elderly father and sister, except for the China Association.

"Don't worry, I promise to take care of them!"

Ye Chen couldn't say anything at this time, and held Zhang Feng's shriveled palm tightly, a brother for a day, a brother for a lifetime.

"I don't have anything left for you, keep a thought of these flying knives, I'll go down and be the companion of the ghost king, don't come too early!"

Stuffing the flying knife in his hand to Ye Chen, the corners of Zhang Feng's eyes were already moistened, and people would only find out before they died, it turned out that time was so precious.

After receiving the sharp flying knife, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with tears, he was not a god, and there were times when he had no power to return to the sky, just like Luo Qiao back then.

"Have a drink, and I'll take you out for a walk!"

Now that Zhang Feng knew his situation, Ye Chen did not hide it, and after taking out the wine, he handed it to Zhang Feng.

"Okay, in fact, what I want most is to have a fight with you, the three of us were equal to each other back then, I don't know if you have improved over the years!"

Hearing that there was such a magical wine, Zhang Feng took it, opened the wine stopper and immediately poured a few sips.

When the wine went down, he suddenly felt a hot breath penetrate into his whole body through his limbs, and under the warm current, his whole body was refreshed.

Especially the feeling of weakness before disappeared instantly, Zhang Feng sat up directly and looked at Ye Chen in surprise.

"It's amazing, I finally don't have to lie in bed, it's great!"

Jumping to the ground, he was weak and weak just now, and now he only feels full of energy, and his body is full of strength.

Ye Chen sat there, looking at Zhang Feng with a happy face, the feeling of being sick in bed at a young age was not only from physical torture, but also from mental pressure.

"Brother, why are you up!"

At this moment, Zhang Ke and his father just pushed the door and walked in, looking at Zhang Feng in front of them, they were suddenly speechless in surprise.

"I'm already fine, it's Ye Chen's help, you say yes!"

Zhang Feng turned his head and winked at Ye Chen, he didn't want to tell his father and sister that he was the last time to return to the light.

"I asked a friend to get a special medicine from abroad!"

Ye Chen understood what Zhang Feng meant, stood up and said with a smile.

"No matter how special your surgery wound has not healed, you can't get out of bed!"

Zhang Ke hurriedly walked over and said with an anxious face.

"It's okay, it's okay! Let me go, after lying down for half a year, I feel like I'm connected to the bed! ”

Zhang Feng said that he would not return to bed at all, that kind of life was more painful than death, if he didn't want his father to worry, he wouldn't have done it.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the belt in Ye Chen's hand, and the flying knife with a cold light flashed on it was held in his hand again, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Let him move a little, the doctor said it's okay!"

Ye Chen tried his best to hide his grief and said to Zhang Ke.

"That's fine, don't do too strenuous exercise!"

Zhang Ke nodded, but he could only agree, while Zhang Feng pulled Ye Chen and walked downstairs quickly.

"It looks like the fight can't be fought, so I'll pass on the Swallow Three Stacks of Kung Fu to you!"

Zhang Ke has already followed his ass down, I'm afraid that Zhang Feng won't be able to make the trip as he originally thought, although he is full of energy, but after all, his body doesn't allow it.

However, his three-fold swallow kung fu can be left to Ye Chen.

"No need, isn't the kung fu of the swallow gate not spreading? Leave it to Zhang Ke! ”

Standing in the grove behind the hospital, Ye Chen looked at Zhang Feng, the Swallow Gate has the rules of the Swallow Gate, and the kung fu taught by men and women is not the same.

"I'm afraid that Yanzimen really has no successor, my Yanzi's three-fold kung fu Zhang Ke's wrist strength is insufficient, and he can't learn, just like my father's kung fu of the ghost head knife, my physique can't withstand the kung fu of opening and closing, and it is also this rule that makes Yanzimen too much less opportunity for development!"

Zhang Feng sighed, Yanzimen used to be a big sect, but with the gradual decline of the battle for the door, the original eighteen martial arts gradually disappeared.

The stabbing in Zhang Ke's hand is a close attack, and he is unprepared for a surprise attack, and his flying knife is a hidden weapon for sneak attacks, which is different from his father's ghost head knife.

"Okay, I don't have much time, I still have to accompany my sister more, you have to learn quickly, I'll pass you a stack of swallows first!"

Standing in the woods, Zhang Feng took out a flying knife, like a swallow's wings spread its wings, the double blades were extremely sharp.

With a flick of his wrist, the flying knife shot out, drawing an arc in the air and landing on a tree twenty meters away.

In addition to the use of wrist strength, there is also skillful strength, it took Zhang Feng a full ten years to practice the three-fold kung fu back then, so this is not something that can be learned overnight.

Zhang Ke stood outside the woods, looking at her brother and Ye Chen in the woods, with a smile on her face, she had long hoped that there would be such a day, no longer paying attention to the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and the family lived the same life as ordinary people, while Zhang Ba, the ghost head sword king standing upstairs, looked at the situation in the woods with a sad face.

With his eyebrows locked, he knows his son's body and knows his body better, I'm afraid that this time, Zhang Ke will have to experience more trauma.

But there is no way, no one can stop birth, old age, sickness and death, he has worked very hard to persevere, and he is really tired after hiding for several months.