C132 Immortal Fist

Zhou Yi sat on the sickbed waiting for Mo Qingcheng. However, a strange feeling rose in his heart. If it was before, he would have ignored Mo Qingcheng and left alone.

But now, he actually sat down obediently.

"Okay, let's go. But the doctor has told us to take care of ourselves when we get home. We can't do too much exercise." Mo Qingcheng said as she tidied up Zhou Yi's clothes.

Zhou Yi slightly raised his eyes and glanced at the busy Mo Qingcheng. Looking at her trying to put away his torn clothes in a bag, he couldn't help but laugh. "I don't want those tattered clothes anymore!"

Mo Qingcheng smiled coquettishly and put her things into a bag, then came to support Zhou Yi.

"I'm fine, I can walk by myself!" Zhou Yi's heart skipped a beat. After rejecting Mo Qingcheng's good intentions, he walked forward by himself. However, after just taking a few steps, he felt his legs go soft and he almost fell down.

"The doctor said that your injuries are very serious. I'll help you support him!" After being rejected by Zhou Yi, Mo Qingcheng just followed behind him with a smile. Seeing that he almost fell down, she hurriedly went forward to support him and said softly.

Since he couldn't do it himself, Zhou Yi didn't reject Mo Qingcheng's good intentions again. Instead, he let her help him continue walking forward.

This time, Mo Qingcheng didn't bring Zhou Yi back to the Mo family but brought him to a newly bought property.

"Do you like it?" If there's anything you don't like, I'll find someone to change it for you! " After helping Zhou Yi to sit on the sofa, Mo Qingcheng said with a smile.

Zhou Yi shook his head and didn't say anything. The only thing that made him feel was that Mo Qingcheng's meticulous care for him had made the conflict in his heart disappear a lot.

Since he was injured, Zhou Yi naturally had to cultivate properly to recover his body as soon as possible. He knew that whether it was Yishan or the person who secretly stole his jade pendant, they would both come to him again, so he had to ensure that he had the ability to protect himself.

Moreover, he had to protect that woman well.

The woman who had always taken care of him.

Time flew by. Zhou Yi cultivated in the formation he laid down for an entire afternoon. When the sky was getting dark, he was woken up by his phone ringing. Then, he left his cultivation state.

However, he was disappointed to discover that his body didn't seem to have any improvements because of this afternoon's training.

"Ai!" Zhou Yi sighed, "It seems that the injury is still too heavy."

While shaking his head and sighing, Zhou Yi picked up the phone: "Hello, Chairman Wang, is there any news?" Zhou Yi's eyes darkened slightly as he asked in a low voice.

"Mn, I used an entire afternoon to investigate the list of ancient martial artists that have been entering and exiting the Jiang City. However, there are no foreign ancient martial artists that have entered the Jiang City." Wang Chuan, who was on the other end of the phone, was deep in thought as well. If Zhou Yi wasn't an outsider, who would have the ability to seriously injure him?

"Alright, I understand!"

Zhou Yi replied and hung up the phone.

Today, this matter was getting weirder and weirder. If there were no ancient cultivators entering the Jiang City, then that could only mean one thing, that the person who attacked him was none other than the person from Jiang City.

Thinking up to here, Zhou Yi's gaze also gradually darkened: "Looks like there's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon within the Jiang City, to think that there's actually such a high cultivation level person hiding within the Jiang City. But even if you can hide, I will still lure you out!"

Following that, Zhou Yi once again entered the cultivation state.

It was a pity that the Earth's Spiritual Force was sparse, and the amount of spirit energy that they could use was very limited. Furthermore, this was a city, so it was difficult to find that much spirit energy due to the heavy pollution.

Gradually, Zhou Yi's breathing calmed down.

With each breath he took, he completed a perfect cycle, and his injuries slowly recovered.

Early morning of the second day, when the first ray of sunlight shone on the Jiang City, Zhou Yi also slowly withdrew from his cultivation state.

Since Mo Qingcheng was going to the company, she prepared breakfast for Zhou Yi and left immediately.

After a simple wash, Zhou Yi planned to slip out. However, he found the breakfast on the table, as well as the note from Mo Qingcheng.

"Good breakfast!" At the bottom of the note, Mo Qingcheng drew a mischievous smile.

Zhou Yi curled his lips and sat down. For the first time ever, a trace of warmth flashed across his face.

After breakfast, Zhou Yi wobbled downstairs.

However, what surprised him was that there was a huge park across the street from the residential area. People were coming and going in the park, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

Zhou Yi walked in leisurely, breathing in the fragrance of the flowers in the park. Zhou Yi seemed to have recovered a lot from his injuries.

"Lad, are you coming here to stroll by yourself? There aren't many people your age who can come out for morning training! "

An old man wearing a white Taiji Fist suit laughed as he looked at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi raised his eyes and looked at the old man. He only politely smiled and did not intend to continue the conversation. He then walked forward.

"Young man, what is it? "Don't you want to talk to me?"

Seeing that Zhou Yi had no intention to stop, the old man took a step forward and blocked in front of him as he spoke with a smile.

"Old man, you practice your fist while I walk my path. It seems like the two of us don't have any interactions!" Zhou Yi smiled and looked seriously at the old man again. He found that the old man had an ordinary aura and did not seem to be a cultivator.

But if one had to say that he was any different from an ordinary old man, it might be that his hair was darker and his eyes sharper.

"Young man, your words are really unpleasant. I don't have any ill intentions, I only wanted …" As he said that, the old man suddenly paused.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I just want to ask if you want to learn my Immortal Fist technique from me." The old man rolled his eyes and said with a grin.

Seeing the old man's smiling face, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a bit disgusted. He felt that this old man was just squatting here waiting for him, so he opened his mouth: "I'm sorry old sir, I'm not interested in your Immortal Fist!"

With that, Zhou Yi walked around the old man and continued walking forward.

Looking at Zhou Yi's leaving figure, the old man smiled and shook his head: "If fate wills it, we will naturally meet again. One day, you will take the initiative to come and learn this Immortal Fist from me."

After he finished saying those words, that old man also disappeared into the crowd.

"Strange! It's just an ordinary old man, how could I have such a strange feeling? "

After Zhou Yi walked a distance, he turned around with a puzzled expression. He looked at where the old man was standing just now. However, he suddenly discovered that the old man had disappeared without a trace.

"It seems like he really isn't an ordinary person!"

Zhou Yi muttered in his heart. He never thought that he would encounter such a strange thing just by going downstairs and taking a turn …