Seeing Feng Jiahui like this, Ge Dongxu couldn't interfere, so he could only shake his head and prepare to sit down.

"Cough cough, let him come." However, Mr. Feng coughed in anger while pointing at Ge Dongxu.

"Dad! He is just a high school student, if there is no seriousness..." Feng Jiahui couldn't help but said anxiously.

Because the matter Ge Dongxu and Mr. Feng talked about involves Feng Fengchen's private affairs for many years, there were only Ge Dongxu and her in the room, and there was no nursing staff accompanying him. As for Tang Yiyuan, he did not come up together after he went back with him.

Since it has nothing to do with the recipe of Qinghe herbal tea, it is naturally difficult to enter and exit this courtyard casually.

But Mr. Feng still pointed at Ge Dongxu in a daze.

Feng Jiahui knew her father's temper, so she didn't dare to disobey her, so she had to explain seriously: "Be careful, don't be too serious."

Ge Dongxu frowned and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I understand medical skills, I know what to do."

Just kidding, if Mr. Feng was not the old revolutionary he respected, he might not have been willing to take action with Feng Jiahui's attitude!

Who is Feng Jiahui? She is not from a wealthy family, and many people can only look up to her position now. She has never been refuted by a high school student like this. She couldn't help but look angry on her face, and she wanted to have an attack. But when she saw her father glaring at her, she finally let go helplessly and looked at Ge Dongxu sternly.

As a practitioner of Taoism, what he explores is the way of immortality, the way of flying and hiding the earth, and overwhelming mountains and rivers. Ge Dongxu seemed friendly on the surface, like a big boy next door, but at heart he had the arrogance of a Taoist monk. How could he be scared by Feng Jiahui's eyes? Not only was he not scared, he looked back at Feng Jiahui indifferently, almost vomiting blood.

Nowadays, only the young man in front of him dares not take her seriously.

When he walked behind the old man, Ge Dongxu did not pat the old man's back lightly, but gently rubbed the Dingpanto point on his cervical spine, and placed the other hand on the Tiantu point in the center of the upper sternum and rubbed it gently.

Seeing Ge Dongxu put his hand on the old man's cervical spine and sternum, Feng Jiahui's face suddenly changed and immediately shouted: "What are you going to do?"

"It should be asking you what you are going to do? He called out, have you never taught you how to treat guests?" It was not Ge Dongxu who answered Feng Jiahui, but Mr. Feng's angry voice.

He was full of energy and didn't look like an old man who couldn't even breathe.

"Dad, are you okay?" Feng Jiahui couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw this, and even forgot that her father scolded her for not knowing how to treat guests.

"With this brother taking action, what can I do? I won't apologize to him!" Mr. Feng said with a calm face.

Feng Jiahui realized that her father was angry and suddenly showed a hint of fear and fear.

This is how life is. When she gets something, sometimes she will inevitably lose something. In ordinary people's homes, it is normal for a father to scold his children, and sometimes it even gives people a warm feeling, because that is like a family. But in a political wealthy family like the Feng family, Feng's reprimand often gives another meaning, allowing Feng Jiahui and other children to look at their father's reprimand from the perspective of ordinary families.

Even though the old man had already retired and was at home, this situation did not change much.

Seeing that Mr. Feng was so angry that Feng Jiahui, who was already in his early forties, was so frightened. Ge Dongxu felt a little disgusted and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Feng, don't be angry. Aunt Feng didn't expect that I was so young and knew medical skills. Moreover, I didn't know how to massage the Dingpan and Tiantu acupoints in advance."

"Hmph!" Old Feng's face slowed down slightly when he heard this. He glared at his daughter, then looked at Ge Dongxu with a kind smile, and reiterated the old words: "Who delivered your herbal tea recipe to you?"

"It's the master!" Ge Dongxu replied, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

Ge Hong is the founder of Taoist herbal tea, but many recipes have been lost. The Qinghe herbal tea recipe has been passed down. Ren Yao also passed it to Ge Dongxu at that time. When Ge Dongxu thought of doing the herbal tea business, he looked through several herbal tea recipes that Ge ** were in his mind, and finally chose Qinghe herbal tea.

"I'm sorry, it reminds you of sad things, but I'll ask you again. Have you ever heard your master mention your master's affairs?" Old Feng's eyes flashed with disappointment and apologies, but he still asked.

In Mr. Feng's opinion, his benefactor is at least thirty years older than him. If he is still alive now, he is over 100 years old. Ge Dongxu is so young that he will definitely not be his successor, but he may be his disciple. It may be possible that this kind of thing was the most suitable thing to ask him about his master, but he did not expect that Ge Dongxu was young and his master had passed away.

"Can I ask Grandpa Feng why he cares so much about Qinghe Herbal Tea?" Ge Dongxu asked back without answering.

This question has been lingering in his mind on the way he came.

"Because I drank this tea when I was." The old man showed a remembrance expression on his face, saying, "I was twelve years old that year, and I was seriously ill and had not eaten for several days. I would have died. Later, a middle-aged Taoist priest came. He rescued me and took good care of me. During this period, I drank the herbal tea he had made, which was the taste of Qinghe herbal tea. By the way, he also taught me how to meditate and breathe. If it weren't for the way to meditate and breathe, maybe I would have been no longer in this world. I always wanted to find him, but unfortunately he didn't leave his name at that time, and he was in chaos and could not find it. Later, the age was far away, so there was no way to find it. This matter has always become a regret in my heart. Oh, by the way, I still vaguely remember that he had a peach wood sword and a bagua furnace pendant hanging around his waist."

After Feng Lao finished, Ge Dongxu already knew who he was. His eyes couldn't help but turn red. He took out his wallet and then took out a yellowed photo from the wallet.

In the photo, a white-haired Taoist priest was holding a child wearing patched clothes.

This is the only photo Ge Dongxu took with his master, and Ge Dongxu has always been with him.

"Is it him?" Ge Dongxu asked in a trembling voice.

"It's him! It's him! How could you have his photos?" Although many years later, although Mr. Feng met Ren Yao in his middle age at that time, he still recognized the white-haired old Taoist priest at a glance as his benefactor, the benefactor who conveyed his meditation and breathing.

"I am the child he holds!" Ge Dongxu shed tears.

"It's you! You are the disciple of your benefactor!" Old Feng was shocked when he heard this, and then he trembled slightly to stand up from the wheelchair. Two lines of old tears rolled down from his increasingly turbid old eyes.l3l4

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