Chapter 1879 The Old Sword Slave, the Hand of the Great Confucian
"Are you nervous?"
Qingshui slowly hugged her plain waist from behind and said softly.
Dan Tai Lingyan originally had a slightly tilted forward body, so the most beautiful plump ### draws a curve that is not very exaggerated but is absolutely the most beautiful.
"What am I nervous? Okay, I want to wash dishes. You are waiting for me outside." Dan Tai Lingyan said softly without looking back.
Qingshui let go of her hand at a loss, not knowing whether she was happy or depressed. What was happy was that she did not have excessive reactions or repulsions. What was depressed was that the other party had no excessive reactions. She was like a piece of ice that had been overly cubes of ice for ten thousand years. It was really difficult to melt her.
When Qingshui stood there, his face was naturally decadent and weak. Although it was very small, it was still seen by Dan Tai Lingyan. An indescribable feeling arose in her heart, and she easily reached out to touch Qingshui's head.
"Give me more time and be obedient. Haven't I changed much enough in front of you?" Dan Tai Lingyan couldn't help but comfort him if she saw Qingshui's expression.
Qingshui came back to her senses, with a happy smile on her face: "You still feel sorry for me, do I pretend to be very similar?"
Although Qingshui was not completely depressed before, it was just a little bit. The reason why he said this was that he didn't want Dan Tai Lingyan to have any burden. Dan Tai Lingyan naturally knew Qingshui's intention and gently pushed him out of the kitchen.
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As noon approached, Qingshui spent most of his time at home just instructing others to practice, and also to study his own martial arts, especially the current Nine Yang Dragon Soul. He has never fought any battles with his strength, which made him feel a little itchy.
Sometimes I even think about having a few eyes open and letting myself kill.
It was time for noon, and Qingshui was prepared. After all, the Second Young Master Hua had already told him that people from the Great Confucian Dynasty would come to find him in the past few days, so it is not surprising that Qingshui is now seeing these people coming.
However, he did not show his face and looked at the four people coming seriously.
Two middle-aged men and two old men, wearing white robes and literati, exuding a strong scholarly spirit and a strong righteous spirit, but there is a faint but deep-rooted pedantic spirit in this strong righteous spirit.
This is a feeling, perhaps this pedantic aura is the indispensable aura of great scholars.
This is Qingshui's feeling, his spiritual sense, because Qingshui feels that even the most selfless person is, he will have selfish thoughts. There was a saying in his previous life that if he does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
Of course, there are also many who sacrifice themselves for others, but after all, very few of them, and many of them have other reasons. In fact, in Qingshui's view, there is no need to be truly selfless, because the requirements are too harsh, otherwise those saints would have respected in their previous lives to have such character.
A saint is a legendary existence, and even whether there is one or not, it is hard to say whether he can reach the rumor when he is alive.
The Second Young Master Hua did not come, and Qingshui didn't think much about it. He had not completely cured the Second Young Master Hua, so the Second Young Master Hua would not think that something happened to him.
"You are Qingshui."
The old man in the lead had a strong line, but his bookish spirit was very strong. The combination of the bookish spirit and the tough spirit was a perfect combination, giving him an indescribable temperament, with square eyebrows and straight eyes, giving people a kind of upright spirit and persistent and serious eyes. This is an old man who looks serious but is very responsible. He lacks a little kindness and adds a kind of aura of everyone.
"I am Qingshui, I don't know what you are coming to find me?" Qingshui asked directly.
He couldn't ask clearly. Although he guessed why the other party was, there might be other reasons.
"We are from the Great Confucian Dynasty, I am Jiannu. Everyone calls me Jiannu Old Man. We want to ask you to treat someone, but I don't know." The old man directly told his identity.
But Qingshui felt that the other party wanted to use his identity to suppress others. The name Jiannu Old Man was very special. He had never heard of it. However, Qingshui saw the surprise on the faces of Lan Lingfeng and others. It was obvious that the Jiannu Old Man was very famous.
The Yushen Hall is basically closed now. Although Qingshui has been treating Hua Er Shao for a while, the Yushen Hall has not opened. However, the Great Confucian Dynasty is here to seek medical treatment and does not allow it to open, but to seek medical treatment. I wonder if this is ironic.
"You have found the wrong person, and I no longer help you see a doctor." Qingshui refused the other party.
"Boy, we are here to look at you. Why don't we eat toast and punish you?" The middle-aged man behind the four said after hearing Qingshui's words, his tone was cold.
Qingshui directly turned his attention to this middle-aged man. This middle-aged man has a slender figure and a scholarly spirit, but compared to the old man, he has a strong arrogance, just like the aura that only reads higher in his previous life.
"Oh, how about the punishment?"
When Qingshui saw that others were not talking, it seemed that the other party really didn't take him seriously. Sui Shu's medical skills were very famous, but the doctor was much lower than the warrior without strength. The strong warrior had the highest status.
"Well, I really don't know the world is high. Well, I'll let you know what the gap is today. Arrogance requires capital."
The middle-aged man laughed disdainfully, and then walked towards Qingshui.
Qingshui stood there without moving, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man walking over with a calm look.
The middle-aged man seemed to walk very slowly, but in fact he was very fast, and he got faster and faster, and then reached out to grab Qingshui.
The hand of a great scholar!
When the palm was grabbed towards Qingshui, it turned into bright snow-white, and it became bigger and bigger, as big as two adults, and it was grabbed towards Qingshui.
Dragon capture hand!
Qingshui casually reached out and grabbed the bright snow-white palm.
A loud dragon roar!
"Overbial overestimate one's ability!" The middle-aged man saw Qingshui taking action, the disdain in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Without any pause in his hand, he collided with Qingshui's palm.
Bang!
A snow-white light exploded, and then there was a loud scream.
Of course, it was not Qingshui who screamed. The middle-aged man was knocked away. After landing, he looked at his palm that had become a meat paste. It was not like that. The severe pain made the middle-aged man tremble all over, and his clothes were washed as if they had been washed.
With one move, Qingshui didn't even use all his strength and directly sacked one of the opponent's hands.
It was already merciless to not take his life. At the beginning, the middle-aged man was rude. Fortunately, it was not too much, otherwise Qingshui would have really made him disappear completely.
The old man Jiannu and the other two looked at everything in front of them in a way that they knew very well. With one move, they knew the strength of middle-aged men. They would be like this with a random move. You should know that the hands of the great scholars contain the power of holiness and righteousness, which has several times the blow to the evil ways. Even if it is not the evil ways, they will have some bonuses.
"My hand, my hand is broken, I want you to die, I want you to die." The middle-aged man yelled wildly.