26, who are you? What's your relationship with my master?
Song Qianqian returned home, only saying that after breaking off the engagement, Shang Chaoyi was happy to treat her to a meal, and after eating, she went upstairs to have a nice sleep.
When I woke up, it was midnight.
She was woken up.
"Immortal?" She closed her eyes and felt very sleepy, "Why are you crying like a ghost?"
I saw Xianxian's tearful ball stuck on her feet, "Give me silver and warm jiojio~"
After saying this, he couldn't help crying, "Wow!" "The Yin family thought the master was dead, it's so cold!"
Song Qianqian touched her feet, which were indeed like zombies, but she was used to it and experienced it every time she used blood to save people.
It's just that the immortal in the previous life didn't come through, so it doesn't know.
"I can't die. I will be immortal for ten thousand years. I won't cry!" She slipped the Xianxianti over with one hand and stuffed it into her sleeve.
"Fortunately, others can't hear your voice, otherwise you would have scared your family to death..." She hadn't finished her words yet.
A certain ball in the sleeve has begun to snore.
Song Qianqian stopped laughing and continued to sleep.
After that, she took various kinds of blood for three days and finally felt nothing strange.
Speaking of which, the Gu family actually came to Chen Bing Clinic.
She had said hello to Dr. Song beforehand. If anyone wanted to find the old Chinese medicine doctor behind the clinic, just ask her name. If it was the Gu family, just call her.
The person who came was Gu Huaiyi. After asking if there was really a mysterious old Chinese medicine doctor, he asked Xu Yaqin to send the old lady over.
Song Qianqian did not show up, but went through the process of checking her pulse, then gave her medicine and asked them to come back for a follow-up visit in a week.
After seeing off the Gu family, Song Qianqian had just come out of the clinic when her eldest brother, Earl Song, waved to her from across the street.
Oh, she almost forgot about her half-month appointment with Zhan Liunian.
Earl Song watched her walking over leisurely. He always felt that his sister had an extraordinary temperament. She looked like a fairy when she walked simply. She was so pretty!
"What did Boss Zhan ask you to do alone?" Earl Song lovingly touched her head wearing a wig.
Song Qianqian shook her head with an ignorant look, "I don't know, maybe there is a new customer who wants to design a competition with me? Anyway, there will definitely be money for it!"
Earl Song sighed, "Wait until next month, when my brother has saved enough money, you can go back to school. You can just make money by yourself!"
She also nodded obediently.
When the brother and sister arrived at Zun, Earl Song stayed behind to continue training, while Zhan Liunian took her to visit Taoist Priest Qingxuan.
In the car, he handed her a special veil and said, "It's useless for you to compete in a masked competition. No matter you win or lose, you will become famous."
Song Qianqian didn't take it seriously, took the veil and put it on, then closed her eyes to rest.
After eating so much blood in the past few days, there should be nothing wrong with my body.
Xiangyun Temple.
I had an appointment in Zhan Liunian, so I reported my identity and was led to a courtyard in the inner court by the little Taoist priest.
Not long after, the Taoist priest walked out slowly. He looked about fifty, with a thin body but a sharp temperament.
The Taoist priest looked at her, obviously not very enthusiastic, and said to Zhan Liunian: "If the person you choose is him, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much."
He is as thin as a chicken and has zero intelligence.
He preaches and teaches martial arts, but he cannot re-create a person.
Song Qianqian looked at the Taoist priests around him and smiled, "You seem to have misunderstood. I am here to challenge you today, not to become a disciple."
Having said that, she looked at the Taoist Priest several times and always felt that he looked familiar, so she asked, "Can I ask the Taoist Priest's real name?"
Taoist Priest Qingxuan was a little unhappy.
Zhan Liunian looked at her, why would he want to die with a clear vision? But, "Monks don't ask about surnames, Taoists don't tell about longevity, so don't ask blindly."
Okay, when you enter someone else's territory, you should show them the minimum respect.
"Then let's get started." She stood up and leaned the umbrella upright against the corner.
The fairy cried miserably last night, so don't disturb her sleep.
Qingxuan stroked his beard and said, "I don't want to compete with the little baby, sir, I'd better take him back."
With that said, he turned around and left.
However, it was so late and so fast that Qingxuan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when a wisp of wind blew by, his jaw felt stinging.
Song Qianqian was already standing two meters away from him, holding a strand of beard that had just been plucked out in her hand, "I'm offended!"
Qingxuan's face turned dark immediately. This was the most precious thing in his body!
He put his palms up in front of his chest to suppress his temper, "There is no way I would accept such a despicable milk baby as my disciple!"
Song Qianqian didn't care about him and struck again.
Qingxuan was too precious about his beard, so he had to take care of it, so they inevitably started fighting.
I don’t know how many times he defended, or how many strands of his beard were pulled out, before Qingxuan had to tie his beard into a knot and then switch from offense to defense.
Song Qianqian must admit that Taoist master's martial arts are extremely good. There are only a few people who can inherit Chinese martial arts, but this one can be counted as one of them.
Therefore, she devoted her full attention to it.
Song Qianqian no longer bothered Qingxuan's beard, but instead remembered to pinch the vital points.
Qingxuan could basically dodge, but he could only dodge. He wanted to attack her vital points but could never find a chance.
She is as light as a swallow, her movements are very strange, and her techniques are even more cunning. It is impossible to identify which sect she belongs to.
Qingxuan finally found an opportunity and was about to hit her chest with a palm...
She glanced slightly, pinched his wrist, moved her body to one side, and then whirled around his waist.
By the time Qingxuan reacted, her slender fingertips had already grasped his throat.
With just a slight exertion, he would die!
Qingxuan didn't dare to move anymore, because he discovered that this little kid looked as thin as a chicken, but his cleverness was very deadly.
However, she showed mercy and replaced the chokehold with a blow on the chin.
Then she stopped her hand and stood beside her bamboo umbrella with one hand behind her back, "You lose."
Zhan Liunian was dumbfounded.
Are martial arts movies reflected in reality?
Qingxuan was staring at her suspiciously at this moment, "Did you just use a glimmer of light?"
Yeah, Song Qianqian smiled after being noticed.
"Who are you?" Qingxuan frowned suddenly, "What is your relationship with my master?"
Song Qianqian couldn't explain clearly, so she could only wave her hands, "I don't understand what you are talking about. Let's talk about business. Since you have lost, is it not too much for me to make a request?"
She wants Qingxuan to accept his eldest brother, Count Song, as his apprentice.
Of course Qingxuan didn't agree. He never made exceptions. This time he agreed to Zhan Liunian because he heard that if there were no candidates for the Shenbing Department's recruitment, foreigners would be selected based on their strength.
How could such a secret organization be allowed to be infiltrated by foreigners?
So Qingxuan agreed.
Who knew that it would be a little furry guy with an undeveloped vocal cord?
"Please come back!" Qing Xuanbi straightened up and raised his hand to stroke his beard out of habit, then paused and frowned.
"Tearing pain from the shoulder joint to the elbow joint?" Song Qianqian asked with a smile. This was also the reason why he couldn't fight back when she grabbed his throat just now.
Qingxuan could no longer move his arm. He tried several times, but the pain was excruciating!