In the small courtyard, Song Yun had transformed into a man again. After taking the healing medicine, her physical injuries had basically recovered. Even her hair like steel needles could not return to its original appearance no matter what.
"Miss, you were just using a trick on me, right?" Pingyang said with a flattering look on his face.
Song Yun grabbed their ears and gritted her teeth, "You two bastards, where did you just run away? Do you know that I..."
Halfway through her words, Song Yun glared at the two of them and let go of them angrily.
She is the eldest lady of the Song family. If others knew that she had become a maid, she would really not have to live!
No, you can’t let anyone know that you have made a contract with someone else!
"Who, who is outside..."
Hearing the sound coming from inside the house, Song Yun's expression changed and she hurriedly signaled Pingyang and Qingyuan to hide. However, the yard was so big and there was no way for the two grown men to hide here.
"Go quickly!"
"But Miss, you..."
Song Yun gritted her teeth, "What nonsense are you talking about? Let's go!"
Pingyang and Qingyuan looked at each other and left the courtyard helplessly.
"Is it Xiaofeng?"
Song Yun wanted to go over there, but she thought that she was now in the body of a man, so it couldn't be explained in the past, not to mention that the man inside had seen her appearance after transformation.
If he was seen, wouldn't he be able to hide his identity?!
Song Yun panicked even more when she heard footsteps coming from inside the house.
Just when she was debating whether to hide or not, her strong body suddenly shrank in size and her skin began to become delicate.
Song Yun's face lit up with joy.
Am I going to change back?!
Inside the house, Alang got up and got out of bed, and suddenly found that his limbs had recovered, and his energy and energy were much stronger than before.
Walking out of the house, Alang saw Song Yun in the courtyard at a glance, especially the domineering hairstyle, which made his face look wary, "Who are you? Why are you in my house!"
Song Yun forced out a stiff smile and turned to look at A Lang, "I am the master's... maid, and I am left to take care of you!"
"Master?" Alang was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "You, are you the benefactor's maid?"
"Yes..." Song Yun smiled forcefully, but in her heart she was extremely disgusted with the dirty man in front of her.
If she didn't want to expose her identity, how could she communicate with such lowly ordinary people given her status as the eldest lady of the Song family.
This kind of person is not even qualified to talk to himself!
Alan just stayed on Song Yun's face for a moment, and then looked away. There was no impurity in that pure gaze, only simplicity.
The two were in a stalemate for a while, and Song Yun asked with a stiff smile, "What can I do for you?"
"No need, thank you for your kindness, girl!" Alang smiled at Song Yun, and then went to the back of the house alone.
Song Yun touched her face.
Although I am not as beautiful as that hateful woman, I am at least pretty and pretty. At least I am much prettier than these natives!
But this man just glanced at her lightly, which made Song Yun feel very unhappy, but she didn't dare to show it for fear that her identity would be discovered.
That woman is so hateful, if she knew her identity, she would definitely torture herself in various ways!
So Song Yun has made up her mind that she must survive until the end, and when she sees her father, she will find a way to untie that damn contract!!
What on earth was that man doing in the back?
Song Yun hesitated for a few seconds and followed quietly, wanting to find out.
At the same time, Mu Qianjiu has found a good Feng Shui treasure cave for Chu Feng's mother. As long as the bones are buried here, future generations will surely enjoy endless glory and wealth!
It's just that this tomb only has twenty years, and it will have to be moved after twenty years. Otherwise, future generations, even the richest man in the world, will be reduced to beggars.
"Thank you, Master!"
"Well, remember that no matter where you are in twenty years, you have to come back, remember?" Mu Qianjiu asked again and again, for fear that such an important matter would be forgotten by Chu Feng.
In any case, Chu Feng is also her registered disciple. As a master, she cannot harm her disciple in disguise...
"Yes, Master, disciple, I have remembered it!" Chu Feng nodded seriously, keeping Mu Qianjiu's words firmly in his heart.
Jun Wuxie kept looking at Mu Qianjiu with a strange expression. As for what she said about how the tomb would affect future generations, she didn't pay attention to a word of it.
In his opinion, this kind of thing is nonsense.
The person is already dead, so what future generations will be affected? Who would believe this?!
But when Jun Wuxie saw Chu Feng's eyes filled with admiration, he fell silent again.
"Dad, the sponsor, how's your injury...?" Mu Qianjiu didn't mention what happened last night, but asked about the injury in disguise.
That is my own hard work!
If this guy dares to waste time, she will really be angry and vomit blood!!
"Not bad." Jun Wuxie blushed, and recalled the scenes from last night in his mind.
It's a pity that the time is too short...
Jun Wuxie's narrow eyes fell unconsciously on Mu Qianjiu's lips, with a strong possessive look in her eyes.
"Oh..." Mu Qianjiu was so confused by Jun Wuxie that she responded and looked away...
"Master..." Chu Feng stopped Mu Qianjiu with expectant eyes, "I, can I practice?"
"Ah?" Mu Qianjiu came back to her senses and nodded absently, "Yeah, sure!"
Chu Feng subconsciously grabbed Mu Qianjiu's sleeve, raised his head and looked at her, "Master, I want to become stronger and see my mother again, I..."
"Let me see which technique is suitable for you to practice." Mu Qianjiu raised her hand and pointed her fingers on Chu Feng's eyebrows. In Chu Feng's sea of consciousness, there was a drop of crystal clear water.
The direction in which the water droplets connect is exactly Chu Feng's human-level spiritual veins.
"Water attribute spiritual veins." Mu Qianjiu was a little surprised, but it was just an accident. Among the five elements of spiritual veins, in addition to the wood attribute spiritual veins, water attribute spiritual veins are also relatively rare.
Moreover, water-attributed spiritual vein techniques are very rare!
Mu Qianjiu has collected a lot of exercises, but only has two water-type exercises in his hand. Fortunately, the quality of these two exercises is good.
No matter which one Chu Feng is suitable for, it will be enough for him to cultivate to the Hedao realm!
As for the realm of immortality...
There are really very few people who can cultivate their human-level spiritual veins to the realm of immortality. At least in this Xuanwu Continent, there are only two people, Miu Miu, who can cultivate their human-level spiritual veins to the realm of immortality, or even achieve half-step creation!
But that happened tens of thousands of years ago, and no one can verify whether it is true or false.
"Master, is my talent bad?" Chu Feng's expression was full of nervousness and uneasiness.
"It's okay, but don't worry too much!" Mu Qianjiu comforted, "If your spiritual veins are a little weak, you can use some special spiritual objects to improve them!"
