"If you want to become a great master, there is one real key: you must not lose face." Chen Hui's tone was light and airy.
"Only when you have talent can you be selected by a famous teacher; to be selected by a famous teacher, you have to work hard... But there are so many fellow disciples, no one has good talent, and everyone knows that they have to work hard, but in the end only one can inherit the master's mantle? How?
To stand out?”
"The fight for the mantle between fellow sects is not necessarily any different from the fight for the heir apparent between princes. The fight is not only for ambition, but also for self-protection. If I don't plot against others, others will naturally plot against me... Anyway
It kills people, and the interesting thing is that the better the person is, the sooner he dies."
"This is inside the portal. But things outside the portal are even more chaotic. Divine weapons, secret books from the past, panacea... all of them can help me improve my combat power and realm, so I can't miss any of them.
"
"Except for talent and hard work, including 'Master', everything else that can help me become a grand master can be counted as resources. Resources are limited, and there may not be many people qualified to become a grand master, but those resources
It’s not enough points, what should I do?”
"If you want to become a grand master, you have to rely on talent, luck, intrigues, and conspiracy... Throughout the ages, almost all the grand masters have plotted against their fellow disciples, used their friends, and murdered others. If we catch them all in the yamen,
Everyone should be beheaded."
"A shameless person or a soft-hearted person cannot become a great master." As he spoke, Chen Hui pointed to his nose: "All these guys are cruel and shameless, and I am no exception. I... have...
I will definitely avenge you, but I may not repay your kindness. Boy, do you understand? Even if you find 'Butterfly Blue', I will only accept it happily, and I will not feel that I owe you anything.
I won’t even do anything to help you.”
"I think...it's better to be clear about grievances and grudges as a human being." Song Yang rubbed his brows: "And to be so honest, I thought you had to wait until I found Butterfly Lan and handed it over to you, right? Now, right?
After all, he doesn't seem very smart."
Chen Hui waved his hand nonchalantly: "Can you find Butterfly Blue? Unless the sun sets in the sky. It doesn't hurt to say these things in advance."
Song Yang raised his eyebrows: "What if I find you?"
"Then you just give it to me honestly." Chen Hui laughed again: "You have to understand... I don't mind killing you to get the treasure."
Instead of being angry, Song Yang laughed: "I was originally thinking that after working hard to become a Grandmaster, only to have a hidden disease and my cultivation level plummet, most people can't stand such an exciting thing. I saw you were calm and composed earlier, I really thought you were
Unfettered and in a good mood, I didn’t expect that you would have...been perverted a long time ago."
Song Yang really couldn't find a suitable "ancient word" to describe it, so he could only use the words from his previous life.
Sure enough, Chen Hui was puzzled: "Abnormal?"
Although he had never heard of it, Chen Hui could understand that it was not a good word. He did not pursue it further but changed the subject again: "Actually, giving you advice is not a big deal, but it doesn't have half a fortune compared to 'Butterfly Blue'
Relationship. Maybe I will say a few words to you when I am interested, but you can't expect that what I say will definitely be true. In the past few years, a total of five unrelated young people have asked me for advice, and two of them went wrong.
He was possessed, one's bloodline was shattered, and the other one said the wrong thing when trying to flatter me, and his head was crushed by my palm."
Having said this, Chen Hui paused for a moment, and the smile on his face became brighter: "As for the fifth one...it's you." Then he reached out and gently pressed Song Yang's left hand vein gate.
The left vein gate is the key point for those who specialize in internal strength. How can it be easily handed over to other people's hands? However, Song Yang did not move and allowed Chen Hui to hold his left wrist.
It's not that he trusts the other party, it's just because he is a right-minded person... He was born with a right-centered mind, and the meridians throughout his body are reversed accordingly, so Song Yang's vital point is in his right wrist rather than his left meridian, so it doesn't matter if the opponent catches him. And Song Yang is also probably
It's understandable that Chen Hui's move was not malicious.
Sure enough, Chen Hui just injected a weak zhenqi to explore his martial arts skills.
The great master may give some advice later, but whether he can listen to his advice and whether he will die after listening to it has nothing to do with Chen Hui.
But not long after, the smile on Chen Hui's face gradually dissipated, and was replaced by surprise and astonishment. His old eyes narrowed into two long gaps, and he stared at Song Yang: "Your meridians... are almost like a master of the word B?! How is this?"
What’s going on?”
According to Doctor You's calculation, after eighteen years, the blood refining technique will be completed, and Song Yang's meridians will be transformed to the level of the 'Yi Zi' master. As a result, at seventeen and a half years, an enemy came to visit Doctor You and died unexpectedly, and the blood refining technique
This was the break, and Song Yang's meridian intensity was close to that of 'Yi Zi', but still slightly less than half a point.
Even so, it was enough to make Chen Hui scream, "What a ghost!" His cultivation level was inconsistent with his meridians. This was an unheard of strange thing.
Soon, Chen Hui's expression returned to normal, he took back his energy and let go of Song Yang. He chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that he is still a monster." After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently, sent Song Yang away, and said
No 'guidance' was given.
Song Yang didn't take it seriously, got up and left. Chen Hui returned to the desk and wanted to continue drawing the sun, but after picking up the pen, he began to be in a daze again, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking...
When Song Yang returned to his room, the room was filled with water vapor and filled with the fragrance of flowers. The girl Xiaojiu had not fallen asleep. Her sleeves were rolled up to reveal her lotus-like forearms, wiping her sweat and feeling happy.
The ground greeted him: "The bath water has just been mixed. Please take a bath, sir."
Song Yang shook his head: "I took a shower before you came..."
Before he finished speaking, looking at Xiaojiu's slightly disappointed eyes, Song Yang shook his head again and said with a smile: "There are a lot of things to do tonight, so it doesn't hurt to wash up again, just to relieve fatigue."
However, Xiao Jiu lived up to the pot of fragrant soup, but Xiao Jiu was extremely happy, with a satisfied smile on his face, and he undressed Song Yang.
The outer clothes were okay, Song Yang enjoyed it quite a lot, but when only the undershirt was left, he started to feel awkward.
It was the first time for Song Yang to be undressed by a man, and it was the first time for Xiaojiu to be undressed by a man. His already red face became more and more charming, and his formerly nimble little hands became a little clumsy, and he fiddled with the buttons on the side lapels.
After not untying it for a long time, Song Yang smiled coquettishly, and simply sent the little girl away, took off his clothes in three steps, and jumped into the steaming hot tub full of flower petals.
The hot water rolled over his skin, and the hot air hit his face. Song Yang groaned in comfort, closed his eyes slightly and leaned his head on the edge of the tub... Not long after, Xiaojiu came over again, and pressed a pair of catkins on his face.
Song Yang gently massaged his shoulders.
The technique was so good that the originally tight shoulders quickly relaxed, but Xiaojiu's fingertips became colder and colder for some reason.
Song Yang noticed something unusual and asked, "Why are your hands so cold? Are you sick?" After saying that, he raised his hand to grab Xiaojiu's wrist and helped her diagnose her pulse. Song Yang was mainly worried that there were still residual poisons in her body.
The pulse was strong, but really chaotic. It was not a sign of weakness, but a sign of panic. Song Yang turned back and looked at Xiao Jiu.
The pure and beautiful little face was covered with water vapor, showing a bit of charm without any trace. Xiaojiu's cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were very scattered: "I...I'm a little scared." He paused for a moment and bit his lower lip.
The voice was almost inaudible: "Originally, at this time, I should enter the water and take a bath."
After saying that, Xiaojiu felt that her words were inappropriate again, and hurriedly shook her head and said: "It's not that I'm afraid of you, or that I'm afraid of bathing in the water, it's just that I learned from my aunt before, but it's all fake, and I never...so...
… Flustered for no reason.”
If she really wanted to go into the water, Song Yang would definitely not stop her, but she was afraid that Song Yang would not pull her down. Hearing this, he shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, just squeeze the shoulders and head like this, the bathtub is not enough."
Big, I don’t like to be squeezed.” Xiao Jiu felt a lot more relaxed, and a smile appeared on her lips: “Thank you, sir.” After saying that, she untied Song Yang’s bun and started to help him wash his long hair, because he was nervous.
And the cold fingertips gradually became warm again, and the panic in his eyes was dispelled by the smile again...
After taking a bath, Xiaojiu helped Song Yang put on her underwear. This time she didn't run away, but Song Yang had to carry the clothes on her back to take care of the little girl. After finishing the work, Xiaojiu brought her again
A cup of hot tea: "I will warm the young master's bed. The young master will wait for a moment."
Song Yang coughed: "There is no winter in Nanli, so there is no need to warm your bed."
Xiaojiu did not agree. She had failed to take a bath without getting into the water. No matter how warm the bed was, there was really no difference between the maid and the father-in-law... After a cup of tea, Xiaojiu came out of the bedroom and said with a smile: "I almost fell asleep."
It's warm, sir. Go quickly, sir." After saying that, she pulled Song Yang up and ran to the bed. After waiting for Song Yang to fall asleep, she ran out again in a hurry.
Song Yang wondered: "Why are you so anxious?"
"The water in the tub is still hot, I'm going to take a bath." Xiao Jiu replied happily.
Song Yang was stunned, waved his hand and said: "Um... the water is dirty after I washed it. Ask the servant of the post house to boil a new basin for you."
"No! The water is clean." Xiao Jiu's cheerful voice came from the bathroom. Song Yang didn't know whether to smile bitterly or frown. A beautiful girl took a bath in his used bath water without any scruples. Song Yang
Although I felt this was a bit awkward, I also felt a little more smiley.
But tonight's affairs were not over yet. Half an hour later, Xiaojiu came out of the bath and tiptoed to Song Yang's bed. Song Yang woke up quietly, but did not make a sound. He wanted to see what the other party was going to do.
A soft sound was heard, Song Yang raised his eyes, Xiao Jiu was taking off her skirt, and soon the girl's body was naked in the night, even if the surrounding darkness was deep, it could not hide the youthful luster... Since
There are those who bathe in the water, and of course there are those who sleep late at night.
But Xiaojiu stood still, biting her lower lip several times with her upper teeth. Song Yang could almost hear her heartbeat. It was not difficult to imagine that her fingertips were now so nervous that they were cold. After a while,
Just when Song Yang was about to reach out and pull her into bed, Xiao Jiu finally made up her mind... The rustling sound came again, and she put her clothes back on again.
However, Xiao Jiu did not leave just yet. Instead, he found some cushions for himself and placed them beside the bed. He sat down, placed his hands beside Song Yang's feet, rested his head on his hands, and fell asleep gently.
Song Yang's heart was just like Xiao Jiu's clothes. It was aroused for a while and then came up. He secretly wondered if she was teasing... But in the end, she looked like a kitten curled up and sleeping on her body.
He finally laughed it off and didn't bother her again.
The little girl who has just experienced life and death should just sleep like this.
Early the next morning, as a result of years of habit, Song Yang had already woken up when the first light of dawn dawned. Xiao Jiu was still curled up at his master's feet, sleeping soundly. Song Yang stood up lightly, without making a sound, and reached out to pick up the girl.
Gently put it on the bed, Xiaojiu did not wake up, but still frowned subconsciously, shook her pretty little hands twice, to bother others to disturb her sweet dream...
Song Yang didn't need anyone else to wait on him. On the contrary, in the years after he grew up, he always took care of Dr. You. He put the little girl on the bed. He first went to visit the mute, then came back and started making arrangements for washing, breakfast, and was busy.
Suddenly, he heard an exclamation of "Ouch" in the bedroom, followed by a loud "gudong" sound. Song Yang ran back and saw Xiaojiu lying on the ground, with the quilt wrapped around him in a mess.
No need to ask, Xiaojiu woke up and found that the young master was working while he was sleeping. He got up in a hurry and accidentally tripped over the quilt and fell off the bed.
Song Yang laughed: "I always felt that Lao Gu was not a generous person. Sure enough, the one he gave to me was the stupidest among his men." Xiao Jiu was ashamed and anxious, and got up in embarrassment and ran to wash up, and then came back.
Taking over the work from Song Yang, his face was always red and he didn't dare to say a word...