Wei Xiao is a name that makes people tremble and uneasy, but Wei Changsheng is just a very talkative cook.

The second-hand bicycle he was riding was a women's model, and his feet were always a bit unable to stretch out. When riding, his back was slightly arched, and he pedaled very slowly, waiting for his little girl to jump on the back seat... It was okay when he was a child.

If you are older, you won’t be able to jump. The back seat of this car is welded very thin. It is just a decoration, not for carrying people. Gan Qing had this thing crushed when he was twelve years old and sat directly on the back seat.

Being on the wheel is very damaging to your self-esteem.

The unlucky master was laughing so hard that she was leaning against the wall. She was so angry that she cried, and she vowed to practice Qing Gong hard from then on.

...I haven’t accomplished anything famous in practice.

The master is an old-fashioned "number-only" person. She remembers that when she was a child, he was still willing to teach her skills. When she got older, he stopped teaching. He would hold a calculator all day long and compare her exams with the kid next door.

It was almost impossible to extract a single move from him, and he didn't seem to expect her to be able to make a difference.

When Gan Qing was a child, he secretly wondered if he was afraid of "teaching his apprentices to starve their masters to death." None of the villains in martial arts novels who didn't regard their apprentices as human beings were as stingy as him.

"I am still a dabbler without a master to guide me through the door." Gan Qing brushed away the pine needles that fell under the tombstone. She had been standing here for an unknown period of time, with a layer of dew falling on her body. She put on the hood of her coat, and she

Lifting his legs and walking out, "If I don't work hard enough and I die in the hands of others, it will be your fault..."

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the pine trees, surrounded by the fierce sound of wind, and appeared in front of her in a blink of an eye, grabbing her.

Late at night, in the cemetery, in the dark, on the lonely gravel road, two rows of tombstones stared at her with half-smiling faces... She had just finished speaking ill of the dead.

Even though Gan Qing was so bold, he almost had a heart attack. He let out an "ouch" and blurted out: "Master, I was wrong!"

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