"Do you want to come to my house for dinner tonight?" Zhang Xiaoqing blinked and smiled brightly. She had never concealed her affection for this young man. She once proudly said that she was the one who protected the young man and no one else could.

Bully.

Xu Ming waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Forget it this time, I still have some rice at home, so I can make do with it. If I go to your house every now and then to eat, I'm afraid everyone will gossip about me."

Zhang Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes widened and she said: "I want to see who dares to gossip? I'll punch him first and see if he still dares?"

Xu Ming was really at a loss for this girl who looked cute on the surface but was actually a bit slutty, so he finally called her home.

In fact, not only Zhang Xiaoqing, but their family treated Xu Ming very well. From the time he moved here to now, if he hadn't had this neighbor to take care of him, Xu Ming wouldn't have been able to survive even if he had this three-acre land.

Moisturize.

Zhang Xiaoqing has embarked on the path of spiritual practice. All this is due to her father who has unique skills. He is quite famous even in the city. Even the Fenghu Gang would be a little afraid, otherwise today

Wei Xian will not give up so easily.

That guy would definitely not dare to make trouble for Zhang Xiaoqing, but he would definitely vent his anger on him, a soft persimmon.

We still need to make some preparations. That guy will definitely come again tomorrow, and his posture will only be bigger than today.

…

After experiencing this turmoil, even if the medical clinic is open, there will probably be no business coming to the door, so it will simply close down and run back to the backyard.

The house is divided into a front room and a backyard structure, and there are two small rooms in the back. If a family lives in it, it may be a bit reluctant, but for today's Xu Ming, it is more than enough.

The house at the main entrance of the backyard was where he lived, but he didn't go there, but to the side room that was supposed to be used to store sundries.

Opening the door, the sunlight from outside shone in, making the originally dark room instantly brighter.

The furnishings of this room are very simple, except for a few sundries piled on both sides. On the wall at the end of the doorway, there is an old man in ragged clothes and with white hair sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

repose.

When the sound of opening the door came, the white-haired old man opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his cloudy old eyes. When he saw the young man, he asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?"

Xu Ming, who didn't close the door smoothly, sat on the ground not far away from the old man without any restraint: "I almost caused trouble today, it's a bit unlucky, so I'll just close the door for one day and reopen tomorrow."

No one except Xu Ming knew about this old man. He was very mysterious and never told him any information such as his name.

But the old man in front of him can be regarded as half of his master.

I met him about half a year after arriving in Beihuang City. At that time, Xu Ming saw that the old man was injured and thought about whether he could get some medical expenses, so he took the old man over to see a doctor. As a result, the disease was not cured.

He still stayed here on the grounds that he would not leave until he was cured.

It was only later that Xu Ming realized how extraordinary this old man was. This old man never hid his cultivation in front of him. Even an ordinary person like him could feel that invisible aura very clearly.

The set of movements that Xu Ming is practicing now is the "method of luck" taught to him by the old man. According to the old man, once this cultivation method is practiced to the depths, the rumors in the world will say that the sword fairy flies thousands of miles.

It's no problem to kill someone, or to open a mountain with one strike.

Of course, for now, Xu Ming doesn't quite believe it. However, his strength is not as good as the doctor he appears to be. If he had the intention to fight back today, he might not even wait for Zhang Xiaoqing to come, and that Wei Xian would be killed by him.

Trampled underfoot.

It's a pity that before practicing this unknown luck method, the old man said that one should not expose one's own strength when matters of life and death are not involved.

It's not that Xu Ming is afraid of this terminally ill old guy, it's just that since he agreed to it in the first place, he's too embarrassed to go back on his word.

The white-haired old man lowered his head and just hummed softly after hearing the words.

The room fell into silence for a long time. Xu Ming thought of something and said: "It seems that with the medicinal ingredients I prepared during this period, your body bones have not deteriorated, otherwise you would not be in the mood to chat with me."

The white-haired old man twitched the corner of his mouth, seemingly sarcastically: "It would be almost the same without your crappy stuff."

Xu Ming rolled his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said casually: "Oh, by the way, more and more people from other places have been coming recently. Today, I saw a lot of people in strange clothes who didn't look like we were from the Wei Dynasty appearing in the city.

There are quite a few.”

The old man, whose expression had not changed from beginning to end, finally raised his eyelids: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Actually, I want to say that Beihuang City has lost a lot of people now. Those with no background in the family will go to the north to apply for jobs when they grow up. Those with some background will make connections and go south. I am thinking now, should I find some time?

, let’s go south and flee, but I don’t know if your body and bones can bear it.”

The old man glanced at him: "It won't be a problem to kill you with one hand, what do you think?"

Instead of being angry, Xu Ming was cheerful: "Forget it, talking to you is a waste of time. I have to practice my skills as soon as possible."

"What is the introduction to martial arts?" the old man asked abruptly.

Xu Ming replied with a smile: "The cultivation realm is divided into nine levels. After that, there is the Qi nourishing realm and the aperture rushing realm. Although I have never seen the leader of the Fenghu Gang take action, but according to the rumors, I think he started at the eighth or ninth level of the body cultivation realm."

The old man shook his head slightly, with some disdain, and then changed the subject: "Did someone beat you up today?"

Xu Ming, who was about to pat his butt and leave, rolled his eyes: "Isn't it because of your warning? We are people who keep our promises, how can we fight back?"

"Good fight!" the old man said in an appreciative tone, not caring about the boy's feelings at all.

Xu Ming has long been accustomed to such words: "Oh, by the way, I may have to go out tomorrow. Uncle Sun hasn't given me the medical expenses for the past two days. If I don't ask for it, tomorrow will probably be countless times worse than today.

I would be embarrassed if I kept hiding behind women."

"If you can't give me money, why don't you ask someone to borrow it?" The old man smiled half-heartedly, as if he was looking at a fool: "Or, after practicing the luck method for two years, but not entering the realm of self-cultivation, it has damaged your brain?"

Xu Ming looked helpless: "We owe a lot of money to a lot of people now. If we borrow again, I won't have the shame."

For the first time, the white-haired old man did not utter any sarcasm. Instead, he took out a necklace-like object from his arms and hung a blue stone with a rough surface. He threw it to Xu Ming: "I'll lend you this for now.

The bruises on your face can be eliminated in one night. Otherwise, if you are always carrying a big pig head, I will also want to beat you."

Xu Ming unceremoniously accepted the stone, which was otherwise normal except for the strange color. He thanked him and left the room.

Hanging the stone around his neck, there was no difference. Xu Ming hummed a little tune and came to the small courtyard, performing the same set of actions that had not changed for thousands of years.

Inside the house.

The white-haired old man's eyes became very clear at some point, no longer muddy and dirty. He looked through the window at the young man who was practicing Qigong, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wufu, said to be Wufu, is actually a popular name. The real name should be warrior.

After typing over and over again, step by step, the day passed.
Chapter completed!