Qin Yao was lying on the rocking chair, with his feet together on a square stool covered with cotton towels. A pair of cold fingers gently pressed the soles of his feet. Regardless of the technique, the temperature alone made him very comfortable.
Nie Xiaoqian was a young lady from an official family, an embroidery worker, and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. After her accidental death, her soul was controlled by her grandmother. She also learned skills such as seducing men and figuring out human nature, but she never pinched anyone's feet, so she always
There was no way to start with the time, so I had to rub it gently and slowly, so the pinching of the feet became more and more like teasing.
Qin Yao's heart felt like still water. He slowly closed his eyes and allowed the female ghost to do what he wanted. His mind gradually relaxed.
He just wanted this feeling, and the skill level of the other party was actually not that important. After all, no matter how advanced the skill was, it would still be the same if he didn't have sore feet.
This pinching lasted for half an hour. Seeing that his eyes were still closed, Xiaoqian hesitated to speak, and finally forced herself to calm down and work.
"That's it."
As if seeing her micro-expression, Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, took out a scroll and handed it to the other party: "Thank you for your hard work today, this is your reward."
Xiaoqian's heart moved, she stood up, took the scroll, and slowly unfolded it.
Sure enough, this was the picture that stopped me on the street today.
"Does the Taoist priest know the origin of this painting?" Xiaoqian was so moved that the unhappiness of being enslaved disappeared. She held the scroll with both hands and asked with a complex expression.
Qin Yao looked at her slightly cold figure and said, "I would like to hear the details."
"This painting was made by my father. Shortly after it was completed, I died of illness. My father buried my ashes under a big tree, and my soul lingered on the tombstone. Before I could say goodbye to him properly, there was a scene in the mountains.
A group of extremely vicious mountain people jumped out, killed my parents, and took away their gold and silver. This painting was also looted at that time, but for some reason it fell into the hands of the art dealer." Nie Xiaoqian said quietly.
Qin Yao was silent for a moment and asked: "What happened later, did you take revenge?"
Nie Xiaoqian shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her smile: "That area is the territory of the red-haired ghost Huahua Taisui. All the villagers in the village are followers of Huahua Taisui. There is even an old man who teaches the Dharma through Tai Sui. He is very powerful. I am not him
opponent."
"There are such twists and turns." Qin Yao was delighted when he saw Xun Xin, and said without hesitation: "Take me with you tomorrow night, and I will meet the pharaoh and Huahua Taisui in this village."
Nie Xiaoqian was stunned and looked at the other party dreamily.
Ever since her parents left, no one has ever treated her so well...
"What's wrong with you? Don't you have any hidden secrets?" Seeing her stunned, Qin Yao asked proactively.
Nie Xiaoqian shook her head quickly, and in her excitement, she was like a moth that saw the light, leaping towards the opponent, even though she knew the heat of the flames, she was not afraid.
But what she never expected was that Qin Yao dodged away from her embrace, causing her whole body to hit the rocking chair with a bang, breaking the rocking chair into pieces.
"Do you want to repay kindness with hatred?"
Qin Yao appeared in front of her with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pointed at her head.
Nie Xiaoqian: "..."
The ambiguous and charming atmosphere was completely shattered under the cold blade, leaving Nie Xiaoqian feeling aggrieved and amused at the same time.
"I don't want to retaliate, I'm just too excited and grateful, and I want to hug you."
"Let's find another way to release our emotions in the future." Qin Yao put away the long knife and said calmly.
Nie Xiaoqian twitched the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and responded with a shrug, "Yes."
"Okay, you can go out." Qin Yao waved his hand.
"I'll clean up here first before I go out." Xiaoqian stood up straight from the ground and pointed to the fragments of the rocking chair on the ground.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding."
After a while, a series of sounds of weapons clashing suddenly reached the room from far to near.
Qin Yao came to the window, raised his hand to push open the window, looked up, and saw two figures wielding swords at each other, kicking their legs at each other, and slowly descending from high altitude to the courtyard.
"boom."
When they were close to the ground, the bearded man among the two suddenly used an iron mountain support and leaned heavily on his opponent's chest. He pushed his body, which was a head higher than his own, into the air and staggered to the ground.
"Brother Xiahou, I accept the concession."
Both feet landed firmly on the ground. The bearded man did not take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory. Instead, he put away his sword and saluted.
"I accept your mother's permission, you are attacking me sneakily." Xiahou Swordsman stood up with his sword in hand and cursed with an angry expression.
"You are depressed, angry, and your swordsmanship is chaotic and unorganized. It is all supported by your strong internal strength. It is not difficult to defeat ordinary second- and third-rate swordsmen with your profound skills, but in front of me,
If you can't regain your composure, you will never be able to defeat me. Don't use sneak attacks as an excuse. If we have a normal confrontation, how can we get a sneak attack?" The bearded man said in a deep voice.
"Just wait for me." Xiahou Swordsman shouted: "Next time I find you, I will be stronger than you."
"You always say this, but when is it better than me?" The bearded man shook his head.
The Xiahou swordsman snorted coldly and flew away, but unexpectedly a big golden hand suddenly appeared above his head. Shocked, he hurriedly raised his sword and stabbed it. As a result, he was suppressed with the sword.
"Buddhist magical powers..."
The bearded man followed the energy conveyor belt of the Buddha's palm to a room, and saw a tall, Yuan Tingyue-like figure standing in front of the window sill. He stretched his palm out of the window and pressed it down gently.
He bent the Xiahou swordsman's sword and at the same time made his legs gradually sink into the ground.
"Stop!" After his waist was bent along with the sword, the Xiahou swordsman cried out in pain.
Qin Yao raised his palm slightly, and the Buddha's hand suppressing Xiahou swordsman instantly disappeared without a trace.
The Xiahou swordsman was severely framed, his steps staggered, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
Raising his hand and looking at the twisted sword, Xiahou Swordsman threw it to the ground and looked at the window sill in horror.
In the 20 years since his debut, he has seen countless martial arts masters, but he has never seen anyone who can express his true energy to such an extent. It is simply unbelievable.
"You two came to my dojo for a fight. You ask me what I want?" Qin Yao asked.
Xiahou Swordsman: "..."
"Sorry to bother you." The bearded man was obviously an honest man. He held the long sword and saluted with cupped fists.
"May I ask to what level you have raised your cultivation level? Could it be that you are an immortal?" Without waiting for Qin Yao's reply, Xiahou Swordsman rushed to the window sill after awakening and asked with his head raised.
As a martial artist, who doesn’t long for the immortal way?
If one can enter Taoism through martial arts, become an immortal and become an ancestor, then he himself can be compared to the myths!