"I didn't expect Elder Ling to use such acupuncture techniques. In terms of attack, it is much stronger than the acupuncture techniques of our Jindan Sect." Ling Chuxi praised sincerely.
"Sect Leader Ling has given me the award. Everyone has their own strengths. What I want to tell you is that it is not a good thing to learn too much. But having a little miscellaneous knowledge is not harmful to your cultivation. However, it takes too much energy for you to study like this. Someone can give you guidance."
Better, the patriarch of our hidden Ling family is also involved in battle formation, you can ask him for advice when the time comes." Ling Gusong wanted to be humble, but he couldn't hide the proud look on his face.
"Thank you so much, Elder Ling. Don't call me Sect Master Ling. Just call me Chu Xi." Ling Chuxi said politely. After getting in touch with Ling Gusong more, she found that this old man is actually not useless.
If you can afford it, you can let it go, and you should bow your head when you should, and there are not too many tricks. Let's play a little conspiracy. Every time you shoot yourself in the foot, you are so silly and loving.
"Well, I won't be polite to you anymore. I'll call you Chu Xi from now on." Ling Gusong was eager to get closer to Ling Chuxi and said happily.
"Mr. Ling, the acupuncture technique you just performed is indeed extraordinary and admirable." Liang Jinhuai interrupted at this time, looking very interested.
"Young Master Liang, thank you. If you like it, I can teach you." Ling Gusong said happily after being flattered by Liang Jin's flattery.
"No, I'm not suitable to learn this, but I want to ask you for a favor." Liang Jinhuai said.
"Young Master Liang, if you have anything to say, I won't refuse as long as I can do it." The cool-down time for flattery has not yet come, so Ling Gusong behaved extremely generously.
"Can you help me sew this gown? The thread has dropped here." Liang Jinhuai took out a cleanly washed gown and handed it over. After a long time of fussing, the purpose was to flatter.
"Uh..." Ling Gusong's smile froze on his face.
It’s no wonder that people say that eating someone’s soft hand is short-handed. It turns out that listening to other people’s good words will make your ears soft.
"Mr. Ling, you don't know how to keep your words," Liang Jinhuai looked at Ling Gusong and said.
"Okay, I'll sew it for you." Ling Gusong was too embarrassed to go back on his words, so he took the gown, skillfully took out the needle money, threaded it through, and applied it to his hair. Then the needle flew out and he started mending it.
Even though he was reluctant at first, as soon as he picked up the needle and thread, he immediately got into the mood. His movements really required so much proficiency, and his expression really required so much focus and concentration.
It didn't take long for a gown to be mended, and there was no trace of mending at all. Even Ling Chuxi couldn't help feeling inferior to this needlework.
"Good craftsmanship, great craftsmanship, even my mother is not so good at needlework." Liang Jinhuai took over the gown and praised it profusely.
"Thank you, thank you." Ling Gusong's ability to adapt to the situation is still very strong. Anyway, he has done all the sewing work, and he doesn't feel any embarrassment. His old face is almost smiling, and he probably won't let anyone praise his strength.
He is so happy.
"There's another one here, how about you sew it for me?" Liang Jinhuai took out another robe and handed it to Ling Gusong. It wasn't that he was saving, but that these clothes were brought from Jinganyuan and they had a special influence on him.
It has a special meaning, and you can’t bear to throw it away even if it breaks.
"Okay, if there is anything else that needs sewing, bring it all out." Ling Gusong simply refused to accept anyone who came.