"What are you doing looking at this poor monk?" Zong Qing almost fell to the ground. He suppressed the bad feeling in his heart and looked at Rong Xiyue.
The young man in green shirt smiled easily and extended his hand. Zong Qing immediately took half a step back, but was still patted on the shoulder by Rong Xiyue.
"Master, I have a clever trick here that can restore your hair to a full head of black hair. From then on, you will become more graceful and beautiful as a flower."
Rong Xiyue's expression was very serious, and there was no hint of deception. Her face was stern, as if she was carefully examining Zong Qing's head, thinking about how to treat it and how to restore the black hair on his head in a short time.
In fact, she was choosing which spot was most suitable for planting the white flower.
After picking it up, it seems that the middle piece is the most suitable. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, the heaven and the earth, and the obsession of the demon monk to nourish the poisonous flower. Given time, this poisonous flower will definitely be able to gallop around the world!
"What's the trick?"
Zong Qing looked a little moved, with his peach blossom eyes twinkling, and his innocent and pure look, which really made people want to take a bite out of that fair and beautiful face.
"Plant flowers."
Rong Xiyue opened her thin lips slightly and spit out these two words.
"What?! Donor, you want to plant flowers on the poor monk's head?!" Zong Qing immediately jumped up, took a step back, covered his head, which was smoother than a golden egg, and looked at Rong Xiyue warily, peach blossoms
His eyes were full of nervousness.
Rong Xiyue nodded matter-of-factly,
"I am fully confident that your hair will grow again, but I need to plant flowers on your bald head," Rong Xiyue stood up and looked around the place.
After planting the flowers, it’s time to go out and explore the surrounding environment first.
Zong Qing obviously didn't believe it and shook his head violently.
"The poor monk should wait for his hair to grow back slowly, so as not to trouble the donor."
That white flower grew by the Poison Pond. When it touched the fingertips of October Rong, his fingertips instantly turned black. If he planted this flower in his head, wouldn't it be...
Zong Qing didn't dare to think about it any more.
I miss him. He is suave, handsome, unrestrained, and his jade trees are stunning in the wind. His beauty is unparalleled. How can he plant flowers on his head? If he mentions his name, how many women will be impressed!
However, Zong Qing had a second thought. Outside, it seemed that they only knew his title, but no one knew his name.
Zong Qing, Zong Qing, is indeed an ordinary monk.
"I must be responsible for what I have done. I am a good young man." Rong Xiyue said seriously, taking out the silver needle and white flower.
Zong Qing's eyes widened. There was nowhere to run here. It was very strange. He couldn't move around. If he touched any mechanism, the gain would outweigh the loss.
He stared at the silver needle closely, but he was worried that the silver needle would sink into his head. The thought of a silver needle running around in his head made his heart tremble, let alone the silver needle digging holes in his head.
After that, this kind of flower on top,
What a strange sight that must be!
We must not let such a scene happen!
Zong Qing had a serious face and protected his head, but he never thought that the silver needle Rong Xiyue had was not used to dig holes in his head.
As soon as he raised his hand to protect his head, with the doctor's familiarity with the acupuncture points of the human body, Rong Xiyue's silver needle was immediately used, sealing the acupuncture points where Zong Qing's left and right hands moved, and the meridians were paralyzed for a period of time.