"Let's talk about your realm attainments and whether they come from my Kunlun lineage."
Suning said calmly: "Okay."
Less than ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open.
Tang Jingyue, who was wearing a green robe, walked straight in, followed by the carefree Pei Chuan.
Zhou Chengliang immediately threw away the cigarette butt, walked forward with a poop and said: "Second Elder, Master Pei."
Tang Jingyue responded calmly, her eyes immediately locked on Suning.
Pei Chuan winked and waved his hand, signaling Zhou Chengliang to go out.
The latter bowed and left, carefully closing the door.
Suning pretended to be calm, but in reality he was in a tidal wave of emotions.
The excitement in his heart was like boiling water, which made him almost uncontrollable and wanted to get up and call his aunt.
Tell her what happened two months ago, the arrival of the Immortal Guards, and the secret of the Qi of Creation.
Everyone's memory was wiped, the cause and effect were cut off, and the whole story was cut off.
He wants to go back to the past and return to the Suning he once was.
But he knew he couldn't do that.
First of all, no one will believe him, believe the crazy words of this poor man who wants status but no status, wants status but no status, and is forgotten by the whole world.
Second, when leaving Kunlun, Su Xinglan's warning was still echoing in my ears.
The methods of the immortal family are definitely not something that ordinary mortals can compete with.
Forcibly instilling memories may be counterproductive, and the horrific consequences may be something Suning cannot bear.
Therefore, even though the past two months have been like years, even if his eyes are blurred by tears at this moment, he still dare not tell the truth about that night.
He gritted his teeth and lowered his head silently, trying to calm down his mixed emotions.
"you......"
Tang Jingyue was about to ask, but for some reason, her silent heartstrings seemed to be suddenly touched.
The palpitating trance caused her to lose consciousness for a moment, and her face turned pale inexplicably.
"Kick."
Her delicate body shook slightly, and her brows showed a look of pain.
Pei Chuan, who noticed something strange, quickly stepped forward to help him and said, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Jingyue leaned back on the desk, rubbed her temples with her thumbs and said, "No, it's okay. I guess I didn't sleep well last night."
Pei Chuan said worriedly: "Go and sit down and leave this kid to me."
Tang Jingyue declined politely: "No, it concerns Junior Brother Xinglan, I have to ask in person."
After taking a short rest, she rolled up the broken hair around her ears, looked at Suning again and said, "You said that Su Xinglan taught you skills for two years. Can you tell me specifically which year it was?"
Suning simply said: "Six years ago."
Tang Jingyue asked again: "How old are you and what do you look like?"
Suning pointed to the small coffee table not far away and quickly replied: "Before you came, the leader Zhou asked me to draw it."
"About the shape, he said it has an eight-point resemblance."
Tang Jingyue winked at Pei Chuan, who immediately walked over and leaned over to watch.
After a while, he fiddled with the white paper and said: "The painting is good, it does look like Uncle Xinglan."
Tang Jingyue asked curiously: "Since my junior brother Xinglan asked you to come to Kunlun Headquarters to report, I didn't give you any letterhead or other items as proof?"
Suning said seriously: "He said that my ability is the best proof."
"Eight-character observation of physiognomy, Feng Shui to eliminate evil, and the secret skills of Kunlun are involved."
"Others can't learn from it."
Tang Jingyue said calmly: "Besides these, what else have you learned?"
The corner of Suning's mouth raised, and the next sentence he said was shocking: "Does the Demon Sword Technique count?"
"Although I have no cultivation level, I have never entered martial arts."
"But he has practiced swordplay in front of me so many times that I will inevitably memorize a few moves."
"Not many, I can barely remember more than twenty moves."
"As for the subsequent moves, it's not that I have a bad memory, it's that he doesn't want to practice them."
While talking, he spread out his left hand, retracted his middle finger, little ring finger, and used his index and middle fingers as swords, and began to make gestures in a formal manner.
From the first move to the twenty-fourth move, Suning soon completed the drill.
