Has the grandpa collapsed today?

Chapter 15 Meeting Ceremony

At three or four o'clock in the morning, a person suddenly appeared in Gu Qingluo's room.

Taking a closer look, it was Gu Qingluo.

She didn't sleep on the bed at night, but practiced in the realm of the divine seal.

During the live broadcast yesterday, Gu Qingluo's fans increased by more than one hundred thousand, and the black fans also decreased a little, and many passers-by turned fans.

Especially when the confession letter was delivered at night, Gu Qingluo's fans grew the fastest.

The number of fans has increased so much, and the power of her wishes has also increased a lot. At night, Gu Qingluo has been refining these powers of desire.

There are too many vows, and one night's time can't be refined.

Although only a small part of it was refined, it was enough to solidify Gu Qingluo's soul.

She had been in a deep sleep before, and she was finally awakened, and a lot of divine power was wasted because of eliminating the evil god, which made her even weaker.

But now she is much better, her soul is much more solid than when she just woke up, and it is no longer so laborious to use some small spells.

The sun comes out very early in summer, and Gu Qingluo arrived in the courtyard before the sun came out.

She found a decent place to sit cross-legged and planned to refine the innate energy contained in that wisp of purple energy coming from the east.

As soon as she sat down, a man sat cross-legged beside her.

Gu Qingluo knew who was coming without even looking.

Du Xiuyu was right.

After Du Xiuyu sat down, he didn't enter the state of cultivation for a long time.

There was always one thing on his mind.

Du Xiuyu really wanted to know Gu Qingluo's origin, whether she was also from the Taoist sect, and how did she know the boxing techniques of her own sect?
The Seven-Chen Boxing was left by the ancestor of the Qingyang School, and the disciples of the school have to practice this boxing method when they are young, so as to beat their bodies.

It is said that the ancestor of this set of boxing was very powerful when it was used, but it has been passed down for more than 1000 years. After several wars, a part of the boxing has been lost. There is no comparison to what has been handed down.

Du Xiuyu has been using this set of punches since he could walk, and he can feel how the punches are best.

He practiced according to Gu Qingluo's instructions, and the effect was better, smoother and more powerful than his own.

When Du Xiuyu couldn't sleep at night, he also thought about it, maybe Gu Qingluo knew what the real Qichen Quan looked like.

Just how did she know?
After sitting for a while, Du Xiuyu couldn't sit still.

He couldn't help asking Gu Qingluo: "Qingluo, why do you know our school's boxing techniques?"

At this time, the sun jumped out of the ground, and the eastern sky was dyed orange red. Gu Qingluo used her kung fu to absorb that little bit of innate energy.

She let the innate energy circulate in her body, opened her eyes and looked at Du Xiuyu: "Which generation of Qingyang sect disciple are you?"

"No. 15 generation disciple." Du Xiuyu quickly replied.

Gu Qingluo stood up and punched Du Xiuyu in front of her.

Du Xiuyu didn't dare to blink and stared at her until she finished punching.

Du Xiuyu jumped up excitedly.

He was so excited, and in a moment of desperation, he held Gu Qingluo's hand: "Where did you get this boxing technique?"

Gu Qingluo broke free from Du Xiuyu's grasp with a nimble turn of her wrist: "Is there any record of the patriarch in your sect?"

"Yes, yes." Du Xiuyu nodded vigorously.

Gu Qingluo smiled: "Then you should know that one of your patriarchs made friends back then, and the two of them traveled all over the three mountains and five mountains together, and studied the metaphysics of the mind together. The basic mind of the Qingyang School was created by the two together..."

Du Xiuyu calmed down now.

He tried his best to recall that it was indeed recorded in the faction that the patriarch had a confidante, who was in the same heart as the patriarch, traveled the world hand in hand, and helped the patriarch to establish a sect.

"You are right, there is such a thing."

Gu Qingluo punched a few more times, stretching her muscles and bones: "I am the tenth generation descendant of that person."

"Uh?"

Du Xiuyu was stunned for a moment.

He is the No.15 descendant of Qingyang School, while Gu Qingluo is the tenth generation descendant.

The patriarchs of the two of them are close friends, and they founded a sect together. According to the rules, Gu Qingluo's patriarch is also his patriarch, and they are similar to a sect.

Based on this calculation, he has to call Gu Qingluo Master.

only……

The two of them are about the same age, and they are in such an environment, how can he call it out?

"Go back and tell your master to see what classics are missing in your sect, and I will make up for you here."

Qingluo's words made Du Xiuyu yell out willingly: "Master Zu."

"Good grandson." Gu Qingluo patted Du Xiuyu's shoulder with a smile: "Your cultivation is passable at such a young age, and you didn't embarrass your patriarch."

Du Xiuyu's entire face turned red.

He is embarrassing.

"Master, if my master knows that you are here, I might be so happy." Taking a deep breath, Du Xiuyu told himself to be calm, and he smiled and complimented Gu Qingluo: "In the future, you have time to give some advice to the younger generation. .”

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Gu Qingluo made a sudden move, hitting Du Xiuyu directly in the face.

Du Xiuyu reacted quickly and quickly dodged.

The two fought back and forth in the yard.

Of course Gu Qingluo will not come for real.

She just gave Du Xiuyu some tricks, so as to try Du Xiuyu's depth.

Her posture is stretched, her movements are calm and unhurried, and she looks with an indescribable beauty.

And Du Xiuyu was a little embarrassed.

He almost didn't dodge several times, and was almost knocked down by Gu Qingluo.

The more he fought, the more frightened Du Xiuyu became.

Gu Qingluo is not much different from him in age, even if she started practicing from the womb, how many years can she practice?Why is she so powerful?

With such a move, such profound profound strength, even if Du Xiuyu's master is here, he might not be able to stand it.

After playing for a while, Gu Qingluo stopped the moves.

Du Xiuyu heaved a sigh of relief.

He was sweating profusely, came over and cupped his fists and said: "Thank you, master, for your mercy."

And Gu Qingluo didn't even blush after punching such a punch, she still looked so cold and dusty: "I saw something wrong with your cultivation way just now, we are practicing the orthodox Xuanmen Kungfu, but why? Some bloody evil spirit? Come on, let me help you find out what's going on when you have time."

After speaking, Gu Qingluo walked into the house.

Du Xiuyu quickly followed.

It was still early at this time, and everyone was still in a sweet sleep, so Gu Qingluo also went back to sleep.

It was broad daylight when she woke up again.

After getting up, washing and going downstairs, Gu Qingluo smelled the aroma of food.

In the restaurant, Chu Tong, He Jiayun, and Du Xiuyu were all there, and Song Wei was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

Seeing Gu Qingluo going downstairs, he smiled and asked, "I cooked porridge, would you like some?"

"Okay." Gu Qingluo agreed.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, Du Xiuyu stood up.

Du Xiuyu pulled a chair away: "You sit here."

Chu Tong was stunned.

He Jiayun looked Du Xiuyu up and down, and sneered after a while.

Gu Qingluo nodded in satisfaction and sat down proudly.

After sitting down, Gu Qingluo thought of one thing, and the expression on her face became a little stiff.

She thought that no matter it is in the fairy world or in the human world, there are rules in Taoism, and the juniors always have to give a decent gift when they see the juniors who are close to each other.

No matter what, Du Xiuyu is the descendant of her old friend, so she can be regarded as her close descendant.

And this younger generation still knows etiquette and respects her as the patriarch.

As a patriarch, you can't let the younger generation look down upon you, you have to give a more expensive meeting gift.

But her patriarch now has nothing in her sleeves and nothing in her hands, and all the money on her body is not enough to eat a few meals. What should she give as a meeting gift?

(End of this chapter)