Ancient master modern police

A congenital master luck helps a martial artist who is about to feel angry to practice, that is simply a cheating device, Tang Ying immediately felt an inexplicable ability entering his body, that layer of breakthrough barriers is like a household paper, one pokes it break.

After a while, Tang Ying felt the powerful energy coming out of his body backwards. Feeling lost, he felt that this energy didn't exist around his body. He was overjoyed and wanted to swallow the sea, but found that he had absorbed it. The efficiency is simply slow as a snail crawling.

If the energy of the outside world is the ocean, Tang Ying realizes that he is at most a cat licking the water with his tongue on the beach, and the zhenqi that Zhang Qi poured into his body just now is like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. The estimate of Zhang Qi's strength is still too low.

"Mr. Zhang..." Tang Ying opened his mouth and said in an excited tone, "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your success, Tang will remember it in his heart."

"Old j is right, I'm just a person, I can't change anything," Zhang Qi walked to Tang Ying's desk, picked up a brush and started to paint, and continued, "If a tiger can only To protect 100 people, we have 1 people, so it is enough to produce [-] tigers.”

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, Tang..." Tang Ying hurriedly wanted to express his determination, but Zhang Qi waved his hand to signal that he didn't want to hear this, "Needless to say, just do it."

Hearing what Zhang Qi said, Tang Ying didn't dare to refute anything. He consciously stood beside Zhang Qi and stretched his neck to see what he was painting.

"This character is quite special." Tang Ying thought strangely in his heart. He didn't know that Zhang Qi's mastery of hard-tipped characters was still average, so the characters were naturally not much better. "This painting is even more special."

After muttering for a while, Tang Ying was taken aback suddenly, why does this painting look like a person?And this word... "Is it a martial arts secret book, it seems to be a little different from the one given by the old man."

"This is the Moyun boxing method, with some luck techniques and breathing methods, it's enough for you." A registered disciple is a person who can let others know that he is the one who taught him, but he doesn't recognize him as a formal apprentice, so Zhang Qi will naturally He taught Tang Ying something, just according to the speed of Tang Ying's practice just now, Zhang Daxia found that except for the most common Moyun Temple Boxing, the others were really not suitable.

"Mr. Zhang..." Tang Ying was moved and a little nervous. Although Zhang Qi taught him very good things, Tang Ying really didn't want to be a teacher. With the development of modern society, it is necessary for a person in his 30s to pay more than 20 years old. It is not that simple for a year-old person to kneel down to worship a teacher, and the test in his heart is very difficult to pass.

Struggling for a while, when Zhang Qi handed the written paper to Tang Ying, the latter remembered the vast infuriating energy just now, gritted his teeth, and thought "the master is a teacher, this kind of thing is not shameful", and thought To kneel down.

But Tang Ying's wish came to nothing. He wanted to be a teacher, but Zhang Qi was still not happy. Don't rely on this kind of qualification, there is no way.

"Huh?" Tang Ying noticed that Zhang Qi was holding his shoulder with one hand, and he refused to let him kneel down. Then he saw Zhang Qi's expression, and then remembered that he was still the one who was not loved by his father or mother in the novel. As for the registered disciple, the high-level treatment of apprenticeship is not yet his turn, so he is relieved but a little bit disappointed for some reason.

The closer the relationship, the less scruples to talk about. The underworld gang that kidnapped Song Peihan that Zhang Qi insisted on cleaning up is actually not a big force. I booked a morning flight, found a room to sleep, and then set off on the return journey with Song Peihan.

When he returned to China, it was already after five o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the same bustling crowd with the same skin color and different temperament, Zhang Qi suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.

"Xiaohan, you're back." As soon as the three of them came out, they heard joyful voices, and saw a grey-haired man walking forward with a smile, followed by two or three people in suits.

Seeing this man in his fifties approaching, Song Peihan's face flashed a trace of struggle, but he did not run away like before, but nodded for the first time. It seems that they are many years younger.

"I'm not watching, or I'm just worried, so I asked Lao Wu to check the flight you might be on." When he arrived at Song Peihan's side, the man explained carefully, then reached out to Zhang Qi and Huzi, greeting Zhang Qi and Huzi happily while using the corner of his eye Observe Song Peihan's expression.

"Hi, my name is Song Qiandao."

"Zhang Qi!" "My name is Huzi!"

Seeing that Song Peihan actually allowed him to contact her friends, Song Qiandao smiled even more happily, and his daughter would pay him a little attention, which made Song Qiandao feel more satisfied than signing a contract of hundreds of millions.

Song Qiandao, full of energy, warmly greeted Zhang Qi and Huzi, and talked to Song Peihan with a smile: "Xiaohan, let's not go abroad, I promise, I will never let anyone follow you in the future."

It's a pity that Song Peihan did this at most, and didn't want to pay any further attention to Song Qiandao at all, but said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, thank you very much, you must let me treat you for tonight's meal, otherwise I will I'm sorry."

To the surprise of everyone present, after Song Peihan finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Zhang Qi, "Miss Song is very polite, it's a little effort." Zhang Qi received a salute before stretching out his hand to help Song Peihan up. Just to make Song Peihan feel at ease, "As for eating..."

"Hey, Brother Zhang, this meal is considered to be Miss Song's invitation to you, and it is also considered to be your invitation to me. It seems that you two have forgotten me." Seeing that Zhang Qi seemed to be about to refuse, Hu Zi quickly interjected.

On the other side, Song Qiandao felt like a cat scratching his heart after listening to the conversation, but he was afraid that Song Peihan would be unhappy, so he was just anxious, but he didn't dare to intervene like a tiger.

After leading a few people out of the airport, Song Qiandao found a chance to speak, he tentatively adopted a plan to save the country, and said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, I just reserved a table at the Huting Restaurant, so we will have a meal together! "

After Song Qiandao finished speaking, he looked at Song Peihan carefully from the corner of his eye, and found that when Song Peihan's face was not happy, his heart was almost entangled, and he, who had never owed favors, couldn't help showing a pleading look to Zhang Qi.

"This is a pair of father and daughter. It seems that he is the father who is seeking forgiveness from his daughter." After talking for a while, Zhang Qi also understood the relationship between the Song family's father and daughter.Helping others is the foundation of happiness, and it seems that Song Qiandao has more than just poured out his heart for Song Peihan, Zhang Qi thought that anyway, if he wants to eat, it is better to help him.

In Song Qiandao's expectant eyes, when Song Peihan was about to speak, Zhang Qi replied: "Okay, let's go."