Under One Person: From the Beginning of Infancy to the Great Saint Body

Chapter 36 Do I, a Quan Xing, need to follow the rules?
Chapter 36: Do I, a Quan Xing, need to follow the rules?
"Wait until the day after you set out, and then send someone from the team to deliver this letter to Madam."

Inside a residence in Fuzhou City, Father Zhao held up several addressed envelopes and spoke to the people in front of him.

"Okay sir."

Hearing what Zhao's father said, everyone bowed in agreement.

They were the leaders of each team, and they were used to Zhao's father writing home to report his safety after arriving at a destination.

It’s just a little strange that why my master would divide it into several letters?
"Go ahead, and be careful on the road."

Looking at everyone reading the letter, Father Zhao nodded slightly, and then gave a serious instruction.

When they came here, they encountered a man-eating tiger. It is inevitable that these people will encounter such unusual things in the future.

"Master, take care!"

Everyone bowed and walked out the door, each carrying a bag.

"Zhu'er, let's go. We should go see the young master Sun who was crushed by the horse."

Watching everyone leave, Zhao's father also said to Jingming who was standing beside him.

"Okay, Father."

Hearing what Zhao's father said, Jingming nodded slightly and said.

Although he did not agree to have any more connection with Governor Sun, it would seem too deliberate if he suddenly cut off contact.

I might as well go and meet that young man.

"Tanghulu, sour and sweet Tanghulu!"

"A winnowing basket, a good winnowing basket, for sale at a low price."

"It's a big pity!"

The two walked on the crowded street.

Even in times of chaos, in big cities like Fuzhou, there are still many people who come out to support their families.

"it is good!"

"Good technique!"

Jingming and Zhao's father passed by a small alley and then heard a burst of cheering.

Then Jingming looked over.

But I saw quite a few people standing there in a circle watching the performance.

Through the gaps between people, Jingming saw several balls flying in the air, as well as the Qi remaining on the balls' trajectory.

"I wonder which sect he belongs to?"

Jingming narrowed his eyes and walked towards the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhao's father also followed.

"Good, great skills!!"

"Hahaha, thank you all for your support!"

The performer was walking towards the crowd with a tattered hat in both hands.

Seeing this scene, everyone dispersed immediately. Of course, some people still took out a copper coin and threw it in to save their face.

"Old man?"

"From Jiyun Club or the Ghost Hand King?"

Jingming looked at the exposed person and couldn't help but blink.

"Here's your ball, old man."

Watching the man walking towards him, Jingming couldn't help but smile and stretched out his hand. In his hand, a ball was lying quietly.

Just now, the ball passed through the crowd and hit his father directly.

However, before it hit his father, he intercepted it.

"Thank you, little one."

Looking at Jingming with star-like eyes in front of him, the old man was slightly stunned, then responded with a smile and took the ball from Jingming's hand.

He used this ball for marking.

As long as he marks someone with his Qi, he can use his ability to steal things from the other person without anyone noticing.

"Old man, please have some cake."

Jingming smiled, then took out three copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the old man with a smile.

"Hahaha, you little kid are quite kind." Looking at the copper coin handed over by Jingming, the man didn't hesitate and directly reached out to take it again.

The child was dressed in a style that showed either wealth or nobility, so he just accepted the three copper coins.

"Jingming, it's getting late, we should go."

Father Zhao came to three steps behind Jingming, nodded at the juggler with a smile, and then spoke to Jingming.

"Okay father."

"Old man, I can watch your tricks again tomorrow."

Jingming responded, then turned around to look at the old man and shouted.

"Hahaha, then I'll give you a good show tomorrow!"

The old man also smiled and waved his hand, watching Jingming and his son walk out of his sight.

"This kid has good talent, but I don't know if he is destined to be with me."

The old man looked at the ball that Jingming handed to him and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hey, Old Wang, which kid do you like?"

"Since you like him, just kidnap the child."

The crowd dispersed, and a man with rosacea, wearing ragged clothes and carrying a flowered cloth for protection, came up to the old man.

"Xiao Yuan, this isn't the way to accept a disciple."

Hearing the man's words, the old man shook his head slightly, denying the other party's attention.

"Hehehe, do we all have to respect our teachers?"

Hearing what the old man said, the man put his hands inside his sleeves and said with disdain.

"Besides, your Qi is left in the hands of that child."

"It's different. That's different."

Hearing this, the old man continued to shake his head.

"Hey, I have an idea."

The sound of their conversation became increasingly blurred as Jingming walked away.

"It's really all-encompassing."

Jingming moved his ears and listened to the sound brought by the wind.

"I don't know what will happen when Quan Xing and Yao Xian meet."

"But these two people are probably no match for the president of the Medicine Immortal Association."

Jingming looked at his palm.

Wu Wei planted a poisonous insect in his body, and the Ghost Hand King left Qi on his hand.

Will these two people come to find me at the same time?

"A hero saves a beautiful girl in distress, and makes her feel grateful and kowtow to him?"

On the other side, the Ghost Hand King looked blankly at Yuan Jingui in front of him.

"Yes, since you don't want to force him to become your disciple, why don't you find a way to make him become your disciple?"

"For example, the other person's father dies, and you appear when he is at his most vulnerable and helpless."

"How can he not take you as his master?"

Yuan Jingui smiled and winked at the Ghost Hand King.

"Yes, that's right!!"

The Ghost Hand King's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he shouted at Yuan Jingui.

"Hahaha, then, Mr. Wang, how about we go and see this kid together?"

Yuan Jingui said to the Ghost Hand King with a smile.

"At least you have to take a look at the child's character and family situation, right?"

"For example, find an opportunity to attack the child's family."

"Well, that's a good idea."

The Ghost Hand King smiled and stroked the sparse beard on his chin and responded.

He is Quan Xing, why should he follow the rules when accepting a disciple?

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