Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 172: Towards the Destination

"Not bad... the pressure and location are both good, but... ahem, the amount of Qi used is not very accurate."

If she followed the entry-level requirements, she really couldn't find any flaws and could only start nitpicking.

【Golden Mirror for Pressing the Kicks Level 2 (13/200)】

……

After pressing the last finger, the level of Anqiao Jinjian was immediately upgraded to level 2.

Feng Qin raised his hand and paused slightly, and the slightly dark back and the meridians running on it appeared before his eyes.

It's very blurry, and you have to observe carefully to see something.

When he attacked again, Feng Qin no longer targeted the acupoints, but moved gradually from one acupoint to another along the meridians.

The small hand transformed from Qi Yan grasped the meridians, kneading and stroking them. The sour and numb touch made Feng Shayan's limbs relax and stiffen at the same time.

"you…"

Nana's smile froze, her eyes widened, and she carefully observed Feng Qin's operations.

Stretching the muscles and relaxing the meridians is just one of the basics that must be learned after entering the door. Generally, those who have entered the door will reach this step in no time.

But Feng Qin had just started to meet him.

"Have you learned this before, or have you come into contact with it before?"

Nana stared at the technique and asked inquiringly.

If she said no to this question, she would definitely get to the bottom of it tonight and she didn't know when she would be able to rest.

Considering that he still had a mission tomorrow, Feng Qin said tactfully, "I know about it, and I learned about acupuncture points in Tang Sect before, so it's not too unfamiliar to me."

"I see. That makes sense then."

Nana breathed a sigh of relief. If this boy could reach this point based on his own understanding after just meeting him tonight, then he would definitely be a monster in the future.

We can only be friends, never enemies.

call…

Finding that his experience was increasing slowly and having things to do the next day, Feng Qin stopped and completed the second set.

Feng Shayan lay there helplessly like a doll, but she still said stubbornly: "It's... okay, it barely allowed me to... relax for a bit, it's not bad..."

"Practice well in the future. Here is my contact information. If you encounter any bottleneck, feel free to ask me."

Nana pinched Feng Shayan's cheek, smiled and handed her business card to Feng Qin, then said:
"Let's go, you two can have fun."

She was somewhat shocked tonight and needed some time alone to slowly digest it. She couldn't just stare blankly in front of two juniors and doubt her own talent, right?
She was so stubborn that she chose to pretend that everything was natural and walked out.

Feng Qin glanced at the business card and did not add the friend immediately. The person had just left and there would be nothing to talk about if he added him now.

It's a bit awkward to be left out in the friend list and only greet people when something happens.

It would be better to add friends after the task is completed, and then use the buffer period of a few days to chat about family matters, and then ask about the difficulty of pressing the Golden Mirror, so as not to cause too much dissatisfaction.

This is just a small detail and has nothing to do with sincerity.

"Why are you still lying there? Do you want me to press it again?"

Feng Qin put away the business card and saw that the windswallow under him had no intention of getting up. He wondered if it was planning to give him some more practice.

But in fact, pressing for too long can easily backfire. The originally tired meridians can be best stretched after one or two presses. But if you press for too long, after the stretch, they cannot withstand too much "tonics" and are damaged.

It's important to know when to stop.

"Why am I lying here? I need to ask you when you will get off me."

"..."

After she said that, Feng Qin realized that he was so engrossed in the massage that he unknowingly moved his seat from the side to her.

Nana didn't say that this is actually a necessary step to get started with Anqiao Jinjian.

Since I am just getting started, I am very particular about my position and sitting posture.

Sitting aside like she did was something that could only be done after mastering it. Feng Qin was just an apprentice after all, and it was almost unrealistic for him to twist his waist and work with all his heart.

So he sat on it without anyone noticing.

After apologizing repeatedly, Feng Qin moved away regretfully.

After getting up, Feng Shayan stretched himself and felt that his meridians were unblocked. He couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

If you don't taste it carefully, the effect is no different from what Nana makes.

In other words, only by starting from the details can you notice many small shortcomings.

"If you can't find a job in the future, you can do massage. This skill alone is enough to make you rich for the rest of your life."

Feng Shayan gave him the highest praise, which was that he would definitely not be poor.

If Feng Qin hadn't known that the Jiashen Rebellion would be turbulent in the future and the lives of foreigners would be worthless, he would have really thought about getting rich.

"Okay, if I do massage in the future, I will definitely give you a 20% discount."

"Not even for free? It's an honor for me to be able to give you a massage."

Feng Shayan knew he was joking, so they smiled at each other after he finished speaking.

"Go to sleep. It's a comfortable massage. You can go all out tomorrow."

After asking her to leave the room, Feng Qin fell asleep directly. Not only did his meridians become unblocked by the massage, but because he had massaged Feng Shayan twice, he had consumed some physical energy and slept more soundly.

Outside, Feng Xingtong, who was planning to bring up a set of pajamas, hid in the corner with a blushing face.

"What's going on? Why did my sister's voice sound so strange just now?"

……

Feng Qin went to bed early, and when he woke up the sky was still navy blue.

Lightly check all the hidden weapons and hide as many as possible on your body. Open the zipper of your waist bag a little bit so that you can take action directly when encountering an emergency, without delaying even for a moment.

Having experienced many sparring sessions and even life-and-death battles, he knows best that sometimes an insignificant detail is the key to success or failure.

When she opened the door, Feng Shayan had already woken up. She and Feng Xingtong still acted together this time.

Only Feng Zhenghao would dare to do such a thing, throwing his two children into such a dangerous incident.

Looking back five years later, when Feng Zhenghao went to find Zhang Chulan, he was really willing to send his two children to gain experience, and he was not worried that the person who targeted Zhang Chulan might be a Quan Xing monster who would do anything to achieve his goal.

If it were the Wang family, they wouldn't be able to be so at ease.

"You got up really early, Feng Qin."

Feng Qin and others came downstairs of Tianxia Group. The car was ready and Feng Zhenghao was standing in it.

"For this matter...you want to go too?"

"Hahaha, no no, I have to take care of other things. But don't worry, if Quan Xing really sends a master, I will not be a pushover."

Before leaving, he gave Feng Qin another dose of sedative to remind him to be careful.

There were five cars downstairs. Feng Zhenghao took away two of them, and the remaining three followed Feng Qin and others to the mission location.

The car was full of people. Including the driver, there were five people in the car, and including Feng Qin, there were fifteen people in total.

There is also an old face in it, [Tan Chang] who appeared in the first mission.

The supernatural power is compressed air. Because it is colorless and odorless, the means of attack are also extremely concealed.

However, it was not a very clever method and Feng Qin did not bother to learn it.

As the car started, the disciples from various sects who had also woken up nearby all watched the car go away.

Everyone in Nadutong was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Three days is still too long..."

(End of this chapter)