Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 337 Shocking One After Another (2)
This kind of emotion and hilarity is the true love that is rare in most families.

For Jiu'er, what she likes more is this kind of simple people who don't need to be guarded.

Love the house and Wu.

Thinking that all of these will be taken by Lingjiu as his own, he also wants to contribute to this.

"How did you do it!? Why did you succeed once!"

In the early morning of the next day, after Song Xueyi successfully refined the prescription written on the first slate, the old man who got the finished product couldn't help being shocked.

The old man’s real name was Baiyao, and it seems that the name he was given after birth was not this. It’s just that after the old man studied pharmacy, everyone called him this name for convenience, and he himself didn’t care about the name. For convenience, just call him Yao Lao.

At this moment, Song Xueyi was sitting on a wicker chair, holding the second stone slab in his hand.

The old man Baiyao yelled too loudly, waking up his sinking mind, and looked sideways at the latter.

There was no anger in the man's eyes, but it made old man Baiyao's heart tighten, and embarrassment appeared on his face.He also understood that what he said and did just now disturbed this handsome man.

"Every morning, the children of the clan will come to practice holy martial arts. Since you want to exercise, you can't be lazy and miss it." Elder Baiyao found a legitimate reason to teach Song Xueyi a lesson.

Song Xueyi came over for a second before nodding slightly.If Lingjiu was here, he would definitely be able to discover his true emotions, his reluctance to give up the stone prescription in his hand.

He wants to sink his mind into studying the contents of the slate, but it is also necessary for him to improve his strength.

"Let's go." Song Xueyi walked out first.

Elder Baiyao followed behind, his eyes constantly sizing up Song Xueyi's back.Why can he succeed once? Is it really only because of divine protection?
In an open space, just as the old man Baiyao said, nine children lined up in a row, all doing a set of punches seriously.Whether it is a boy or a girl, all the smiling faces are flushed, but none of the children relax.

Song Xueyi's arrival was a novelty for this group of children, especially when he stood among his own group of children, he stood out from the crowd, and it was difficult for people not to notice.

"Pfft!" The surrounding adults couldn't help laughing.

"Uh. You monkeys, get out and practice." The man who supervised the children's boxing practice today was a middle-aged man.After he yelled at the children, he came in front of Song Xueyi, and his voice couldn't help but lowered a lot, "You are practicing for the first time, so I will give you the first set first, and then I will teach you personally?"

"It's troublesome." Song Xueyi said politely.

"No trouble, no trouble!" The middle-aged man waved his hands quickly, his face flushed like a big girl with yellow flowers.

The children's laughter sounded around: "Oh! The black-faced uncle is blushing! The black-faced uncle is shy!"

"Get out of here!" The middle-aged man, who was called the black-faced uncle by the children, shouted like thunder again, but his eyes clearly showed no real anger and blame.

He glanced at Song Xueyi, motioned for him to watch carefully, and started punching and kicking in front of Song Xueyi.

At first glance, this set of boxing and kicking martial arts didn't seem very special. It was beaten vigorously by the middle-aged man, fierce and without fancy, like some kind of ancient beast.

The old man Baiyao who was standing not far away said with a narrow smile: "You tell me, how long will it take him to learn the first set?"

A woman in a red fur coat said, "It will take at least three to five days, right? Ling'er, who is the most gifted among this group of monkeys, took two days to get it right."

"This person's pharmacy is amazing! I only read the prescription on the first stone slab once, but the first refining was successful! Just give him a bit of a bitter taste now, so as not to make him proud. He practiced the medicine himself, It just so happens that it can be used by him too." The old man Baiyao said with a smile.

"Are you just jealous of others?" Someone immediately pierced his mind.

When they chatted happily, the middle-aged man over there finished his first set of boxing kung fu.

"See clearly?" He asked Song Xueyi.

"Yes." Song Xueyi replied.

His indifferent attitude made the middle-aged man feel a little inexplicable emotion, and he couldn't help asking again: "Do you understand?" At this question, he was stunned for a while, and then waved his hand quickly, "Hahaha, say You're wrong, don't worry about it."

Seeing it clearly and seeing it clearly are two completely different things.To see clearly is only to see the shape, but to see clearly is to understand the artistic conception and momentum.

The difference between the two is completely the same in quality, and it is impossible to understand it once.

So Song Xueyi didn't answer, which is quite normal for a middle-aged man.

He smiled and said, "Since you see it clearly, why don't you call me again?" He was waiting to correct Song Xueyi's posture.

Song Xueyi calmly assumed the starting position before, and then paused for four or five seconds.This made the middle-aged man suspicious. Before he said that he saw it clearly, he was lying, but he couldn't even remember it?
When he was about to go forward to teach Song Xueyi hand in hand, he took a step forward when he was startled by the sudden aura erupting from Song Xueyi's body.

Fierce and eternally domineering, it seems that the existence of the ancient times is coming again, even if it is only a trace, it is pure enough to shock people's hearts.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Song Xueyi moved.

His punches and kicks are so precise that he seems to have practiced hundreds of times. His aura is different from that of a middle-aged man, but everyone feels that he is more pure than a middle-aged man. He is not imitating a middle-aged man, but has his own. own understanding and mood.

The man in blue clothes is aggressive and fierce with punches and kicks. When he twists his waist and punches, he looks like a soaring eagle, and when he steps and hits his legs, he looks like a dragon soaring through the clouds. It is impossible to peek into the majestic eyes protruding from them, and it feels peaceful and peaceful just by looking at them.

After Song Xueyi finished fighting a set of holy weapons, there was still no sound around.

His cheeks were flushed, he was panting, his shoulders and legs were trembling, but he still calmly asked the middle-aged man, "Is this right?"

The middle-aged man woke up like a dream, stared at Song Xueyi incredulously, said with trembling lips, "That's right, that's right!"

In the face of students who are too outstanding, the teacher is not so happy, and thinks of Alexander.

"En." Song Xueyi responded, standing still.

"Hey! You are really amazing! You are worthy of being the man who will be the holy guard of the saint!" The boy with a thick head and a thick head came over and slapped Song Xueyi's body with his palm.

Song Xueyi's pupils shrank slightly, her body moved a few millimeters sideways, and a huge iron leaf-like shield appeared in front of her.

(End of this chapter)