The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 215 Master Disciple (53)

Now it's Feng Qingcheng's turn to be impatient: "Mother-in-law, I'm sure!"

The corner of Situ Qing's mouth hooked deeply, "Okay."

He walked up to Feng Qingcheng, stretched out his big hand, and slowly raised it to the top of the girl's head. The man's starry eyes narrowed slightly, but it was only for a moment. His tone was ethereal and illusory, "Are you ready?"

Feng Qingcheng gave a low "um", closed her eyes, her long and curly eyelashes covered the color in her eyes, her lips like cherry blossom petals were lightly pursed, her expression extremely indifferent.

Hearing the girl's answer, the man didn't hesitate anymore. His slightly bent fingers spread out slowly, and his big hand was laid flat to cover the girl's head. A layer of brilliant silver light flowed into the girl's head along his big hand.

Feng Qingcheng's expression flashed a little nervous when Situ Qingshen's palm was placed on her head.

The head is a fragile and deadly part of the human body. The natural sense of vigilance really made her feel a little nervous about the big hand on her head.

The two lips were pressed even tighter, and the girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, fluttering her wings like a frightened butterfly.

It was impossible for Situ Qingshen not to notice Feng Qingcheng's nervousness.

The graceful arc drawn by the corners of his lips seemed to be softer, and he said, "Don't be nervous, it's just a training session."

The man's voice was as deep and charming as ever, with a hint of magnetism, a rare gentleness, like a spring breeze caressing the face, warming people's hearts.

And Feng Qingcheng, when she heard Situ Qingshen's words, her trembling eyelashes finally calmed down, and the tense corners of her mouth gradually loosened.

It seems that her master - Situ Qingshen, always has a magic power in him, so that she will always be so at ease when he is by his side, and never worry about anything.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng's thoughts came to an abrupt end.

Her sensitivity made her feel an external force flowing into her head. The force of this external force was not strong or domineering, but rather gentle, slowly pouring into her body bit by bit.

Even with her eyes closed, Feng Qingcheng knew that this external force was from Situ Qingshen.

The loosened lips were pursed lightly again, her expression remained calm.

And this external force, after flowing into Feng Qingcheng's body, began to wrap around Feng Qingcheng's dantian, blending with traces of blue spiritual power.

The intersection and fusion of silver light and blue light are like lovers who have been separated for many years.

Feng Qingcheng only felt that external force flowing into her dantian, trying to merge with the spiritual power in her body, but...

The silver light and the blue light entangled for a while, and then let go of each other. The blue light was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it couldn't stir up any more waves in the girl's dantian.

And the silver light from outside, carrying a bit of blue light, rides the wind and waves like a broken bamboo. When it encounters many tendons in Feng Qingcheng's body, the large beam of silver light begins to disperse, each entangled with the tendons that circulate spiritual power.

The silver light is very gentle, moving from the top of the tendon to the bottom of the tendon, the strands of silver spiritual power blocked Feng Qingcheng's tendon in an extremely gentle way.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now, try it, can you still use your spiritual power?" Situ Qingshen withdrew his hand, looked at Feng Qingcheng, and said.

Feng Qingcheng opened her peach blossom eyes, her complexion was calm, and she began to circulate her spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)