The best golden pupil

Chapter 672 Wrong decision

After Ning Tao and Dong Miaoke returned to Tanlang's office, Dong Miaoke handed over a thin booklet.

Get excited!

Ning Tao looked at the name of the booklet, picked it up and opened it casually.

"Well, this is for our soldiers to learn Qigong and mind methods. The people from Xingyimen are responsible for acupuncture and moxibustion. In the future, you only need to pass on their practice experience and skills."

Dong Miaoke pulled a small box and said to Ning Tao without raising her head.

"Oh!" Ning Tao agreed, flipped through the booklet, and roughly understood what this qigong was all about.

"You need to work out a training program as soon as possible, after all, there is no similar experience in the military!" Dong Miaoke skillfully took out a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the box, and began to apply the medicine to her legs.

"This is not a problem. As long as their qigong progress can keep up, it is estimated that within a month, there will be achievements."

Combined with qigong and his teaching, it is estimated that he can comprehend the eighteen moves of sanshou in a very short period of time, and Tanlang's combat power will have the effect of advancing by leaps and bounds.

"That's good!" Hearing Ning Tao's assurance, Dong Miaoke breathed a sigh of relief.

Tanlang has the current reputation, which is hard to come by. She doesn't want to lose to other teams in this matter.

"Do you want to help!"

Ning Tao turned to look at Dong Miaoke applying the ointment, and said in embarrassment.

"Hmph, the cat cries for the mouse, fake mercy!" Dong Miaoke glared at Ning Tao, and said very bluntly.

"Uh..." Ning Tao rubbed his nose, smiled, and looked at the red and swollen knees of the other party, and said with some embarrassment, "I happen to know a little spiritual massage, which is helpful for this, how about I give it to you?" Let's dissolve it."

Anyway, since she was hurt like this, it's okay to help her heal.

"Spiritual power still has this effect?"

Dong Miaoke squinted at him when he heard the words, his face became surprised.

"Uh, it's not just about spiritual power. The main thing is that I'm a medical student. I know a set of special massage techniques, which are effective for bruises!" Ning Tao coughed dryly and said nonsense.

As his cultivation deepened, Ning Tao became more cautious about perspective.

One must know that even the eight sects are tightly controlled. If his clairvoyance gets out, he may be on the cusp of the storm right away.

"Massage technique?"

Doubts appeared in Dong Miaoke's eyes, she leaned her body closer to Ning Tao, and said with a vigilant face, "Ning Tao, you don't want to take advantage of me, do you?"

She is not a child, and she has never heard that massage can heal bruises, so it is difficult for her to think about it.

As Dong Miaoke approached, a wisp of fragrance penetrated into Ning Tao's nostrils, causing the latter to inhale a few more breaths, but Ning Tao hurriedly took a step back, shrugged his shoulders, and tried his best to calm himself down, saying, " believe or not."

Dong Miaoke rolled her eyes, smiled and said, "You're so stingy, I was just joking."

"Uh..." Ning Tao finally discovered that no matter what kind of woman she is, she has a charming side in her bones. This Dong Miaoke used to be cold, but now she looks like a different person, and the way she looks at him is wrong. Ning Tao was puzzled.

"Ning Tao, spiritual power also has the effect of curing diseases?" Dong Miaoke raised his head and looked at the former with shining eyes, bringing up old things again, looking like a curious baby.

In fact, Dong Miaoke's behavior like this is not surprising. Usually, because she is an instructor, she deliberately maintains her majesty and doesn't have many friends. When she meets someone who is not afraid of herself and is very strong, she naturally relaxes.

In a word, there is no natural cold beauty, only the usual habit of dealing with people.

Furthermore, there was an order over there, not only asking her to keep Ning Tao, but also trying to find out the situation of the monks, and finally see if a batch of monks could be produced in batches.

In the past, the army strictly forbade meddling in monks' affairs, and the military department looked down on monks. Now that they have the opportunity, they naturally want to get to know them well.

Although knowing that the probability is very low, for the upper class, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up.

"Ahem, I think we should come to the legs first."

Ning Tao pretended not to hear, glanced at the bruise on the opponent's leg, and said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Dong Miaoke didn't take it too seriously, and nodded obediently.

Undoubtedly, Ning Tao's behavior today opened her eyes, and the thoughts in her mind were different from before.

"Well, it may hurt a little later, you have to bear with it!" Ning Tao thought for a while, and then said.

Originally, he planned to heal the other party, but after the other party said it, he changed his attention.

Dong Miaoke was no ordinary little girl, if she had to be cured all at once, I'm afraid she would be in serious trouble.

"It's okay, as long as you behave, I promise to cooperate!" For some reason, the more Ning Tao is like this, the more she wants to tease him.

This woman suddenly had a big change. To be honest, Ning Tao was afraid of being cheated. He smiled wryly, but became vigilant, shook his head, came to the front, moved a table and sat down.

Dong Miaoke was very generous and took the initiative to put a thigh on Ning Tao.

Ning Tao glanced down, took a deep breath, and put one hand on it.

Dong Miaoke's main reason is blood stasis and soft tissue injury, and moisturizing with spiritual power can also have some effect.

He also didn't give the other party a massage, but just spit out with his spiritual power to help the other party's stasis.

But even so, Dong Miaoke's feeling was different, she just felt a big soft hand covering her leg, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart, and her body tensed instantly.

Then, a warm breath poured into her thigh from the opponent's hand, and immediately, the thigh covered by it was warm and numb.

Finally, after a while, her throat was sore, she couldn't help it anymore, and she let out a soft breath, feeling that the stinging pain gradually faded, and it was not as serious as before.

(End of this chapter)