Fantasy: Simplify the skills and become a master from a minion

Chapter 182: Sharing the beauty of the moon from afar

Keep a clean name in the world.

Chu Qing admires his opponent.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know his opponent's name.

Otherwise, he must promote his quality.

Loot the body.

What surprised him was that this guy didn't carry any gold or silver.

Only a booklet.

When he opened it, he found a kind of martial arts.

In the booklet, there were also a few small gold bills and black gold bills.

"Not bad!"

Putting the booklet in his arms, Chu Qing left quietly.

At dawn:

Zheng Zhixiang didn't wait for Chu Qing, and said unhappily: "Where is Chu Qing?"

"Why didn't he come?"

"Go call the group of people from Bingjiazong and ask them what's going on."

He was uneasy if Chu Qing didn't die.

Because:

Chu Qing's actions were really unreasonable.

If such a person was allowed to attack the army, although the actual damage caused was not great.

But, it would affect morale.

Even, it would lead to terrible things like camp roars again.

Camp roars are terrible.

He could suppress it once, but he was not sure he could suppress it twice.

Not long after, the messenger rushed in, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying:

"General, something bad has happened!"

Click!

Zheng Zhixiang felt uneasy.

"All the people from Bingjia Sect are dead."

The messenger retreated cautiously.

Buzz!

Zheng Zhixiang felt dizzy.

After a while, he rubbed his temples and said hoarsely: "I remember that Song Zhe was an inner disciple."

"He has some skills."

"Why did he die quietly?"

The messenger trembled and dared not speak.

The generals around were silent, all looking down at their toes, secretly cursing the murderer for being crazy.

After a long time, Zheng Zhixiang said: "Are there any signs of fighting at the scene?"

The messenger said cautiously: "Yes!"

"According to the investigation, they all deliberately controlled the movement when they were fighting."

"Song Zhe died miserably."

"The murderer pressed his head to the ground and smashed it."

Zheng Zhixiang was silent again.

He couldn't understand why Song Zhe didn't yell when he met the enemy.

"Tidy up the body and record the injuries."

"Then send it to Bingjia Sect."

The messenger clasped his fists and retreated.

"Yes, sir!"

Zheng Zhixiang closed his eyes and thought.

He was tired.

More than a dozen Bingjia Sect disciples died without making a sound.

"Why are they so bad?"

"Is there any future in cooperating with such a Bingjia Sect?"

Shi Jishan:

After hearing the news from Chu Qing, Mrs. Shi said the same thing as Zheng Zhixiang.

"That's an inner sect disciple!"

"My inner sect back then was not perfect even if it was not golden tendon."

"But, you have to step into the fur realm before you can enter the inner sect."

"Why is the inner sect you encountered so bad?"

Chu Qing smiled:

"Time changes."

"A sect will also go from strong to weak."

Mrs. Shi sighed: "But it's only been ten years!"

She was in a complicated mood.

Ten years is a long time for ordinary people.

But, for her, it's too short.

For a sect, it is like this.

"How come Bingjia Sect is declining so fast?"

"This is not normal!"

Madam Shi muttered.

Chu Qing didn't want to bother him anymore, so he said goodbye and left.

He went to Zhuhu first.

When he came back, Madam Jin was very happy.

Zhao Hongxiu and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

With Chu Qing back, they seemed to have a backbone.

Chu Qing chatted with them, although he only said a few simple words, but both the maids and Zhao Hongxiu and others were very happy.

After sending Zhao Hongxiu and others away, he stood behind Madam Jin and whispered in her ear:

"Mom, are you okay these days!"

Madam Jin trembled slightly, and her hair stood up.

She trembled and said, "Qing'er, can you keep a distance?"

Chu Qing laughed.

He repeatedly rushed into Zheng Zhixiang's camp, and his momentum reached its peak.

At this moment, he was in high spirits and said with great dominance:

"Come, I will massage your heart acupoint!"

Mrs. Jin lowered her head and gently covered her clothes with her small hands.

However, her weak small hands could not resist the diligent massage of the young man.

The heart acupoint was not easy to find, and Chu Qing was sweating profusely.

Mrs. Jin was soft-hearted and quietly let go of her small hands.

After getting in touch with Mrs. Jin, Chu Qing found a small hillside and lay down to rest.

More than an hour later, Mrs. Jin, who had changed her clothes, came over with a pot of flowers.

To Chu Qing's surprise, this flower was the violet he had dug at the beginning.

Mrs. Jin said softly: "This flower will wither in a few days."

Chu Qing comforted her and said: "It will bloom again next year."

Mrs. Jin rolled her eyes and left with the flowerpot.

Chu Qing was at a loss.

As a result, the maids came over and served carefully.

Chu Qing was puzzled and told what happened just now.

As a result, the maids laughed so hard that their branches shook:

"Sir, women are like flowers. If they are not watered, they will wither soon."

Chu Qing suddenly realized and said in a lost voice: "Don't wait for the flowers to fall and then break the branches!"

The maids' eyes lit up and nodded one after another, saying: "Yes, that's what I mean."

"Sir, this sentence is so beautiful."

Chu Qing smiled and said: "Okay, tomorrow morning, you prepare three or two tons of cold water for me and dye it black with ink."

"I want to use it to practice martial arts."

Thirty tons of black cold water can promote the secret black water bone refining method to the highest level.

This amount is a bit too much.

He needs to prepare in advance.

Fortunately, he is very strong. Although he has not trained his internal organs, he can still drink a few tons of water and then use martial arts to quickly excrete it from the body.

The maids nodded and did not ask him what he practiced.

During the day, Chu Qing rested.

He lay quietly on the hillside, without practicing martial arts, studying Zheng Zhixiang, and not caring about Zheng Zhixiang's army.

He even threw aside the secret book he found from Song Zhe without reading it.

At this moment, he just wanted to be quiet and relax.

Night fell:

The maids decorated Mrs. Jin's main building:

Red silk, red lanterns; they didn't know where they found a big red robe and put it on Mrs. Jin.

There were also many red candles in the house.

Mrs. Jin was at a loss.

Not long after, Chu Qing pushed the door.

She said nervously: "Qing'er, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Chu Qing pointed to the blooming flowers on the side and said: "When the flowers are in full bloom, they must be picked. When the last flowers fall, they are picked empty!"

"Of course I want to pick flowers!"

Mrs. Jin panicked and said in a lost voice: "You"

The next second:

Lights and wine!

Ten minutes

Half an hour

Xiao Taohong suddenly saw the shadow of her wife appear on the window.

The shadow was bent, like a horse, with the reins pulled and galloping.

"What is this!"

Xiao Taohong muttered.

The maids on the side laughed non-stop.

Click!