My Gorgeous Boss

"Master." In Rose Manor, long Changsong leans on the reclining chair in the sun, and Lin Xiaotian stands quietly behind him.

"Say it." Long Changsong opened his eyes slightly.

"When will the people sent by the guwu family protect the exchange meeting?" Asked Lin Xiaotian.

"If there is no accident, some people will go in tomorrow, and Qinghe and I will also mix in." Long Changsong said, "well, I'm old enough to do this kind of thing. It's true."

"Tomorrow." Lin Xiaotian nodded. Tomorrow is an eight in four match, but it's too late.

"Oh, by the way, about the Japanese captain you mentioned, Qinghe and I will be watching." Long Changsong said.

"I hope you don't keep your eyes on too much, so as not to frighten the snake." Lin Xiaotian's light way.

"I have a sense of propriety." Long Changsong nodded, and then looked at Lin Xiaotian strangely. "I heard that your newly begged little foreign lady was hurt by him. According to your temper, you shouldn't be so quiet. Ha ha, do you want master to help you out?"

"No, I'll do it myself." Lin Xiaotian's eyes flashed a light murderous spirit and said in a low voice.

"I see." Long Changsong laughed, "are you sure? Just now Baichuan came back and described the man with me. It seems that he is very difficult to deal with. "

"What does the master think I came to see you for?" Lin Xiaotian curled his mouth and said, "I've dealt with him before. The Qi of that fellow is very strange. It's like the wind that can't be grasped. You can't see it or touch it. I don't know how to deal with it."

"Artistic conception?" Long Changsong murmured, then stood up and carried his hands.

"By the way, master, what is your artistic conception like?" Lin Xiaotian asked suspiciously. Before, he and long Changsong had no less exchanges, but he didn't feel the change of his Qi.

Long Changsong first flashed a light in his eyes, then took a deep breath and opened his mouth in the eyes of Lin Xiaotian's worship.

"You master and I have not understood the artistic conception."

As soon as Lin Xiaotian stays, he points to long Changsong for a long time and can't speak. No, what are you doing for half a year? The atmosphere is so tense.

"Well, artistic conception depends on one's own understanding and opportunities, not everyone can understand it." Long Changsong said awkwardly, "what's more, your master and I belong to the kind of genius who is hard-working the day after tomorrow. It's not just the amazing talent that I've just been born. And you know, your Shifu's generation has such a genius as Zhou WanChen, so it's hard to take any action."

"What shall I do?" Lin Xiaotian's showdown is already in the top eight competition. He will soon compete with his Japanese counterpart. His understanding of artistic conception is not enough. Now, in addition to knowing that his artistic conception has two different attributes: one is hot and the other is chilly. Of course, his semi suspended lightness skill and Lin Xiaotian's dragon scroll are not included.

"I really can't teach you about this. Of course, let alone me, Su Qinghe can't. although he is also recognized as a genius, he can't help you with artistic conception because of the things that happened before, which have been out of service for a long time." Long Changsong explained.

"It seems that I can only grope for myself." Lin Xiaotian sighed and said that he only felt that the future was dark. He was lazy. Although he was a genius, it was more difficult to let him really study something than to kill him. He always worshipped simplicity and directness, shaking his head, and had a long way to go.

"Why do you sigh?" Long Changsong said without good breath, "although Su Qinghe and I have no artistic conception, there are many people who really cultivate artistic conception, and now there are some in Rose Manor."

"True or false?" Lin Xiaotian was overjoyed, and then he was stunned, "who is it? Is it difficult? "

"Well, that's her." Long Changsong nodded, "but after all, I am the master of the dragon family. You are my apprentice. I'm going to ask her to teach you. It's really embarrassing. You have to ask for advice yourself."

"I see." Lin Xiaotian nodded and rushed out of the courtyard.

Long Changsong looked at Lin Xiaotian's back and sighed. The Lin family, if it hadn't been hit by that incident, would she have given up martial arts and devoted herself to business?

In Rose Manor, long Changsong is embarrassed to find. In addition to Lin ziyue, Lin Xiaotian really doesn't know who it will be. He trots all the way to block B where Lin ziyue lives. Good guy, it's more than a third larger than the dragon's courtyard. Lin Xiaotian can't help but sigh that the world of the rich is different.

Ring the doorbell, Lin Xiaotian is waiting at the door.

In area B, in the huge living room, Lin ziyue lies lazily on the soft sofa in the living room, wearing a red Pajama, dragging red wine in one hand and books in the other, which is very comfortable.

"Ding Dong ~"

"eh?" Lin ziyue raised her head and looked around in confusion. She thought it was a hallucination. She mocked herself. For more than ten years, she was only herself. No one bothered her. She continued to read.

"Ding Dong ~"

Lin ziyue shakes her head. It's not an illusion. Is someone really visiting? Who could it be?Walk to the door and see Lin Xiaotian standing at the door from the monitor. Lin ziyue's eyes are bright, so she opens the door and runs out.

"Aunt Lin." Lin ziyue, dressed in pajamas, gives Lin Xiaotian the impression of only two words, which is amazing. She recites the Vajra Sutra silently in her heart. If you are not polite, you should not look at her.

"How can you come to my old woman today?" Lin ziyue opened the door and asked curiously.

"Er, aunt Lin is so young. Let's stand outside. People must think I'm your brother or some old woman. It's terrible." Lin Xiaotian waved his hand and said, to be honest, Lin ziyue's appearance and figure can easily kill a large area. It's like a ripe peach, which can't match the words "old woman".

"You'll say good words. Come in." Lin ziyue shakes her head and opens the door to welcome Lin Xiaotian in.

Two people walking on the shady path, Lin Xiaotian curiously looked left and right, "aunt Lin, such a large place, do you live alone?"

"What do you think?" Lin ziyue smiles.

"Not afraid?" "If I lived in such a big place myself, I would feel so empty that I couldn't sleep at night," Lin asked

"Just get used to it." Lin ziyue light way, after a while two people into the living room.

"What can I do for you, Xiao Tian?" Lin ziyue asked.

"This is not the off-season. Come and see Aunt Lin?" Lin Xiaotian licked his face.

"Come on, I don't know your thoughtfulness yet?" Lin ziyue gave Lin Xiaotian a look. "Now the martial arts exchange is still going on. If you don't find a place to practice, come to me. There must be something wrong." Lin ziyue said with a smile, "come on, what can I do for Aunt Lin?"

Being seen through, Lin Xiaotian is not embarrassed. He sits on the soft sofa with a big stab, "aunt Lin, do you know the artistic conception of Qi Jin?"

"Oh, nature." Lin ziyue yawned and sat lazily opposite Lin Xiaotian.

"According to my master, aunt Lin has unique views on artistic conception." Lin Xiaotian said shyly, "I've come here to learn from scriptures."

"Oh, that kind of thing?" Lin ziyue thought, "it seems that more than ten years ago, I played for a while, I remember."

Lin Xiaotian has a burst of egg pain, more than ten years ago? The appearance of aunt Lin, holding on to death in her thirties and seventies, the artistic conception of her in her twenties.

"Oh, I remember." Lin ziyue looked at Lin Xiaotian with her fragrant gills. "You mean, this?" Let's go and point to Lin Xiaotian.

Less than a second later, Lin Xiaotian was in a trance, as if Lin ziyue, who was sitting opposite, was stabbed by countless sharp swords. In a hurry, he wanted to resist, but it was too late. He was stabbed in a hornet's nest.

"Ah

Lin Xiaotian suddenly wakes up, where is the sword? Where is the Hedgehog?

"Hallucination?" Lin Xiaotian looks at Lin ziyue in horror.

"Fart." Lin ziyue curled her lips. "You also have artistic conception. You can't even resist. It seems that you are a little white in this respect. I thought at least you can resist it. In fact, in addition to its lethality, artistic conception can form a special sense of oppression."

"Er." Lin Xiaotian felt his head, "aunt Lin is really powerful." He also agreed with what she said. At that time, on the ring, the captain's punch really made him feel different.

"Don't flatter me. I don't like that." Lin ziyue shook her head and said, "it seems that you are here today to ask me how to cultivate artistic conception. Why be so hesitant? It's better to say it directly."

"Mm-hmm." Lin Xiaotian nods his head in a hurry. After getting this artistic conception, he did not manage it very much. However, in line with the principle that it is not too late to mend the prison, he asks Lin ziyue for advice.

"Well, how to say that." Lin ziyue considered for a moment, "I'll tell you where the artistic conception comes from."

"It is said that in the era when venerable masters were everywhere and purple ranks were as many as dogs, most people had strong Qi strength skills. Some even broke the shackles and broke through the innate nature with Qi strength, turning from Qi to essence, that is, liquid. Er, you may not understand it now." Lin ziyue interrupted herself, "well, at that time, because everyone's Qi strength was very strong, most of the martial arts competitions basically looked at which party's Qi strength was exhausted first and then defeated by others. Therefore, to evaluate a warrior's strength, the first is the strength of Qi strength, that is, the stage of the warrior."

Lin Xiaotian nodded.

"However, with more and more talented people coming into the world, people's research on Qi strength has become more and more in-depth. Some people found that their Qi strength contains special properties. After practicing, they became more and more powerful, and then derived the artistic conception." Lin ziyue said faintly, "these are all martial arts secrets, which are recorded in the books of the Lin family. It is reasonable to say that you can't tell you. But if you call me aunt Lin, I naturally regard you as my family member. However, you can't mention it in front of outsiders. Do you know?"

"Thank you, aunt Lin Xiaotian said gratefully.

"Thank me for what." Lin ziyue shook her head, "tell you these, just hope you don't let me down."

"The traditional cultivation method of artistic conception, though still a part of it, is no longer feasible in today's society." Lin ziyue sighed."Why is that?" Lin Xiaotian asked suspiciously.

"Ha ha, because people today are afraid of death." Lin ziyue sarcastically said, "today's people, that also has the original martial arts that kind of desperate cultivation after unwilling people's thought, one by one into the money, after the money but only want to enjoy."

Isn't that human? Lin Xiaotian muttered.

"Well, since you come to ask me for advice today, I will naturally tell you some thoughts and experience about artistic conception. Well, you have to wait. Come back in the evening and I'll give you something, which may help you." Lin ziyue thought for a moment.

"Not now?" Lin Xiaotian asked in a low voice.

"I don't know where I put it. I'll have to look for it for a while." Lin ziyue shakes her head and says that since she gave up martial arts, her previous experience summary and so on have been thrown into a corner. I think you can find it.

"I'd like to teach you hand in hand, but your artistic conception has initially taken shape. I dare not teach at random. You have to explore it yourself." Lin ziyue said.

After talking about it for a long time, I have to understand it by myself. Lin Xiaotian's face is bitter.

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