Soul Mechanic [Interstellar]

[There must be worries under the prestige]

After a set of boxing techniques, Mu Qiu's mental head seemed to be completely exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

There wasn't even a transition, so fast that Chu Qingtian didn't react.

Lu Xun was the first to rush over, grabbing Mu Qiu's shoulder and trying to wake him up, "Qiu Qiu, don't sleep first, try the punching technique again!"

Mu Qiu grunted twice, waved his hand impatiently, and continued to sleep.

"Sleep later, Qiuqiu, sleep later..." Lu Xun knelt on the lawn, his tone almost begging.

However, Mu Qiu drank too much and fell asleep, no matter whether it was reasonable or brute force.

Chu Qingtian patted Lu Xun on the shoulder, knelt down and hugged Mu Qiu.

Lu Xun turned his head to look at him, his eyes still filled with unquenched excitement.

Simon didn't know what was going on, he just grabbed Lu Xun's arm worriedly.

A well-knotted hand pressed against Lu Xun's shoulder neither light nor heavy. Lu Zechen concealed the complex expression in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "No hurry at this time, no hurry at this time..."

He murmured and repeated it twice, not knowing whether he was persuading Lu Xun or himself.

——

The next day, Mu Qiu woke up with the expectation of everyone.

Looking at Lu Xun who was standing by the bed and Lu Zechen who was sitting, Vice Captain Lu, who had always been well-dressed and well-dressed, felt a rare sense of decadence.

Mu Qiu was dumbfounded for no reason, "Vice team? Director Lu? You..."

"Call Sanshu with Xiao Xun." Lu Zechen said quickly.

Mu Qiu blinked and looked at Chu Qingtian without knowing why.

"Qiu Qiu, hit the boxing set yesterday," Chu Qingtian reminded.

"Huh?" Mu Qiu looked blank, "What punch?"

Lu Xun's expression split all of a sudden, and Lu Zechen couldn't help laughing or crying.

Chu Qingtian sat next to Mu Qiu in a little embarrassment and reminded him in a low voice, "When you were drinking yesterday, you saw Lu Xun punching, so you practiced with him for a while, remember?"

Mu Qiu shook his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Where do I punch? Yesterday...Did you drink too much?"

"You called yesterday!" Lu Xun said eagerly, "Qiuqiu, think about it..."

Lu Zechen also stared at him, his hands on his knees clenched unconsciously.

Mu Qiu remembered very hard.

Three pairs of eyes stared at him with different expressions.

Mu Qiu whispered: "Speaking of boxing, I only learned Taijiquan. When I was in school, I used it as radio gymnastics..."

Lu Zechen's eyes suddenly flashed, his tone also revealed obvious eagerness, "Qiuqiu, what did you just say you learned?"

"Tai Chi..."

"Yes! That's the name!" Lu Zechen finally couldn't stretch himself, showing an expression of excitement. He grabbed Lu Xun's arm and said excitedly: "Lu Jiaquan used to be called Taijiquan-before it was lost!"

Mu Qiu finally heard the smell, and asked Chu Qingtian quietly, "Did I drink too much yesterday?"

Chu Qingtian nodded.

"Practicing Tai Chi?"

Chu Qingtian continued nodding.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qiu immediately explained in a panic: "Director Lu, deputy team, I didn't secretly learn that...Lu Jiaquan!"

Lu Zechen curled up his mouth and looked at Mu Qiu as if he were watching a golden doll, "You really didn't learn it secretly-unless you picked up the lost boxing book of the Lu family."

Mu Qiu waved his hand again and again, "I didn't find it!"

Lu Xun looked at him dubiously, "It's not easy to find it. You have to be born more than two thousand years earlier."

Mu Qiu's hangover's mind turned twice, and then he understood what Lu Xun meant, "I lost it so early?"-so he was relieved.

"Qiuqiu, you just said that you have learned Taijiquan, and it is complete-right?" Lu Xun asked calmly, trying hard.

"Many years ago, I forgot..." Mu Qiu looked at Chu Qingtian as if asking for help, a little guilty.

"How can I remember? Have some more wine?" Lu Xun's words didn't seem to be joking at all.

Mu Qiu was stunned for a moment.

Chu Qingtian frowned.

Lu Zechen also shook his head at Lu Xun reproachfully.

Lu Xun grabbed Chu Qingtian's arm, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, "Qingtian, you know—"

"I know, I know—give Qiuqiu some time, okay?" Chu Qingtian took Lu Xun's back into a pose similar to a hug.

Lu Xun closed his eyes vigorously and tried to adjust his breathing to force himself to calm down.

Mu Qiu looked at this and that, and blinked innocently-did he... miss something?

——

Mu Qiu stood in the center of the venue with a row of spectators in front of him.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and think of the high-pitched female voice that was once very familiar, "Twenty-four Taijiquan styles, prepare to—"

The first formula is to start. Raise your hands, separate your feet, and slowly squat down.

In the second type, the left and right wild horses are divided into manes. Left-right-leg steps.

The third style, the white crane spreads its wings...

After doing the twelfth style in a row, Mu Qiu couldn't do it anymore.

In fact, even the first five styles did not have the charm of the two extremes and the yin and yang of the previous night.

——Obviously, after three years of studying, why don’t I have any impression now?

Mu Qiu sat down on the ground in frustration and looked at Lu Xun guiltily, "Vice team...I really, really can't remember."

Lu Xun rubbed his sore temples, his eyes were covered with red blood-he hadn't closed his eyes for more than 30 hours.

Simon stretched out his mental tentacles distressedly, and touched Lu Xun's forehead both lightly and lightly.

Lu Xun seemed to feel something, and subconsciously touched the spot where he was touched, and accidentally touched the soft tentacles.

Simon's mental realm trembled and looked at him in surprise, "Can you feel it?"

Lu Xun nodded.

Simon's eyes lit up. "When did it start?"

"Last night." Lu Xun pointedly looked in Mu Qiu's direction.

Simon followed his gaze and suggested, "Otherwise you can do it again and let Qiuqiu see it, just like last night-maybe he will remember it."

Mu Qiu nodded repeatedly.

Naturally, Lu Xun would not refuse—even if there was a glimmer of hope, he was willing to try.

Start again from the starting point.

Mu Qiu sat and watched obediently.

Compared with the calm and calmness of the past, Lu Xun's gestures are obviously more determined and hopeful.

Then, until after finishing the first eighteen forms of the Lu family, Mu Qiu still sat there "obediently" and watched quietly.

Even when Lu Xun finished his retreat, he still clapped excitedly-he hasn't watched people do Tai Chi for many years. It's awesome!

However, in the huge martial arts field, only Mu Qiu himself gave abrupt applause. Even the little guys looked at him with disappointed expressions.

Uh... Mu Qiu finally realized this, and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Qiuqiu, it was not like this yesterday." Simon couldn't hide his disappointment in his tone.

"Carrot wants to see Qiuqiu boxing too!" The little guy didn't see Mu Qiu boxing when he slept early yesterday, and he has been upset by it for a long time.

"Pumpkin wants to see it too!" Pumpkin said as simple as ever.

Little Green Teng twisted his body and swayed left and right in the air, making the appearance of punching.

Little Snow Lotus nodded unwillingly to show weakness, and cried glutinously, "Mom! Mom!"

"It's punching..." Mu Qiu corrected it quietly.

"Fist!" the little mermaid repeated crisply.

Mu Qiu couldn't bear to disappoint everyone, but he couldn't remember it.

He scratched his ears impatiently, and suddenly said, "Otherwise I have a few more glasses of Bronte?"

The words were for everyone, but Mu Qiu's eyes looked at Chu Qingtian.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Qingtian.

Chu Qingtian was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Three cups, right to try."

"Hmm!" Mu Qiu promised to be behaved on the surface, but he was thinking inwardly, a few bottles would not work until he remembered!

As a result, just as Mu Qiu was worried, after three cups of wine, his tongue became straight, but the subsequent movements did not remember at all.

It's strange to say, it's like being taken away from the memory, and the impression is gone.

Lu Xun didn't even show Mu Qiu the family handbook.

Mu Qiu was also anxious. He ignored Chu Qingtian's dark face and ate cups after cups. He didn't even know when he went to sleep.

Therefore, Mu Qiu did not wake up until he left the imperial capital.

——

More and more names appeared in the upper circles of the imperial capital—Chu Qingtian.

what? You haven't added his communication number yet? Then you are out!

Don't even think that he is just a humble logistics captain, who can't hold on to others' guides.

Have you heard of the Treant Planet that you just discovered? The one rich in thorn fruit trees and amethyst is under the name of the guide!

By the way, there is also the Southern Metropolis Caravan, which specializes in some high-end flower businesses-my family likes to hang the Southern Metropolis logo and stalk flowers. He said that his family's flowers are especially long-lasting, and the meaning is very good!

Jinjiang system knows it? Cute little J, you can scan the real map of the mental body-think about it and think it's amazing!

Know what kind of friends they make? The second heir to the Wolf family!

Rock Wolf? No, no, no, Locke's sentinel has to go back. The second heir is a guide. He was raised by Major General Wolfe since he was a child. The pair of puppet cats who participated in the spiritual beauty pageant some time ago-you are not praising others. Isn’t it cute? That’s the spirit of the Wolfe’s little guide!

Oh, yes, speaking of the spiritual beauty pageant, the little robot that won the special prize-my goodness, it's so cute and educated too! That's the spiritual body of Wizard Chu Qingtian!

...

Under the deliberate propaganda of Maghe's aides, the words Chu Qingtian, Xiao J System, and Southern Capital Caravan infiltrated the imperial capital's social circle unknowingly like a spring breeze.

——

Imperial Capital, where Mary Rhein lived.

Bieber didn't get any advantage at the birthday party of the Jiahe children, and was beaten up by Chu Qingtian. He couldn't swallow that breath, always thinking of finding a chance to take revenge.

If it weren't for Mary Rhine to have something to use him later, I don't know what kind of trick he would come up with.

Biebershun successfully helped Mary Rhein to do that thing. Mary was still satisfied, and sent him other tasks one after another, one more than one secret—there was no lack of temptation.

Speaking of which, Bieber has some talents, and coupled with the clever minions around him, he really has a way to do those ugly things.

Mary was satisfied and trusted him more and more.

Naturally, Nalan also got a lot of benefits from it. The direct effect is that Mary Rhein officially accepted her as a student.

Since then, Nalan's status and reputation among the guides can be said to have risen to the sky-of course, reputation and status are only effective for those who care about it.

In any case, Bieber thought he had a good time, and when he was complacent, he heard more and more news about Chu Qingtian.

Even after killing Bieber, Chu Qingtian, a man with no money, power and backstage, could really get along in the Imperial Capital!

Why is he? !

Suspicion, frustration, jealousy, grievance... Under all kinds of emotions, Bieber became angry and couldn't restrain his violent spirit at all.

Nalan sensed his emotions and ran over in shock, and reflexively stretched out her mental tentacles, trying to sort him out.

The moment Bieber saw the guide, he instinctively showed an attitude of attachment. However, the moment Nalan's mental tentacles touched his forehead, Bieber suddenly yelled-mixed with endless pain.

Nalan was also taken aback, feeling the fluctuations from the tentacles-both familiar and unfamiliar.

With a grim face, Bieber pushed Nalan out abruptly, and roared in a low voice in his throat: "Get out--"

Nalan's thin body slammed straight into the hard wall, and the pain and unwillingness in her eyes flashed by.

"What did she do to you?!" Bieber asked with gritted teeth, staring scarlet eyes.

Nalan opened her mouth, a daze flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, the sound of "dongdong" footsteps was heard from the solid wood staircase.

——Mary Rhein’s floor is never covered with blankets, it is very loud when she walks.

Bieber maintained the last touch of expression, trying to adjust his look, and did not continue to question.

At this moment, someone pushed open the door and stood aside, revealing the proud and gorgeous figure of Mary Rhein.

Mary Rhein frowned in disgust as she looked at the mess in a room. She gave a light cough and winked at the man by the door.

Daniel nodded respectfully, and when he turned to Bieber, he showed a high expression, "What happened? Guide Mary needs an explanation."

Bieber suppressed the cruelty in his eyes, pursed his lips, and made a reckless and angry look.

Mary Rhein raised her chin, only glanced at him with her eyes down, and snorted pretentiously, "After all, it's your'brother', right? - Speaking of which, he is quite famous recently, even I have heard ."

Bieber snorted heavily, as if being angered again by the person in Mary's mouth.

The contempt in Mary Rhein's eyes flashed past, and she said unhurriedly: "Seeing others are not pleasing to the eye, just find a way to solve it. What kind of ability is it to get out of breath?"

As she said, she winked at Daniel, "Go, help Nalan guide back to the room, and let the sentry be calm and calm!"

After speaking, he turned around and left first.

Daniel gently lifted Nalan up and smiled sarcastically at Bieber.

A worried look appeared in Nalan's eyes, but Bieber avoided it.

The pain in Nalan's eyes was obvious. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something about being saved, but because of Daniel's presence, she didn't say it after all.

There is only Bieber left in the room.

He slumped down on the cold metal chair, blank in his bleak gray eyes.

——

Mary Rhein leaned back on the large sofa softly, flapping the lid slowly in her hand.

The crimson nails were soaked in the steaming heat, and there was a strange feeling invisibly.

After a long while, she said leisurely, "Don't talk about Bieber's little hairy hair, even me, I see that group of people are not pleasing to the eye..."

She paused, bowed her head and took a sip of tea, and continued: "Speaking of which, there are so many people who can't understand them. How about finding a mistake? Don't care who it is, lest I can't bear it..."

"Sneez—" Mary chuckled, her blushing lips looked a little scary in the dim light, "What can't you bear? People can't bear it--just do it!"

In the last sentence, she almost yelled-her hideous complexion was extremely terrifying, and where was the genial and noble half of the usual?