Chapter 525: The Legend of the Immortal

Not long after Xu Qingmo walked out of the rented room, he saw a young man in black following him, and he did not hide, but was generous and walked directly to him.

Xu Qingmo simply stopped and looked at this person, this person has a sturdy figure, bulging muscles under his clothes, and his hair stands on his scalp one by one, looking very capable.

This kind of person is obviously a cultivator of kung fu, Xu Qingmo observed his breath, and probably knew that this person should be a second-rate realm, practicing kung fu and entering the house, his muscles are almost harder than steel, and he is the best candidate for the best bodyguard.

"Little sir?" the man in black walked over and asked respectfully.

Xu Qingmo nodded, calling himself Mr. Xiao, then it should be Wei Wuyan's person.

Sure enough, the man in black immediately said: "I am Wei Lao's subordinate, my name is Nie Bufei, just call me Xiao Fei Mr. Xiao, he asked me to come to you." ”

Xu Qingmo naturally understood what Wei Wuyan meant, although yesterday Wei Wuyan said that he was not in a hurry to recover, but it was just a scene that Xu Qingmo said when he was tired, he dreamed of recovering his strength, and now that the opportunity is close at hand, how can he not be in a hurry.

No, early the next morning, I sent someone to invite myself.

It just happened that he had nothing to do, so it was okay to go on a trip, Xu Qingmo immediately agreed, and then Xiaofei immediately reached out to stop the two rickshaws and left with Xu Qingmo.

Sitting in a rickshaw unique to this era, shuttling through the gray city, Xu Qingmo had a strange feeling, and finally stopped in front of a villa in a concession called Yunwujie.

The Cloud Realm is the most luxurious residential area of the Sky Guard, and the people who can live here are either rich or noble, and they all have a force.

Entering the villa, Xu Qingmo saw Wei Wuyan trotting up to meet him, and Zeng Zimo followed behind him with some twist.

"Mr. Xiao was able to come in person, and Wei was very grateful. ”

Xu Qingmo waved his hand: "Needless to say, just bring a pen and paper." ”

Wei Wuyan was overjoyed, he thought that Xu Qingmo was going to put forward some conditions, and immediately beckoned to Zeng Zimo.

Zeng Zimo reluctantly took the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, came to Xu Qingmo's side, and put it on the table.

Wei Wuyan retreated with interest, the pranayama method is related to the exercises, Xu Qingmo can give it to him, it is already a great gift, and he dares to peek at the process of his writing, it is rude.

She stayed. Xu Qingmo looked at Zeng Zimo and said.

"Me?" Zeng Zimo was a little puzzled.

"Sharpen my ink. Xu Qingmo said lightly.

"What?" Zeng Zimo thought he had heard it wrong, this guy actually let himself grind ink for him?

"Zimo. Wei Wuyan glanced at Zeng Zimo almost pleadingly, this pranayama method was very important to him.

Zeng Zimo had no choice but to endure it, and stomped his feet to Xu Qingmo's table.

Xu Qingmo picked up the brush, but found that Zeng Zimo hadn't moved yet, so he said, "Don't grind the ink yet?"

"What do you think of me...... Zeng Zimo was so angry that his mouth turned up, he was a daughter, and he kindly brought him a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, this stinky guy didn't appreciate it, and he really regarded himself as a maid who grinded ink.

"Don't you want Wei Lao?" Xu Qingmo said.

Zeng Zimo immediately endured it, it was she who came forward rashly at that time and interrupted Xu Qingmo's treatment of Wei Wuyan, she was very guilty that Wei Wuyan was not completely healed, and now when she heard Xu Qingmo say this, she suddenly stopped squeaking, just gritted her teeth, held her sleeve in one hand, and grabbed the inkstone with the other hand and began to grind the ink.

"It's light!"

"It's thick!"

"Hurry up, or you'll be done. ”

"Your wrists must be strong, and your force must be even, haven't you eaten in the morning?"

As a result, in the process of grinding ink, Xu Qingmo kept picking and choosing, pointing out Zeng Zimo's shortcomings, and Zeng Zimo was so angry that he couldn't wait to pick and choose.

How could he have suffered this kind of anger, and the first time he personally sharpened the ink, he was counted down like this.

"You ......"

"What are you, do you want to do it?" Xu Qingmo blocked back directly.

“…… Okay!" Zeng Zimo's teeth were crushed, so he could only bow his head and use his power to grind the ink.

Finally, Zeng Zimo grinded out a perfect ink on an inkstone, with the right shade and full of majesty.

"......Huh" Zeng Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling that this was more tiring than playing a set of heavenly songs, and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"It's up to you to write what you can do. Zeng Zimo muttered quietly, this guy has to grind his own ink, and he is all kinds of picky, if he can't write anything, he has to be sarcastic.

I saw Xu Qingmo pick up the brush and dip it on the inkstone, and then lift the pen and drop it on the white paper, drawing horizontally.

"This horizontal is too thick and long, it almost takes up the entire paper, and he can't lift a pen like this, he's making a fool of himself!" Zeng Zimo was overjoyed in his heart, and looked proudly at how Xu Qingmo was ugly behind.

But Xu Qingmo put away the pen, put it on the pen stand, and stopped writing.

"Hehe, I can't write it anymore. Zeng Zimo said sarcastically.

"I'm done. Xu Qingmo said.

"What?" Zeng Zimo was taken aback, this guy prepared all the way and let himself grind the ink, and said that it was light, and then said that it was thick, and he didn't like it evenly enough, and finally just came to this point, isn't this teasing me?

"What do you mean by that?" Zeng Zimo said angrily.

Xu Qingmo glanced at her, didn't speak, just looked at the closed door and said, "Come in." ”

Wei Wuyan, who had been waiting outside, immediately pushed the door in, looking at Xu Qingmo with anticipation, and at the same time a trace of doubt.

It's too fast, it's only been a few minutes since I went out, and it's been written so quickly?

Pranayama exercises are very complicated, even more complex than a fist technique, how can it be written so quickly?

"Old Wei, you were deceived by him, he is a liar, hurry up and shout Ah Fei to arrest him!" Zeng Zimo shouted.

Xu Qingmo got up leisurely, came to the window, looked at the scenery outside, and didn't say a word.

Wei Wuyan was suspicious, came to the table, looked at the white paper on it, and his eyes burned.

"Old Wei, look, he can't write anything at all, he just scribbles a stroke. Zeng Zimo said happily, "Quickly call someone to arrest him, you can't let this kind of charlatan run away!"

Zeng Zimo said with his head in the head, but found Wei Wuyan standing there motionless.

"Old Wei?" Zeng Zimo shouted tentatively.

Wei Wuyan looked at the white paper in front of him blankly as if he hadn't seen it, and the whole person seemed to have cast a fixing spell, and the wooden flute was there, like a statue.

"Old Wei?" Zeng Zimo shouted again, stretching out his hand to leg Wei Lao.

"If you don't want to interrupt his recovery again, it's better to back off. Xu Qingmo's voice came.

Zeng Zimo immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been stabbed, and raised his head to look at Xu Qingmo's back: "Did you make him Wei Lao like this?"

"You were poisoned?"

"You know how to spell?"

"You're a demon!"

Zeng Zimo had a series of questions and suspicions, but Xu Qingmo just looked out the window and ignored her.

"You ......" Zeng Zimo thought for a while, and didn't touch Wei Lao, but walked out of the door and shouted Nie Bufei to go.

Waiting for Zeng Zimo to come back with Nie Bufei, he said at the door: "That guy is weird, I can't figure out what Western tricks he can do, Wei Lao has been deceived, wait a minute, don't hesitate, just do it!"

"But, Miss Mo, that is a guest invited by Wei Lao, and he is very respectful of him, so it's not good. ”

"There's nothing wrong with it, Wei Lao can't move, listen to me!" Zeng Zimo said.

Nie Bufei thought about it in embarrassment, but still nodded.

But as soon as the two of them entered, they saw that Wei Lao had recovered, and bowed to Xu Qingmo for a junior salute.

"Old Wei, hello!"

"Zimo, don't come over to make amends to Mr. Xiao!" Wei Lao turned around and shouted sharply.

Zeng Zimo was taken aback, she knew that Wei Lao was usually very good to herself, and she was reluctant to say anything serious, but once she said it, it meant that she had made a big mistake.

"Do you dare to question Mr. Xiao and have someone arrest him?" Wei Wuyan said angrily, "If it weren't for Mr. Xiao's high number, you would ......"

Zeng Zimo didn't understand it yet, and said, "Old Wei, weren't you deceived by him?"

Wei Wuyan shook his head in disappointment: "It makes sense for Zhang Dashuai to hand you over to me, you have been mixed with those rich children all day long, and your vision is blind, what has become of you!"

Wei Wuyan looked at the paper on the table more carefully than he looked at the treasures and said: "This is the real immortal inheritance, there is no need for words, the handwriting is a metaphor for the breath, only the meaning is not spoken." ”

"Huh?" Zeng Zimo couldn't understand it.

"What a liar!" Wei Wuyan said with some annoyance, this is a real miracle, you are lucky enough to be able to see it once, it is a great luck, even if you don't know it, you still slander it and say that this is a trick of a liar!

Zeng Zimo opened his small mouth, looked at the paper on the table, and then looked at Xu Qingmo by the window, and gradually realized that everything was his own superficial vision and misunderstood Xu Qingmo.

Xu Qingmo turned around and came to the table, and in Wei Lao's distressed gaze, he rolled up the paper, handed it to the candle next to him, burned it, and the ashes opened three times, Wei Lao was heartbroken, but he couldn't say anything.

This pranayama exercise is Xu Qingmo, it is already a great kindness to be able to show him once, he also feels the subtlety of this method of molestation, and if he insists on practicing in the future, he will definitely be able to get rid of his stubborn disease, and Xu Qingmo takes back the paper, which is a matter of course.

Wei Lao is even more distressed that the stroke on this white paper can be called a god-level, if Xu Qingmo takes it back and hides it, it will be a miracle that will be passed down for hundreds of generations, but at this time, it is so casually burned, it is really regrettable.

"Mr. Xiao's great kindness, Wei doesn't know how to repay it, but in the future, wherever it is useful to Wei, Wei will definitely go to the soup and go to the fire, and he will not hesitate. ”

Xu Qingmo nodded lightly, noncommittal.

"Old Wei, the recruitment of people in the martial arts hall for several years is about to start. "A man walked into the yard and said from afar.

"Well, got it. Wei Lao nodded.

"Martial Arts Hall?" Xu Qingmo's ears moved, what did he remember?

"Mr. Xiao didn't know, Wei was ashamed, he was in charge of several martial arts halls in Tiantianwei for Zhang Dashuai, and there was a recruitment meeting every year, and Wei was needed. Wei Wuyan saw that Xu Qingmo was interested, and immediately explained.

"Is the Divine Martial Arts Pavilion also under your jurisdiction?"

"Mr. Xiao also knows about the Shenwei Martial Arts Pavilion?" Wei Wuyan was overjoyed, "It is the Martial Arts Hall below." ”

"Can I go and see this recruitment meeting?"

"Of course, it is an honor for the little gentleman to be able to go and see it!"