Chapter 8: Understanding
"I do want to talk to you. Song Qiao got straight to the point.
"Oh, is the back table looking at me too handsome and wanting to confess to me?" Su Jing blinked.
"If you have eye problems, remember to go to the doctor. ”
“……”
"To get back to the point, I came to you to ask what that qi in your body is. ”
Su Jing was a little surprised: "You mean Gu Wu?"
Song Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Probably." I can feel a puff of gas in you. ”
"That's Gu Wu, the qi you said should be internal force. How can you see that? Do you also practice ancient martial arts?"
"If the qi you are talking about is internal force, then I should have it too. Song Qiao paused and said.
"Then you can see my level, haven't you already stepped from the acquired to the innate one?" Su Jing's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Well, I guess so. "In fact, the Qi refining period is already the realm after the innate realm, but Song Qiao doesn't know much about it yet, but she also knows that her strength is not as simple as the innate one.
"Back table, you are too good, you have reached the innate realm at such a young age! You must know that those who have reached the innate realm are usually those old guys, and my acquired realm is already a genius in our family. ”
Su Jing excitedly wanted to pat Song Qiao's shoulder, but she avoided her.
"Hmm, what about the realm above the innate level?"
"Above the congenital, it seems that only the ancestor of the ancient martial arts family can reach it. But there is basically no way to do it in a hundred years. ”
In fact, there is no way to do it, it's just that there is no method of cultivation. But Song Qiao won't say that's it.
"Then, is there a Xiuzhen family?" This question was what Song Qiao was most concerned about.
"Of course not, Xiuzhen disappeared a thousand years ago. You don't understand anything at the back table, how can you learn ancient martial arts?" Su Jing glanced at Song Qiao, a little speechless.
"The master only taught me Gu Wu, and didn't say anything else. ”
You can't say that you came from the cultivation realm.
However, after understanding the approximate force value of this world, Song Qiao felt more confident.
Probably except for high-tech weapons such as lasers, she has few opponents now.
"Okay, okay, let's go to class. ”
Su Jing estimated that Song Qiao, the "master", was probably a hidden master. After all, he taught such a powerful apprentice, but he didn't even understand common sense, so he could only be a hidden old monster.
"Hmm. "Even if it's just a word, the owner who can hear the sound is in a good mood.
Knowing the information you want to know, can you feel bad?
Song Qiao thought for a while, and pretended to take out a porcelain bottle from his schoolbag (actually in the space): "Thank you for giving me an answer, this myelin-washing pill will be given to you." ”
At this moment, Su Jing was not calm: "The pill that washes the marrow and the veins in the legend?" snatched the porcelain bottle in Song Qiao's hand, and was shocked by the rich medicinal fragrance as soon as he opened it.
"Don't, then pay me back. ”
Hearing Song Qiao say this, Su Jing tightened the bottle and ran away without looking back.
As for the origin of the myelin cleansing pill - hugging Song's thighs in the future, are you afraid that you won't know?