An innate master's luck helps a martial artist with a sense of qi to cultivate, that is simply a cheat, Tang Ying immediately felt an inexplicable ability enter the body, and that layer of breakthrough obstacles is like window paper, which will be broken when poked.

After a while, Tang Ying felt that the powerful energy in his body was retreating backwards, and he felt that this kind of energy did not exist anywhere around his body, and he wanted to swallow the sea under great joy, but he found that the efficiency of his absorption was as slow as a snail crawling.

If the energy of the outside world was the ocean, Tang Ying found that he was at most a cat licking water with his tongue on the seaside, and the true qi that Zhang Qi had just poured into his body was like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, Tang Ying realized that his estimation of Zhang Qi's strength was still too low.

"Mr. Zhang......" Tang Ying opened his mouth and said in an excited tone, "Thank you Mr. Zhang for your success, Tang will remember it." ”

"Lao J is right, I'm just one person, I can't change anything," Zhang Qi paced to Tang Ying's desk, picked up the pen and scribbled and painted, while continuing, "If a tiger can only protect a hundred people, and we have 10,000 people, then it is enough to create a hundred tigers." ”

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, Tang ......" Tang Ying hurriedly wanted to show his determination, but Zhang Qi waved his hand to signal that he didn't want to hear this, "Needless to say, just do it." ”

Hearing Zhang Qi say this, Tang Ying didn't dare to refute anything, and consciously stood beside Zhang Qi, stretching his neck to see what he was drawing.

"This word is quite special." Tang Ying thought strangely in his heart, he didn't know that Zhang Qi's mastery of hard pen characters was still very average, and that character was naturally not much better, "This painting is even more special." ”

After muttering for a while, Tang Ying was suddenly stunned, how could this painting look like a person? There is also this word...... "Is it a martial arts cheats, it seems to be a little different from what the old man gave." ”

"This is the Moyun Fist Method, with some luck methods and methods of spitting, which is enough for you." A registered disciple is a person who can let others know that this is his own teaching, but he does not admit that he is a formal apprentice, Zhang Qi will naturally teach Tang Ying something, but according to Tang Ying's cultivation speed just now, Zhang Daxia found that in addition to this most ordinary Moyun Temple boxing method, the others are really not suitable.

"Mr. Zhang......" Tang Ying was moved and a little apprehensive, although what Zhang Qi taught him was very good, but this apprenticeship, Tang Ying really didn't want to, modern society has developed to the present, it is not so simple to ask a person in his 30s to kneel down to a person in his 20s to apprentice, this is not such a simple thing, and it is difficult to pass that level in his heart.

struggled for a while, and waited until Zhang Qi handed the written paper to Tang Ying, who remembered the vast true qi that had entered the body just now, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, "The master is the teacher, this kind of thing is not ashamed", and wanted to kneel.

However, Tang Ying's wish was disappointed, he wanted to apprentice, Zhang Qi was not happy, this kind of qualification, you don't want to rely on it, there is no door.

"Huh?" Tang Ying found that Zhang Qi grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and was stunned to not let him kneel, and then saw Zhang Qi's expression, and then remembered that he was still a registered disciple in the novel whose father did not kiss his mother and did not love, and it was not his turn to be treated as a teacher, so he was relieved but somehow a little lost.

The relationship is close, and there are a lot less scruples when it comes to talking, the underworld gang that Zhang Qi insisted on cleaning up and kidnapping Song Peihan is actually not a big force, Tang Ying patted his chest and promised to deal with it, Zhang Qi found a room to sleep because Huzi booked a morning plane, and then embarked on the return journey with Song Peihan.

When he returned to China, it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, looking at the same bustling crowd, the same skin color and different temperament, Zhang Qi suddenly had a sense of intimacy rising from his heart.

"Xiaohan, you're back." As soon as the three of them walked out, a joyful voice sounded, and they saw a gray-haired man walking forward with a smile, followed by two or three people in suits.

Seeing this man in his 50s coming over, a trace of struggle flashed on Song Peihan's face, but he didn't run away as before, but nodded unprecedentedly, which made the man stunned at first, and then came over in ecstasy, as if he was many years younger.

"I'm either watching, or, I'm worried, so I asked Lao Wu to check the flight you might be taking." When he arrived at Song Peihan's side, the man explained carefully, then stretched out his hand to Zhang Qi and Huzi, and observed Song Peihan's expression with the corner of his eye while greeting happily.

"Hello, my name is Song Qiandao."

"Zhang Qi!" "My name is Huzi!"

Seeing that Song Peihan actually allowed herself to contact her friends, Song Qiandao smiled even more happily, and her daughter was willing to pay attention to him a little, which made Song Qiandao feel more satisfied than signing a contract of hundreds of millions.

Song Qiandao, who was full of energy, greeted Zhang Qi and Huzi warmly, and talked to Song Peihan with a smile: "Xiaohan, let's not go abroad, I promise, I will never let people follow you again in the future." ”

It's a pity that Song Peihan did this at most, and didn't want to pay any further attention to Song Qiandao, but said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, thank you, you must let me treat you for this dinner tonight, otherwise I will not be happy in my heart." ”

To the surprise of those present, Song Peihan bowed deeply to Zhang Qi after finishing speaking, "Miss Song is polite, with a gesture." Zhang Qi accepted a salute before reaching out to help Song Peihan up, he also let Song Peihan feel at ease, "As for eating, ......"

"Hey, Brother Zhang, this meal is Miss Song's invitation to you, and you invited me, anyway, you two seem to have forgotten me." Huzi saw that Zhang Qi seemed to be refusing, so he hurriedly interjected.

After listening to the conversation, Song Qiandao on the side felt like a cat scratching his heart, but he was afraid that Song Peihan would be unhappy, so he was in a hurry, but he didn't dare to interject like Huzi.

After walking out of the airport with a few people, Song Qiandao found a chance to speak, he tentatively adopted a plan to save the country, and said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, I just booked a seat at the Lake Ting Restaurant, let's have a meal together!" ”

After Song Qiandao finished speaking, he carefully looked at Song Peihan with his spare eyes, and found that when Song Peihan was not happy on his face, his heart was about to be corrected, and he couldn't help but show a pleading look to Zhang Qi, who had never owed favors.

"This is a father and daughter, it seems that it should be a father who is trying to forgive his daughter." After talking for such a while, Zhang Qi also understood a little about the relationship between the father and daughter of the Song family. Helping others is the foundation of happiness, and it seems that Song Qiandao is more than just digging out his heart for Song Peihan, Zhang Qi thought that he was going to eat anyway, so it was better to fulfill him.

In Song Qiandao's expectant eyes, when Song Peihan just wanted to speak, Zhang Qi replied, "Okay, then let's go." ”

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