Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Separation of Master and Apprentice

When the consciousness returned to Xu Qing's body again, it was already sunset, and he got up and went to the bathroom to take a battle bath, and suddenly felt comfortable all over his body, and now he has penetrated the acupuncture points around his body, and his gestures seem to have become much lighter, and there is an indescribable pleasure.

Turned out a sweatshirt from the wardrobe and put it on, and walked downstairs quickly, Wang Lao was drinking tea slowly in the living room, and there was Tang Guobin with a bitter face standing next to him.

When Wang Lao saw Xu Qing, two smiles immediately bloomed on his tense old face, and he pulled him up and sat beside him, and whispered in a low voice: "Good apprentice, how many acupuncture points are there that have not been penetrated?" ”

Xu Qing smiled slightly and said, "There are no acupuncture points, but the second pulse of Ren Du will need the master's help later." ”

"What? You repeat? The purple sand cup in Wang Lao's hand was pinched and shattered, and a pair of copper bell eyes stunned.

Xu Qing stuck out his tongue and repeated what he had just said, and before the words fell, Wang Lao, who was very excited, had already grabbed his shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! Tianzong Wizard, I, Wang Tiangang, can receive such disciples without regrets in this life, and the revival of Zhengyangmen is hopeful......"

Wang Lao shook Xu Qing's shoulders violently while laughing, and poor little Xu was shaken so much that he almost vomited out the overnight meal, and hurriedly struggled and said: "Don't shake it, my body can't withstand a few tosses from you!" Ahem......"

Only then did Wang Lao realize his gaffe, and quickly let go of his palms, and laughed: "Haha! Good apprentice, it's just that you gave your teacher too many surprises, and I forgot about it for a while. ”

Xu Qing rubbed his aching shoulders and muttered in a low voice: "I still found it myself, it seems that I will go back to the stone in the future." ”

"You dare!" Wang Lao Tongling's eyes widened, and the aura shook Tang Guobin on the side, and his feet almost fell down.

Xu Qing rolled his eyes disdainfully and said, "My thin arms and legs can't withstand a few tosses from you, and there may be a person left playing with stones." After saying that, don't turn your head to cover your mouth and snicker, he found that sometimes it is a very good thing to raise the bar with Wang Lao.

Wang Lao gritted his teeth, his tone finally softened, and he said in a low voice: "Good apprentice, it's a big deal to pay attention to the future as a teacher......

Tang Guobin on the side couldn't help but open his mouth wide, how strong Wang Lao was in his impression, he had never seen anyone bow softly, but he didn't expect that today he saw the scene of the undefeated myth in his heart, shocking, really his sister is too shocking.

Xu Qing reached out and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl beside him, took a bite, and said with a smile: "Master, when are you going to hide the Zhengyang palm technique?" I can't wait. ”

When Tang Guobin heard the three words of Zhengyangzhang, a touch of eagerness flashed in his eyes, and he stood still stubbornly.

A look of gloom appeared on Wang Lao's face, he glanced at Tang Guobin, who refused to move, and said coldly: "Zhengyang Gong is not something that you can practice as a fool with a broken child's body, the book has been delivered, are you still reluctant to leave?" ”

Originally, Tang Guobin sent an ancient book with eighteen drops in clothes, but now as soon as the book was delivered, Wang Lao issued an eviction order, and his heart was depressed to the extreme.

Tang Guobin's face froze, he drooped his head and left, Xu Qing looked at his slightly lonely back, and couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved for his good brother, breaking the boy's body only proves that Tang Da has few financial resources, charm, physical strength, and has a fart relationship with a fool, and in today's society, he is still a child at the age of twenty-five or sixteen, if not a fool, at least he is a second goods.