Chapter 85

Qiu's small courtyard.

As soon as Jiang Ping entered the door, he saw Qiu Daoyu beating Qiu Ba.

"Childe, Childe save me!"

After Qiu Ba saw Jiang Ping, he seemed to see a savior, and shouted for help.

I saw Qiu Daoyu covering Qiu Ba's head with one hand, firmly controlling him in place, and the other hand was like a big pen, using Qiu Ba's body as a picture scroll, splashing ink, with a chic posture, quite a scholar's style.

As Qiu Daoyu's palm moved, Qiu Ba was like a leather ball, constantly rising and shrinking, as if it would explode at any time.

At this time, Qiu Ba could be heard screaming straight to the depths of his soul.

"Save ...... Help me......"

Jiang Ping looked up at the sky.

Well, the weather is pretty nice today.

When the screams turned into a low roar, then into intermittent hoarse gasps.

Qiu Daoyu finally let Qiu Ba go.

I saw Qiu Daoyu let go, and then directly closed his eyes to breathe, forgetting everything for a while.

And Qiu Ba sat down with his ass, and then fell directly to the ground, forming a big character, sweating all over his body in an instant, and a figure was printed on the ground after a while.

Qiu Ba stared blankly at the sky, and a tear of sadness crossed mercilessly.

What kind of days are you living every day?!

"Alright, don't get up yet. ”

Jiang Ping gently kicked Qiu Ba with his foot.

Qiu Balai lay on the ground and muttered:

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I can't afford to die!"

"Huh, Xiaojuan, why are you here?"

"Xiaojuan, don't get me wrong, I'm practicing!"

I saw Qiu Ba jumping up like a spring, and his skills were much better than when Jiang Ping first saw him.

"Childe!"

Qiu Ba looked at Jiang Ping aggrievedly:

"You're lying to me again!"

Jiang Ping slapped him angrily:

"If not, when will you get up, just a little pain, you can't stand it, I don't know how many people want to change with you, and they can't ask for it.

You, you've only lived a few good days, and you're in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed. ”

Qiu Daoyu is naturally not beating his son in tricks, but using the precious innate true qi to wash his son of the I Ching, but the means are a little rougher.

Jiang Ping didn't know how envious he was when he saw it.

If it weren't for the only bit of shame that stopped him, he would have wanted to call him dad and wash him too.

Although Qiu Daoyu said that he didn't want his son to be involved in the grievances of the previous generation and didn't want him to practice martial arts, the treatment that his own son should have was not a lot at all.

Qiu Ba is too old and his roots and bones are fixed, so Qiu Daoyu would rather hurt his own vitality and use his precious innate true qi to wash his son's I Ching.

The innate true qi is made by a high-level grandmaster-level martial artist who opens the gate of heaven, hooks the qi veins, and returns to the innate after tomorrow, extracting his own essence and spirit.

A martial arts great Zhou Tian can refine a trace of innate true qi stored in the qi veins, which is generally the hole card at the bottom of the box pressed by the high-level grandmaster, which can not only be used for fighting, but also for healing, warming up the divine soldiers, catalyzing the exercises, and the magic is endless.

Qiu Daoyu gave Qiu Ba such a deal, and his strength could not improve for at least half a year.

Therefore, unless it is a loved one, ordinary grandmasters will not waste their innate true qi with this effort.

Qiu Bajing, although he was still not as good as those geniuses, he was definitely much stronger than ordinary people.

Especially after the I Ching was cleansed, the threshold from Qiu Ba to the martial artist was basically smoothed, and with a little effort, he was a first-class martial artist.

Qiu Ba is not a person who does not know what to do, he touched the back of his head and muttered:

"But it's too painful, I feel like Ling Chi is about the same. ”

"Pain can temper your consciousness, and if you can't defeat you, it will make you stronger, Qiu Ba, do you want to be a weakling?"

Anyway, it wasn't him who suffered, Jiang Ping poured poisonous chicken soup on Qiu Ba as if he didn't want money.

Qiu Ba touched his newly healed arm and nodded heavily towards Jiang Ping:

"Childe, I understand! I want to be a strong man!"

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones, but who let Qiu Ba have a son who is not bad for money, using all the best medicinal materials, and a grandmaster father, if he has nothing to do, he will use the internal temperature to nourish his bones and promote healing, in just over a month, he will be as good as seven, seven, eighty, eight.

Otherwise, Qiu Daoyu would not be able to wash his I Ching.

"By the way, Childe, someone sent a letter just now, and it was for you. ”

Qiu Hachi picked up a letter from the stone table next to him.

Jiang Ping took the letter and asked casually:

"Who sent it?"

"I don't know, it's just a child, and someone gave him a string of sugar gourds and asked him to send them. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Ping, who was about to open the envelope, paused.

This section is so familiar!

Be steady.

Jiang Ping threw the envelope, and then the internal qi agitated, and the palm wind blew, directly blowing the envelope open, but it did not hurt the contents in the slightest.

This control made Jiang Ping can't help but give himself a thumbs up.

I saw a snow-white letter paper fall to the ground, next to the fragments of the envelope exploded, nothing happened, and then set off Qiu Ba's bewildered face, the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Qiu Ba asked in confusion:

"Is there anything wrong with Childe?"

"Ahem......"

Jiang Ping coughed lightly a few times, and naturally adjusted his mood:

"Little starling, I'm going to tell you about the experience of the rivers and lakes here, this kind of letter sent by a stranger must not be opened casually, who knows if there will be poison hidden in it.

Walking the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is to be a stable word.

How many masters have fallen on a small hidden weapon, a lesson from the past, we can't help but guard against it. ”

"But...... Daddy has already opened this letter and read it. ”

Qiu Ba said.

Jiang Ping: "......"

"This is a letter to me, who told him to open it?!"

Jiang Ping was annoyed and angry.

Qiu Ba said as a matter of course: "But after we opened it, we found out that it was for Childe, and the kid who sent the letter didn't say who it was for." ”

Jiang Ping was speechless.

He picked up the letter angrily, since Qiu Daoyu had read it all, it would be a bit silly for him to be careful about his precautions.

There were only eight words written on the letter, and Jiang Ping could basically see it at a glance, but he read it for a long time and was silent for a while.

Seeing this, Qiu Ba asked: "Childe, who wrote the letter to you, the god is mysterious and secretive, I don't think he is a serious person." ”

"Didn't you see it?"

"Well, Daddy saw it, I didn't. ”

"A good friend of mine, well, very good, very good friend. ”

Jiang Ping remembered that moonlit night, and that conversation came to mind, obviously only a few months had passed, but it seemed like a long, long time.

"What if...... I said what would you do if Yeyulou found out that I had betrayed the organization and sent you to hunt me down?"

"I'll kill you!"

Gan!

I knew that Lao Tzu was so handsome, how could you be willing to kill me.

Death tsundere!

Qiu Ba next to him saw that Jiang Ping was silent for a long time, and at the same time, the emotions on his face were extremely complicated, so he couldn't help but be curious, and secretly swept it with his afterglow, and saw eight big characters written on the snow-white letter paper like a silver hook iron painting:

Innocence is dead, goodbye to the rivers and lakes!