"Mom, I'm not it. This brat just happens to be the one who wants to look at him for a while." Hua Nong pouted.

Mrs. Hua came over and touched her forehead, and smiled and said, "What's the point of staying in a man's room late at night, I'd forget it if he was injured and unconscious. Now I'm awake, and someone is talking about you when you're here."

Hua Nong said, "If they say, let them say..." Seeing his mother's stern eyes gradually turning, she had to say, "I know, let's go now." Hua Nong looked back at Zhu Qingsheng, and then walked out.

When Zhu Qingsheng saw Hua leave, he and Mrs. Hua were the only ones, and he felt extremely embarrassed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that his daughter was gradually moving away, Mrs. Hua whispered: "Young Master, please don't be surprised. Although you and your daughter are in love, you are still one step behind. Due to etiquette, you can take care of it."

Zhu Qingsheng hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay for the second lady to leave, and it's just right for him to go back and have a good rest."

Mrs. Hua nodded and said, "Young Master is intent. Although you are very good and have martial arts, I feel at ease with you. But I still want to say a long-winded sentence: If the young master really wants to spend his life with his little girl, he will be kind to her for the rest of his life. I am not the old man. If the young master has a reputation and becomes a foundation in the future, it is not impossible to marry a concubine. But remember that the young lady will always like you the most. Don't neglect her."

Zhu Qingsheng was startled and waved his hand quickly and said, "Auntie, please rest assured. The boy only has the second lady in his heart. As for the others, he will never dare to think about it, and he will not think about it in the future."

Mrs. Hua nodded and said, "It's so great. It's late at night. Please have a good rest. My father's birthday tomorrow. I still hope that my son can come and have a drink."

Zhu Qingsheng said in a respectful voice: "Thank you for your kindness. I will make my personal reputation tomorrow. But I have been living in the world all year round and are not polite. Please give me more advice."

Mrs. Hua said, "It's a great thing for the young master to come. The young master is seriously injured and recovered. I won't disturb the young master's rest." She went out to close the wooden door, and the sound of her feet gradually faded away.

Zhu Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although Mrs. Hua had no martial arts skills and was gentle, in his heart, he had the same status as Fairy Nan Yao. He had been sleeping for three days and could not sleep at this moment, so he untied his shirt and his chest was wrapped in a thick layer of white cloth. It seemed that there was a stove grinding his chest. The hot true energy was transmitted into it, warming the cold heart and lungs.

Zhu Qingsheng sighed. It would be good to save his life this time, and it was also true that his injuries were serious or not. When he thought of Luo Qitao who was killed, he still couldn't believe it. This time he formed a life and death gang with the Buddha Crying Altar. There was no good life in the future. He tidied up the quilt and wanted to sit up and activate his true energy. A booklet suddenly fell out of the corner of the quilt, and there was a piece of white paper mixed in it.

He was very surprised. Why did he have such a booklet? He took it and found that there were three small characters "Dafeng Jue" written on it. It was full of dense luck and mental methods, and annotated experience quotes. It was in full detail. He unfolded the white paper with three bold and vigorous lines of words: Boy, I did a good job, I did not misunderstand it. When you find out, it means that you are safe and sound, and the Dafeng Jue will be completely passed on to you. You must practice it well.

Without a signature or a stamp, Zhu Qingsheng knew who it was when he saw the heroic font. He could be the other one except Master Zhong. He didn't expect that he would pass on his mind to himself. This is because he completely recognized himself, but the price was too high.

Zhu Qingsheng was idle and had nothing to do. He leaned against the wall and looked through the candlelight: "The true qi of the human body is stored in the sea of ​​qi. When it is circulated, it comes from the meridians, where the thoughts come, and where the true qi comes..."

He smiled slightly. The Great Wind Skill is easy to understand. It was indeed written by a heroic and unconspicuous person like Master Zhong, which made him convenient. He read it briefly first. This Great Wind Skill is more detailed and accurate than the last time Master Zhong pointed out to him. It says that the real qi should be used at will and should not be confined to the acupoints. It is like the strong wind roaming in the sky, free and unrestrained.

When you reach the highest level, your body is like an endless sky, and your true qi is like a strong wind. You can exist at every acupoint or cover every acupoint. The speed of regulating the true qi is like a blink of an eye. The body is a big dantian. When the thought moves, the true qi will be emitted immediately.

However, when you reach this level, you must have strong and profound skills. Zhu Qingsheng smiled bitterly. He didn't know when he reached this level, so he should start from scratch.

After Zhong Bai's guidance, he was already familiar with it. However, his heart and lungs were cold, his injuries were severe, and his true qi was weak. Every time he moved to his chest, it dissipated. After trying several times, Zhu Qingsheng sighed helplessly. He just kept the formula in mind and came to practice when the injury healed.

He looked up at Fang Liang and thought blankly that he had the purple martial arts skills taught by his master, the eleventh style of the fallen gods and the inner skill of the Goddess Peak told by Fairy Nanyao and the Shenniao Peak. Now there is the Dafeng Arts secret passed down by Master Zhong. It can be said that it is the three magical skills of Maoshan, Shenniao Peak and the Zhong family. He has learned all of them, but these three are profound and profound martial arts secrets. Each one can make people study for the rest of their lives. He first glanced at the path and couldn't eat them too much. It was really a headache to practice.

Fortunately, the master of the Purple Martial Arts is in the fist and foot, the eleventh stance of the fallen god is in the sword technique, and the eleventh stance of the Great Wind Taoist Arts is in the operation of the true qi. Each item does not conflict, but complements each other. It only takes time to practice. Zhu Qingsheng recalled the Purple Martial Arts, the eleventh stance of the fallen god, and the eleventh stance of the newborn. He felt that he had taken many detours before, so he forgot them all and started practicing from scratch.

Not long after, I felt my head drowsy again, so I put Dafeng Jue under the pillow and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already bright. Although I was deep in the backyard, I could still hear the noise of laughter and chatting from the front yard. Zhu Qingsheng thought to himself, Mr. Yu Xin is a member of the party, and it is not uncommon for so many people to come. I just don’t know what Mrs. Hua and Hua Nong are doing, and whether they are accompanying the old man to receive guests.

He felt much better at this time. He was not bad except for being unable to use his true energy and his hands and feet were sore and weak. He saw that his clothes were washed clean and placed on the wooden rack at the head of the bed. There was a cloth bag hanging next to it. He reached out to take it. It was covered with white jade ruler, jade heart plate and other items, and the Sixin fruit that he had not eaten was also inside. Seeing this fruit, he suddenly remembered Su Xin, and he didn't know how she was in Shennongjia, and whether she was happy or not.

Although Zhu Qingsheng put all his thoughts on Hua Nong, Su Xin was his first love in his mind after all. When he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel melancholy and sigh. He slowly put on his clothes and washed it for a while. Every time he bent down, he would squeeze the wound in his chest, feeling a bit cold and cold, and his frozen teeth trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have been so impulsive at the beginning.

When I walked to the front yard, there were more guests and servants. The guests wearing various clothes looked smiling. When I came and went, the gifts seemed to be delivered to the house, and there were congratulations everywhere. In the southwest of the front yard, a stage was set up. It seemed that in the afternoon, the actors would sing on the stage.

Zhu Qingsheng saw a lot of guests. I guess Mr. Yu was busy with social engagements. He said that Mrs. Hua and Hua Nong were also entertaining guests. He couldn't help him even if he went there. He would only distract them. So he went to the stage to see. He was interested in storytelling and opera since he was a child. He just got a theater, or a wealthy family set up a stage to invite him. He was not familiar with it. Now he was just fulfilling his wish. He went back to see what they were doing.

Although Yu's mansion is in a small town, the mansion is very large. A small villa was specially set up for the actors to rest and put on makeup. When he walked over, he saw many people opening their voices, stances and stances, stunning martial artists, feminine little girls, smart literary chou... Among them, there were apprentices who were about the same age as him, dancing in circles in the courtyard.

When the actors saw him a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old coming over, they didn't take it seriously. They continued to practice each other. A disciple with a face-like appearance came forward and shouted: "Ha! What's the point of being in my mansion? Could it be that he was not upright and wanted to make a big fuss?"

This is because he treats himself as a thief in the play. Zhu Qingsheng couldn't help but feel funny. He remembered the clips of listening to the play in the past and sang and said half-singing: "The young general is merciful. I am a young man in front of the formation. I have important things to report to the old general~"

The little disciple glared and said, "You thief are so cunning. Don't you know that the old general is celebrating his birthday? I'll let you in, just let you harm him, and retreat!"

Zhu Qingsheng was stunned and then laughed. The little apprentice's name was straightforward and full of energy. He must be a famous actor who sang in the future. He smiled and said, "Since the young general speaks, I'll leave, leave." He wanted to turn around and leave, but the little apprentice suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder and pressed him to the spot.

The strength is quite good. If Zhu Qingsheng was not injured, it would be fine. But now he is seriously injured and has no strength in his body. He is pressed down on his shoulders and can no longer walk. He only heard the little disciple say, "You thief, this is a place where you can come and go when you want to go. I see that you will be uneasy and take me a punch."

Zhu Qingsheng felt a little strange. Why did this little disciple call him a "thief" and "not being kind-hearted"? He just came over to see him, but he didn't provoke him. Seeing him punching him, he lowered his head and hid. Before he could stand up, he heard the little disciple say, "What a good thief, he dares to fight back. He insists on teaching you a good lesson." He then pulled him into the bamboo forest next to him.

Seeing that he had no intention of hitting him, Zhu Qingsheng smiled and said, "The young general is extremely brave. The villain knows that he is wrong. It's time to let me go."

Unexpectedly, the little apprentice glanced around and said in a low voice: "Go and notify Mr. Yu, or the person in charge of the Yu family, and say that there are thieves who are going to murder the old man."
Chapter completed!