Chapter 85

Qiu Family Courtyard.

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

"Young Master! Youth Master save me!"

After seeing Jiang Ping, Qiu Ba seemed to have seen a savior and shouted for help.

I saw Qiu Daoyu covering Qiu Ba's head with one hand, firmly controlling him in place, and his other hand was like a big brush, using Qiu Ba's body as a scroll, splashing ink, and his posture was elegant, with a scholarly style.

As Qiu Daoyu's palm moved, Qiu Ba was like a ball, constantly increasing, shrinking, and seemed to explode at any time.

Every time this time, you can hear Qiu Ba screaming directly into the depths of his soul.

"Save...save me..."

Jiang Ping looked up at the sky.

Well, the weather is pretty good today.

When the scream turns into a low roar, it turns into an intermittent and dumb breathing.

Qiu Daoyu finally let go of Qiu Ba.

I saw Qiu Daoyu let go, then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and for a moment I forgot about everything.

Qiu Ba sat down and then fell directly to the ground, forming a big character, and his whole body instantly felt like a spring of sweat. In a short while, a figure was printed on the ground.

Qiu Ba stared at the sky with his eyes blankly, and a drop of sad tears ruthlessly passed by.

What kind of life are you living every day?!

"Okay, why don't you get up quickly."

Jiang Ping gently kicked Qiu Ba with his feet.

Qiu Balai was on the ground and muttered:

"I can't afford it, I can't afford it, I won't afford it even if I beat it to death!"

"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 met him.

"Young Master!"

Qiu Ba looked at Jiang Ping with grievance:

"You lied to me again!"

Jiang Ping took a picture of him angrily:

"If this is the case, when will you get up? Just a little bit of pain, you can't stand it anymore. I wonder how many people want to change with you, and they can't even ask for it.

You, after only a few good days, you are in the blessed world and you are not blessed."

Qiu Daoyu was naturally not beating his son in a variety of ways, but was using precious innate true energy to cleanse his son's marrow, but he was just a bit rough.

Jiang Ping looked at it and was so envious.

If it weren't for the only little shame that stopped him, he would have wanted to call him dad, and it would be great to cleanse him.

Although Qiu Daoyu said that she didn't want her son to be involved in the grudges of the previous generation and did not want him to practice martial arts, the treatment her own son should have was quite good.

Qiu Ba is too old and has a fixed root and bone shape, so Qiu Daoyu would rather damage his vitality than use the precious innate true energy to cleanse his son's marrow.

The innate true qi is a master-level warrior who opens the heavenly gate, hooks up the qi meridians, returns to the innate nature, and extracts it from his own essence, energy and spirit.

Only a martial arts great circle can extract a trace of innate true qi and store it in the Qi and meridians. It is generally the trump card of Grandmaster Gao Duan. It can not only be used for combat, but also heal wounds, warm and nourish magic weapons, catalytic skills, and has endless wonderful uses.

Qiu Daoyu did this for Qiu Ba, and his strength could not improve at least half a year.

Therefore, unless you are closest relatives, ordinary masters will not waste their innate true energy.

Although Qiu Bajing's battle is still not as good as those geniuses, it is definitely much better than ordinary people.

Especially after the Yi Jing was washed away, the threshold for Qiu Ba to reach the warrior was basically smoothed. If you work a little harder, you will become a first-class warrior.

Qiu Ba was not an ungrateful person. He touched the back of his head and muttered:

"But it hurts a little too much. I feel that Lingchi is almost done."

"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 weak person?"

Anyway, he wasn't suffering, so Jiang Ping poured toxic chicken soup on Qiu Ba as if he didn't want money.

Qiu Ba touched his newly healed arm and focused his head at Jiang Ping:

"Young Master, I understand! I want to be a strong man!"

As the saying goes, it is said that it will hurt your muscles for a hundred days, but who told Qiu Ba that he had a young man who was not short of money, used the best medicinal materials, and also a master's father. He used the internal temperature to nourish his bones and promote healing. In just over a month, he was so happy.

Otherwise, Qiu Daoyu would not be able to cleanse his Yijing.

"By the way, young master, someone sent a letter to you just now."

Qiu Ba 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. I said someone gave him a bunch of candied haws and asked him to send them."

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

This plot is so familiar!

Be more stable.

Jiang Ping threw the envelope, then pissed his internal air, and the palm wind blew through it, directly blowing the envelope, without hurting the slightest part of it.

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

I saw a snow-white letter paper falling on the ground, next to it was fragments of the envelope exploded, nothing happened, and it further set off Qiu Ba's confused face. The scene was once very awkward.

Qiu Ba asked in confusion:

"Is there any problem with the young master?"

"Ahem..."

Jiang Ping coughed a few times and adjusted his emotions naturally:

"Little starling, I'm going to tell you about my experience in the world. Don't open the letters sent by strangers at will. Who knows if there are poisons hidden inside?

When walking in the world, the most important thing is to be stable.

How many masters have fallen on a small hidden weapon. We must be careful of the lessons from the past."

"But... Dad has opened this letter and read it."

Qiu Ba said.

Jiang Ping: "..."

"This is a letter to me. Who asked him to tear it down?!"

Jiang Ping was angry and embarrassed.

Qiu Ba said naturally: "But after we opened it, we realized that it was for the young master. The child who delivered the letter did not say who it was for."

Jiang Ping couldn't speak.

He picked up the letter angrily. Since Qiu Daoyu had read it, he seemed a little stupid if he was careful and he was careful.

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

Seeing this, Qiu Ba asked, "Young Master, who wrote you a letter? It's mysterious. I don't look like a serious person."

"Didn't you watch it?"

"Well, Dad, I didn't."

"I'm a good friend of mine, well, a very good friend."

Jiang Ping remembered that moonlit night, and the conversation appeared in his mind. It was obvious that a few months had passed, but it seemed like a long time.

"If... I said, what would you do if Ye Yulou found out that I betrayed the organization and sent you to chase me?"

"I will kill you!"

Damn!

I knew that I was so handsome, how could you bear to kill me?

Deathly arrogant!

Qiu Ba next to him saw that Jiang Ping did not speak for a long time, and the emotions on his face were particularly complicated, so he couldn't help but be curious. He secretly swept the light and saw eight big words written like silver hooks and iron paintings on the snow-white letter paper:

Wuxie is dead, goodbye to the world!
Chapter completed!