Chapter 18 Internal Qi! Old Feng Beheads
Chapter 18 Internal Qi! Old Feng Beheads
Qin Shuang did not go to find Feng Ping to rejoin the team, but instead returned directly to Yangzhou on the ship.
The Song family’s large ship went upstream.
Qin Shuang was standing in horse stance in the room, practicing the mountain-pushing qigong. When he saw Yangzhou city from afar, the panel in his mind shook.
[Skills: Pushing Mountain Qigong (Beginner)]
【Progress: 1/500】
[Effects: Long-lasting internal energy, strong power in fists and palms, longevity! ]
at the same time.
Qin Shuang's Dantian shook, and a fist-sized airflow emitting a powerful aura suddenly appeared in his Dantian and swirled around. At the same time, his mind was filled with more experiences about practicing Tuishan Qigong!
this moment.
Qin Shuang felt as if he had been practicing Tuishan Qigong for three or four years!
Qin Shuang's consciousness moved, and he tried to control the airflow. He found that the airflow could actually transform into small snakes according to his thoughts, and wander through the meridians of the whole body. It was as easy as controlling one's arm, which was extremely convenient!
Especially, it can be transferred to the palm of your hand!
He felt that the power of his palms had increased several times, and with the support of internal force, his attack power was even stronger!
"Yes, the nine days of hard work have not been in vain!"
"I have finally mastered the Push Mountain Qigong!"
"The internal force is just beginning to form!"
Qin Shuang looked at the panel with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
On the second day of sailing to Danyang with the Qianlong Society's ship, his Tuishan Qigong appeared on the panel. After that, he practiced Tuishan Qigong whenever he had time. Finally, when he was about to arrive in Yangzhou, he stepped into the 'entry' realm from the 'non-entry' realm.
"I don't know, how powerful is the flying knife blessed by the Pushing Mountain Qigong?"
There was anticipation in Qin Shuang's eyes.
This morning.
Yangzhou.
North City Pier.
Qin Shuang took the ride back to Yangzhou on the boat of Song Shidao and his sister, which saved him a lot of time.
He walked out of the cabin and said goodbye to Master Song.
"Brother Qin, we will meet again in the martial arts world!"
Song Shidao bowed to Qin Shuang and said goodbye. The Song clan's large ship was docked at the pier. The brother and sister were here to handle gang affairs in Lingnan. After arriving in Yangzhou, they would stay for a while and then return.
"See you again in the Jianghu!"
Qin Shuang also bowed to Song Shidao, said goodbye to the Song brothers and sisters, and rushed to the tile-roofed house he bought in the north of the city.
"Yun'er!"
When Qin Shuang rushed home, Yun'er was in the living room sewing a green robe with needle and thread. When she heard Qin Shuang's voice, she looked up in surprise, then put down the needle and thread and threw herself into Qin Shuang's arms.
"Husband, you're finally back! I was so worried!"
Luo Yun'er held Qin Shuang tightly with her bare hands, as if she was afraid that he would run away!
"Am I back now?"
Qin Shuang pecked Yun'er on her smooth forehead and said with a smile, "Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my Yun'er looks even more beautiful!"
"Where's the water? Hmm."
Yun'er said this coquettishly, but before she could finish her words, the door of the tile-roofed house was closed.
More than an hour later.
Yun'er's pretty face flushed as she nestled in Qin Shuang's arms, her beautiful eyes slightly worried, and she said, "My husband, I heard a piece of news yesterday that a chef summoned from Yangzhou was beheaded for attempting to poison the emperor. Some people said it was Old Feng. Is that true?"
"Who did you listen to?"
When Qin Shuang heard this, he was suddenly moved. He was afraid that it was really that beast Old Feng. It would be better for him to die!
"I heard it when I went out to buy groceries this morning."
Yun'er squeezed into Qin Shuang's arms and pressed her legs against Qin Shuang's dantian. Little Qin Shuang suddenly became irritable.
"Husband, you've been traveling so hard, you shouldn't work too hard. Besides, it's broad daylight now. I'll make you some broth." "What kind of broth? There are more nutritious ones!"
Afternoon, one o'clock.
Luo Yun'er was in the kitchen stewing carrot and meat soup. Qin Shuang came up behind her, put his arms around her slender waist, and said, "Yun'er, I'll go find out if that beast Old Feng was beheaded."
"Okay, go ahead. Be safe and I'll have carrot and meat soup when you come back!"
Luo Yun'er held the blanched piece of meat, stood on tiptoe, kissed Qin Shuang affectionately, and said.
Sister Zhen had helped the two men a lot in the past. If Old Feng was really beheaded, then Chang Yun from the Bamboo Flower Gang would definitely have no scruples and would take Sister Zhen into his room.
Now, she and her husband have bought a house in North City, so that Sister Zhen will have a place to stay when she comes to North City.
"Ah."
Qin Shuang nodded and was about to leave when Luo Yuner reached out and wiped her hands on her apron, went to the room and took out a green outer robe, and called Qin Shuang. "Husband, wait, look at your clothes!"
"Oh?"
Qin Shuang took the robe and felt it was quite solid and a bit heavy.
Qin Shuang put on the green outer robe and saw three rows of small pouches on each side of the lining, five in each row, just enough to hang 30 throwing knives. It was very convenient to take the throwing knives, and he was very satisfied!
"Mr. sir, how do you do?"
Luo Yun'er looked at Qin Shuang with her beautiful eyes, feeling a little nervous. She didn't know whether her husband would like it if she sewed it this way.
"Yun'er is really clever! Very convenient!"
Qin Shuang praised repeatedly.
With 30 throwing knives, it is so convenient and I am more confident in fighting the enemy.
"You jinx! What are you still doing here? Get out of here!"
"It has tarnished the Feng Shui of my Feng family!"
"If it weren't for you, how could the boss have gotten into trouble?!"
South Gate Street.
At the food stall, the door of Lao Feng's steamed bun shop was crowded with people. At the door of the noodle stall, a lady with a ferocious face was pushing a slim and pretty woman out, cursing at her as she pushed her out, and her curses were very vicious.
While cursing, she threw out a Cuihua bag!
At this time, the pretty girl, with a dull look in her eyes, silently picked up Cuihua's package and walked to the end of the long street with heavy footsteps.
"This old Feng is so ungrateful! He could have just sold his buns properly, but he insisted on running to the palace to seek greater wealth and fame. Now look what he has done! His family has been destroyed!"
"Brother, Feng Qiang is so famous. If the palace wants you to go, can you refuse?!"
"This wife is really a piece of shit. She called these people from her natal family to smash the shop and kicked Sister Zhen out of the house. How is Sister Zhen supposed to live?!"
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They were all pointing and talking.
"It really is Old Feng who was beheaded!"
Qin Shuang stood in the crowd with his brows deeply furrowed.
Old Feng is a bastard. He withholds wages and is stingy. He deserves to die!
but.
But Sister Zhen is innocent. At the beginning, she and Yun'er had no money, and Sister Zhen gave them buns and meat and took good care of them. Looking at Sister Zhen's current state, she might have nowhere to go.
"Forget it, take Sister Zhen back!"
Qin Shuang carried a bamboo basket and chased after Sister Zhen.
He was worried that he would be recognized by the Zhuhua Gang, so when he came, he put on a green robe over his Feidao robe, wore a black hat on his head, and carried a pair of bamboo baskets filled with vegetables, just like a vegetable vendor.
Mrs. Zhen staggered all the way to the north of the city, with Qin Shuang following far behind.
Just when Sister Zhen was five miles away from the bun shop, a slightly plump woman holding a big red brocade and wearing a red flower on her head blocked Sister Zhen's way. The big red brocade waved at Sister Zhen and looked at her as if she saw silver. "Sister Zhen, you have been kicked out by the eldest wife of the Feng family and have nowhere to go. How about I introduce you to a good family?"
(End of this chapter)