Quick Wear: The Daily Showmanship of the Face-Slapping Maniac

Chapter 525 Chapter 525 Respecting the Incense 35
"It hurts, it hurts, Junior Sister Mingyue, Junior Sister, it hurts..." Liu Feipeng (the middle-aged man Liu Ge who found fault) was so frightened that his face was contorted, but unexpectedly, after the silver needle fell, he felt a little bit nothing.

For a while, the wretched expression on his face hadn't changed, so he turned his head and asked in surprise, "Huh? Why doesn't it hurt at all?"

Mingyue ignored his question, just calmly dropped the second row of silver needles.

Originally, Liu Feipeng thought it would not hurt this time, so he was not prepared at all, but as soon as the row of silver needles fell, he felt as if he had been stung by countless bees in his heart, it was dense and sticky pain.

He jumped up from his seat at once, and howled loudly, "Oh, it hurts, it hurts, sister, help me, it hurts me to death!"

Mingyue frowned slightly, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a knock on the door.

She looked sideways, and the person who came was Lingfeng's disciple.

The disciple seemed to come here in a hurry, and his tone was breathless when he spoke: "Junior Sister Mingyue, Elder Song asked me to call you to the meeting hall, saying that I have something important to see you for."

"Okay, I'll go over right away, brother." Mingyue nodded in agreement, then looked at the silver needle on Liu Feipeng's body, her eyes were still somewhat confused.

The result of this experiment is still wrong, what is the problem?
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be painful, but should be stretched all over...

Forget it, let's go to Elder Song first!

Mingyue withdrew her thoughts, shook her head slightly, and quickly brushed the acupuncture points on Liu Feipeng's body, taking away many silver needles on his body.

She said in a flat tone: "I'll go out first, brother, according to the old rules, write down all your feelings just now, and we will discuss it when I come back."

At this moment, Liu Feipeng had already fallen to the ground, feeling as if his whole body had been pricked by thousands of silver needles. The pain had not yet completely passed, and the pain was so painful that his nose was full of tears, and he wished he could die immediately.

But after he vaguely heard Mingyue's words, he clenched his teeth and agreed: "I, I know, you go, go."

Mingyue nodded, turned around and left without hesitation.

Liu Feipeng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, lying motionless on the ground like a dead body.

After a long time, he suddenly turned over like a carp and got up, and went straight to the study to write notes, with an excited expression on his face.

In fact, when Liu Feipeng followed Mingyue at the beginning, he was very reluctant. He felt that this ordinary woman was only relying on Elder Song's small stove, so she was lucky enough to win him.

But as his time with Mingyue prolongs, his mentality is also slowly changing.

There is really a wall between ordinary people and geniuses. Liu Feipeng has the aptitude of an ordinary person. Facing Mingyue who knows everything and can draw inferences from one example, he finds that he can only look up to him.

It took him more than 20 years to learn the hand rejuvenation technique, and Mingyue surpassed him after learning it for more than two years.

Moreover, when Mingyue was learning the Miaoshou Rejuvenation Technique, she also studied the Yin-Yang Jishi Needle at the same time.

Facing her behavior, Liu Feipeng can only describe it in one sentence: monster, terrible monster.

Although she regards him as a test subject for needle injection, the benefits of being by her side are also obvious.

He Mingyue seems to hold a grudge, as if she is treating him as an experiment, deliberately torturing him and punishing him, even the disciples outside feel that she is scary and very narrow-minded.

But in fact, Liu Feipeng has already noticed that He Mingyue is indeed very purposeful, but she doesn't hold grudges at all, and she never thought of deliberately taking revenge on him. She only has one purpose for injecting him, and that is to improve her own personality. Stitch.

She is the kind of person who does her best to only move in one direction, as if no matter what happens along the way, she can't interfere with her initial decision, and she will always go on unswervingly.

That's why Liu Feipeng started from stealing lessons from the beginning, and later asked openly and honestly, and even now he can discuss with her.

Of course, most of the time he was the one who was trampled by Mingyue on the ground, but he had to admit that his progress was also rapid.

He couldn't help adoring her, and even regarded her as his faith...

This bright moon followed her disciples to the meeting hall. Many disciples of the Qihuangmen along the way saw her and subconsciously avoided the side, looking at her like looking at a plague god.

This is Mingyue's fourth year at Qihuangmen. Because of her extraordinary talent, she learns quickly and skillfully, and now she has become a shadow in the hearts of all Qihuangmen disciples.

Now no matter which master is giving a lecture, it is inevitable that Mingyue will be mentioned, and then Mingyue will be compared with other disciples, and those disciples will be criticized as useless, and their self-confidence will be shattered.

In the beginning, there were some disciples who were unwilling to find fault, but after every competition, they were undoubtedly the ones who lost, and gradually they stopped seeking humiliation.

But for this kind of genius, everyone will still subconsciously stay away.

As the saying goes, if they can't provoke, can't they hide?
This also led to the fact that even though Mingyue had been at Qihuangmen for nearly four years, except for Elder Song and Liu Feipeng who could talk to her, everyone else was not very familiar with her.

But Mingyue didn't care, anyway, she didn't think about staying in Qihuangmen forever.

No, the moment Mingyue saw Fengmian in the meeting hall, Mingyue knew it was time to leave.

Although Fengmian couldn't see it, when Mingyue appeared at the entrance of the meeting hall, he had already put down the teacup in his hand, looked towards Mingyue, and greeted with a smile:
"Miss Yue, stay safe and sound!"

Mingyue stepped into the meeting hall with a soft expression: "Don't come here without any problems."

This was the first time the two met in these years, and I heard that Feng Mian had been recovering from his injuries.

Judging from Feng Mian's current appearance, it can indeed be seen that he has suffered a catastrophe before. His originally handsome and youthful face is now a bit old, and even his temples have white hair.

"The purpose of my visit today, the girl must be clear..." Feng Mian just said this, but was interrupted by Elder Song in an irritable tone.

Elder Song had a look of reluctance on his face: "Brother Feng, didn't you come a little early? It's only been more than three years, ten years is still a long time away!"

Feng Mian lifted the teacup and took a sip of the tea in the porcelain cup, he didn't care even if he got the tea stem, he just swallowed it whole.

When Elder Song became more and more impatient, he said slowly: "Miss Yue must have learned the Qihuang technique very well, otherwise Little Lingdang would not be so reluctant to let you go with me."

Mingyue smiled, but she was not self-effacing: "It should be pretty good, although there are still some things I don't understand, but Elder Song also said that she can't teach me any more, and the rest can only be understood by myself. "

Feng Mian was taken aback for a moment, then clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "That's very good, how about Miss Yue going to the Heaven's Gate with me today?"

Elder Song couldn't help but glared at Feng Mian, but when she thought that she really had nothing to teach Ming Yue, she was both regretful and proud.

Elder Song had never met someone as intelligent as Mingyue, and after meeting her, she felt that she should be so.

He is the savior after all!

(End of this chapter)