My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Seeing that the wound was almost healed, Jiang He stopped, stood up, continued to hold her little hand, and asked with a smile.

The little girl quietly withdrew her gaze and continued to stare at her toes, being led by Jiang He step by step.

She didn't say anything, but Jiang He felt relieved when he saw her return to her normal pace.

It is so pleasant to walk along the street holding Jiner's little hand.

But Jiang He wished he could fly to Song Sheng's house. He couldn't hold the little girl in his arms now, and it was not easy to fly directly there on his sword.

Holding her hand, she had to walk slowly, but Jin'er sat still all year round.

How could her short legs withstand such exercise?

Now her tired little mouth was gasping for breath, her hair was covered with beads of sweat, and she walked unsteadily. Jiang He was worried about her, afraid that she would fall to the ground.

The distance walked on this day is equivalent to the distance Jiner has walked in the past five or six years.

Jiang He didn't feel relieved until he saw Song Sheng's base.

The man in the stronghold was the same man that Jiang He and Song Sheng had met before.

He looked alert and frowned as he welcomed Jiang He in.

"I came here this time to look for your leader, Song Sheng."

Jiang He went straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.

If you want to attract the Holy Son Yuehua to the Long Mansion, it is not a difficult task.

He knew the personality and habits of the Moonlight Saint, and with just a little trickery, he had a 40% chance of luring him to the Long Mansion.

A 40% chance of success may not seem safe enough, but this is just an attempt by Jiang He, and it is enough.

The man did not answer him immediately. He thought for a while and then said:

"Since Brother Song can bring you here, it proves that you can be trusted. Please wait a moment, I will go and inform him."

After that, there was no further greeting.

He pushed the door open and left, wearing a bamboo hat.

It seems that Song Sheng is very trusted by these people, but the current Taiping Society is not as cautious as it will be in the future.

What if the monk disguised himself as him, wouldn’t it be easy to lure Song Sheng over?

However, the Taiping Society during this period was still in its infancy. It was an organization established for self-protection, and there were no monks who had the time to cause trouble for them.

"Jin'er, sit down."

Jiang He looked around. This was a bookstore, which should be the man's business.

Even if you join the Taiping Society, you still have to earn money to support your family.

However, it is an extraordinary period now, and businesses such as bookstores are experiencing a downturn in business.

The little girl's legs were wrapped in white socks and she was shaking with exhaustion, but she still stood there stubbornly.

He refused to sit on the chair next to him.

It's not that she is still angry. This child has always been like this, lacking initiative, just like a soulless doll.

He had been feeling better these days, but after the beating just now, he returned to his old state.

Jiang He gently supported her waist and put her on a chair beside him.

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the beads of sweat off her face:

"You must be tired, Jin'er. How about exercising with Master in the future? Master will teach you the art of body building."

Jin'er's health had never been very good, and she had been tortured by sword energy for nearly four years. Even with the treatment of the Resurrection Wrap, her physical condition was still very poor.

Given this girl's personality, she wouldn't have looked so tired unless she was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang He also got used to her silence, and held the sole of her shoe with his right hand and took it off.

Her feet are so small and delicate that they can be held in one hand.

Wrapped in white socks that reach below the knees, a bit like the calf socks in the previous life.

She was wearing an elegant floral dress, which matched the white socks very well, making her look pure and cute.

Jin'er's knees are white and shiny, with a hint of red.

They are slightly close together.

Jiang He withdrew her gaze. Although her face was expressionless, she did not show any resistance.

But the toes were curled up nervously.

"You must be tired after walking all day. Master will massage your feet for you."

Jiang He didn't have any strange emotions in his heart, or rather, he always treated Jin'er as a child.

Although she also exudes a charm that attracts him, this charm is different from the one Bai Minxin brings to him.

It would only make him love her more, especially after what happened at the clothing store.

Jiang He slowly stretched out Jiner's curled toes.

Her white socks were a little wet with sweat. If they were ordinary white socks, Jiang He would have taken them off.

But it almost extends to the knees. If she takes it off, Jin'er will probably be very shy.

Jiang He rubbed it gently, stretching it with his spiritual energy from time to time.

Jin'er snorted softly, her eyebrows unconsciously frowned, and then quickly relaxed.

Just from walking a short distance, her feet were covered with blisters.

No wonder the girl walked slower and slower before, it was almost Jiang He who pulled her along.

"Jin'er, can you let Master carry you back later?"

Jiang He's hand movements channeled spiritual power more carefully and seriously than when he drew talismans before.

he asked cautiously.

The little girl's knees were pressed together more and more, her hands quietly grasped the armrests, half leaned on the back of the chair, and her body slightly tilted back.

It looked like her feet were really painful. Even with Jiang He massaging them so gently, she looked very uncomfortable.

But his little face was still expressionless, and his dark pupils were staring blankly into the void.

This little girl's father started playing nine-ball.

Jiang He put aside his dignity as a master. If he didn't convince Jin'er, Jin'er would probably have to walk back the same way with her short legs.

He didn't want Jin'er to suffer any more, so he continued in a low voice:

"Master wants to hug Jin'er, really wants to hug Jin'er. Just fulfill Master's wish."

As he spoke, his face turned red and he didn't dare to look at the expression on Jiner's face.

Staring at her little feet, rubbing them gently.

"grown ups."

Song Sheng's voice, which had been a little excited, suddenly became cautious.

As soon as he came in, he heard Jiang He say this. Song Sheng could only see Jiang He's back. He was kneeling on one knee, and there seemed to be a little girl in front of him?

Song Sheng looked strange. How could this seemingly calm and powerful monk be so humble to his disciple in private?

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Chapter 141 The Waves Rise

When the little girl heard other people's words, her delicate feet subconsciously retracted.

Jiang He held it gently and shook his head at Jin'er, indicating that he didn't need it.

Only then did he see Jin'er's expression clearly, and even he, an old man, felt a little embarrassed by what he had just said.

What's more, Jin'er is still a little girl.

The seemingly lifeless black pupils would sometimes glance at him inadvertently.

Before, she wouldn't even look at him.

Her earlobes were flushed, perhaps because of his behavior or the presence of outsiders.

Her toes were still nervously clasping Jiang He's palms, until Jiang He used his body to completely block Song Sheng's sight, and then she relaxed.

This girl is so shy.

Her petite body was already covered tightly by herself, and Song Sheng could only see her small hands holding the handrails, which was so embarrassing.

Jiang He remained calm, grabbed her two delicate feet and held them in his arms.

Pinching her calves through her white socks.

Her calves were slender and warm, and even through a layer of white socks, I could feel her slightly stiff muscles.

Jiang He stretched her muscles and said without turning her head:

"Song Sheng, my apprentice's foot is injured. Please help her get treatment. I can only speak to you in such a rude way."

He knew that this behavior was not polite. He asked others to do something for him, but he just did his own thing without even looking at Song Sheng.

but

Is Song Sheng's feelings any more important than his disciple's?

"Don't worry, sir. What do you want me to do? I will do my best!"

Song Sheng bowed his head respectfully and bowed.

rude?

On the contrary, he thought that this monk was very polite.

If it were someone else, they would not even bother explaining to him. Instead, they might just capture him and force him to do things for them.

In the eyes of monks, mortals are worse than ants.

After all, no cultivator would have nothing to do but torture ants, but there are many evil cultivators who would kill people and destroy cities at will.

If it weren't for the strong reproductive ability of the human race, and the fact that the world of cultivation is vast and rich in resources, it would be difficult and rampant for them to grow in this land.

Otherwise, the human race would have perished at the hands of their own people long ago.

Jiang He pondered for a moment, rubbed Jin'er's knees, and asked:

"Do you know the chief clerk of Shangqing County?"

"Yes, the chief clerk of Shangqing County is named Longli. According to rumors, a lost illegitimate child has recently returned home."

Song Sheng replied without hesitation.

Song Sheng can be regarded as a local bully in Shangqing County. If even he doesn't know something, the newly arrived Qingyang Immortal Sect probably doesn't know it either.

Thinking of this, Jiang He couldn't let go of playing with Jin Er's knees and continued to ask:

"Long Li, I heard it has something to do with Yue Hua Sheng Zi. Have you heard about this matter?"

“I have never heard of it.”

Song Sheng hesitated for a moment, racking his brains.

This little girl actually kicked her master.

Jiang He looked at Jin'er with a dark face.

She looked flustered for a moment, her knees tightly clamped Jiang He's hands, and one of her little feet kicked him in the face.

The sole of her foot was pressed tightly against his nose.

With a faint smell of milk, although Jin'er had sweated a lot before, her sweat did not smell bad. Instead, it was similar to her body odor.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes flickering as she looked at Jiang He, as frightened as a deer.

Jiang He put her little feet back in his arms. The girl didn't kick him on purpose.