"Are you nervous?"
Qing Shui slowly hugged her waist from behind and said softly.
"Why am I nervous? Okay, I have to wash the dishes. You wait for me outside." Tantai Lingyan said softly without looking back.
Qing Shui let go of his hand after it was enough. He didn't know whether he was happy or depressed. He was happy that she didn't have an overreaction or rejection. What was depressing was that the other party didn't have an overreaction. She was like an ice cube that had lasted ten thousand years. It was really hard to melt her. It's very difficult.
Qing Shui stood there in a trance, and his face naturally showed signs of decadence and weakness. Although it was very small, it was still noticed by Tantai Lingyan. An indescribable feeling arose in her heart, and she reached out to touch it easily. Holding Qing Shui's head.
"Give me a little more time and be obedient. Haven't I changed enough in front of you?" Tantai Lingyan didn't know why she saw Qing Shui's expression and couldn't help but comfort him.
Qing Shui came back to his senses, with a happy smile on his face: "You still feel sorry for me, are you pretending to be the same?"
Although Qing Shui was not completely depressed before, just a little bit, he said this because he did not want to burden Tantai Lingyan. Naturally, Tantai Lingyan knew Qing Shui's intention and gently pushed him out of the kitchen.
As it was approaching noon, Qing Shui spent most of his time at home instructing others to practice, and studying his own martial arts, especially the current Jiuyang Dragon Soul, which had never experienced any battles with its sudden increase in strength. This made him A little itchy.
Sometimes I even think about killing a few of them blindly.
People came at noon, and Qing Shui was mentally prepared. After all, Second Young Master Hua had told himself before that people from the Great Confucian Dynasty would come to him in the next few days, so now that he saw these people coming, Qing Shui was not at all concerned. Not surprisingly.
But he didn't show it on his face, he looked at the four people who came seriously.
Two middle-aged men and two old men, dressed as scribes in white robes, exuded a strong scholarly air and a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness, but there was a hint of deep-rooted pedantry in this awe-inspiring righteousness.
This is a feeling. Perhaps this trace of pedantry is the indispensable breath of great Confucianism.
This is the feeling of Qing Shui, the feeling of his spiritual consciousness, because Qing Shui feels that even the most selfless people will have selfish motives. There was a saying in the past life, if people do not serve themselves, they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
Of course, there are also many people who sacrifice themselves for others, but after all, they are very few, and many of them have other reasons. In fact, in Qing Shui's view, there is no need to be truly selfless, because the requirements are too harsh, otherwise the saints would have been respected in the previous life. Such character.
Saints are legendary existences, and whether they even exist or not is hard to say whether they can live up to the legends.
Second Young Master Hua didn't come, and Qing Shui didn't think much about it. He hadn't completely cured Second Young Master Hua, so Second Young Master Hua wouldn't think about anything happening to him.
"You are Qing Shui."
The old man at the head has tough lines and a strong bookish air. The combination of bookish air and toughness is a perfect combination, giving him an indescribable temperament. His square eyebrows and upright eyes give people a sense of uprightness. He has a persistent and serious look. He is an old man who looks unsmiling but is very responsible. He lacks a little kindness and has a sense of everyone.
"I am Qing Shui. Why do you come to see me?" Qing Shui asked directly.
He didn't ask questions knowingly. Although he guessed why the other party was asking, there might be other reasons.
"We are from the Great Confucian Dynasty, and I am the Sword Slave. Others call me Sword Slave Old Man. We would like to ask you to treat someone, but we don't know if it is convenient." The old man directly revealed his identity.
However, Qing Shui felt that the other party wanted to use his status to suppress others. The name of Old Jian Slave was very special and he had never heard of it. However, Qing Shui saw the surprise on the faces of Lan Lingfeng and others. Obviously, this old Jian Slave was very famous.
The Imperial Dining Hall is now basically closed. Although Qing Shui has been treating Second Young Master Hua during this period, the Imperial Dining Hall has not opened its doors. But now the Great Confucian Dynasty is here to seek medical treatment and is not allowed to open the door, yet it comes to seek medical treatment. I don’t know if this is ironic or not.
"You have found the wrong person. I will no longer treat people." Qing Shui basically rejected him.
"Boy, we came to see you because we think highly of you. Why don't we give you a toast instead of a penalty drink?" The middle-aged man at the back of the four said after hearing Qing Shui's words, his tone was cold.
Qing Shui looked directly at this middle-aged man. This middle-aged man had a slender figure and a bookish air about him. However, compared to the old man, this man had a stronger aura of arrogance, just like the aura of someone who only had a good reputation in his previous life.
"Oh, what kind of punishment?"
Qing Shui saw that the others were silent. It seemed that the other party really didn't take Qing Shui seriously. Although his medical skills were famous, a doctor's strength would be much lower than that of a warrior. A powerful warrior's status was the highest.
"Well, I really don't know how high the sky is. Anyway, I will let you know what the gap is today. Arrogance requires capital."
The middle-aged man laughed disdainfully before walking towards Qing Shui.
Qing Shui stood there without moving, with a faint smile on his face, looking calmly at the middle-aged man walking over.
The middle-aged man seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact he was walking very fast and getting faster and faster. Then he reached out and grabbed Qing Shui.
The hand of a great scholar!
When grabbing Qing Shui, the palm of his hand turned bright snow white, and grew bigger and bigger, reaching the size of two adults as he grabbed towards Qing Shui.
Dragon capturer!
Qing Shui casually stretched out his hand to grab the big bright snow-white palm.
A loud dragon roar!
"You don't overestimate your capabilities!" When the middle-aged man saw Qing Shui take action, the disdain in his eyes became more and more intense, and his hand collided with Qing Shui's palm without any pause.
Snapped!
A beam of snow-white light exploded, followed by a loud scream.
Of course, it was not Qing Shui who screamed. The figure of the middle-aged man was knocked away. After landing, he saw that one of his palms had become like a piece of meat. The severe pain made the middle-aged man tremble all over, and his clothes were washed away. More than average.
With one move, Qing Shui completely destroyed the opponent's hand without even using his full strength.
It would be merciful not to kill him. The middle-aged man was rude from the beginning, but fortunately it wasn't too much, otherwise Qing Shui would have really wanted him to disappear completely.
The old man Sword Slave and the other two people looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. With one move, they knew very well the strength of the middle-aged man. A casual move made him look like this. You must know that the hand of the great Confucian contains holy power and power. Righteousness can attack evil ways many times, and even if it is not evil ways, it will have some bonuses.
"My hand, my hand is useless, I want you to die, I want you to die." The middle-aged man yelled crazily.