Female President's Bodyguard

Xu Qing fell on the bed, sniffed lightly, and there was still the unique body fragrance of An Ya's body in the bedding, not strong, but not weak.

"This girl really didn't treat me as an outsider. I sent all the quilts that were close to my body for me to cover."

This night, smelling the residual body fragrance of Anya, Xu Qing slept extraordinarily soundly, as if all her troubles were blocked out by this gentle bed.

Early the next morning, Anya got up early and made breakfast before waking Xu Qing up.

What Xu Qing didn't expect was that Anya took the initiative to help him tidy up the bedding, as if a gentle wife was taking care of her husband.

Xu Qing stuck out her tongue in shock, and quickly pretended not to see it.

The two of them had breakfast together, and after Xu Qing sent Anya to Qingya Group, he drove to see Elder Wei alone.

It happened that Ziqing was also at home, so Xu Qing told the two about the incident in southern Yunnan, and sighed: "Unfortunately, there are still no important clues, and now I feel more and more that the death of my parents back then may be related to a huge conspiracy .”

Elder Wei shook the recliner and comforted him:
"Don't worry too much, things will eventually come to light. It's just a matter of time."

"Besides, it's something that happened before you were born. It's not bad to be able to investigate this far."

Although what Old Wei said was reasonable, it still couldn't solve Xu Qing's distress.

Elder Wei had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"It just so happens that the Taoist Nianyun of the Cishan Temple I mentioned earlier is preaching in Beihai these days."

"You might as well go back to Guanli with him to live for a while, and make friends with people from the Jianghu by the way, maybe you can find some clues."

Hearing Wei Lao's proposal, Xu Qing raised his head in a daze, and his thoughts moved.

Elder Wei once said before that in the millennium of China, there are more than tens of thousands of martial arts skills passed down.

At first Xu Qing didn't take it to heart, but after fighting with Song Qi, Han Jiangsheng, Yuan Batian and others, he has completely approved of this sentence.

Although the methods used by Han Jiangsheng and others were commonplace, the strangeness of the moves still opened Xu Qing's eyes.

If it really comes to the scene of the National Martial Arts Ranking Conference, those hidden old monsters will collectively mobilize, how can they win with their own strength?

Not to mention, he also issued a challenge to Shanshu Cangxiong, who is a master of many martial arts sects in China.

If you can really follow Daoist Nianyun, have a good practice, and improve your own strength, it will be a good idea.

At the same time, Daoist Nianyun also has some qualifications in the Jianghu. Through his circle of contacts, he may really be able to find some clues.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing said with a bitter smile: "I never imagined that I, a prodigal son, would go to the quiet place of the Taoist temple to practice."

Elder Wei waved his hand, expressing his disapproval:

"In this world, ordinary people are a kind of life, and the world of martial arts is another kind of life."

"Look at the world of ordinary people, there are still undercurrents and people's hearts are unpredictable; let alone the world of martial artists."

"In the rivers and lakes where martial arts are respected and strength is the leader, it is not as peaceful as the city."

Xu Qing nodded, and then asked again: "But what about my actions at Beihai University? Is there anyone protecting Ma Xi?"

"You don't have to worry about this. It just so happens that Beihai University has an exchange program with a foreign university recently, and you can leave the campus in this name."

"As for Ma Xi, don't forget, there is me." Yu Ziqing's words dispelled Xu Qing's last worries.

Anya, Sister Lan and the others are protected by members of the Vajra Sect; Ma Xi and the others at the school are taken care of by Yu Ziqing.

In this way, Xu Qing can completely put aside all worries, and practice with Taoist Nianyun for a period of time with peace of mind.

Seeing that Xu Qing had made up his mind, Elder Wei laughed slowly and said:

"The Ciyun Temple is said to be a temple, but because Daoist Nianyun is a free and easy person, it is different from the authentic Taoist quiet place. You will know when you go."

"Besides, Ciyun Mountain is only an hour's drive away from Beihai City. As long as Daoist Nianyun agrees, you can come down the mountain to play at any time."

"I'll call Daoist Nianyun in a while, and ask him to come and sit with me sometime. You just happen to meet him."

In this way, Xu Qing stayed in Wei's mansion until the evening, and just said goodbye to Mr. Wei, and rushed to the passing bar alone, intending to have a drink first, so as not to want to drink later, and have to ask for leave with someone.

When I arrived at the passing bar, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, which was the time when there were the most customers.

Xu Qing saw that Liu Ziyuan was patrolling the venue with people, and he didn't want to affect their work, so he ordered a glass of wine and sat alone in the corner.

Liu Ziyuan was resting in the hospital since he was wounded last time, and when he learned that Xu Qing's "Master Xu" was getting more and more famous in Jiangsu province, this kid decisively left the hospital ahead of schedule and returned to work with injuries.

His purpose of doing this was obvious, he wanted to get Master Xu's appreciation through his hard work, and he wanted to hug this thick leg tightly.

Now, Liu Ziyuan's title of "Little Prince of the Night Market" has indeed risen with the title of "Master Xu" in Beihai City, and the general gangsters have to politely call "Master Liu" when they see him.

The business of the bar is now much better than before. Some people come here because of the prestige that "Master Xu" once established here, and some people come here because of the atmosphere of a "passer-by bar".

Different from those dirty places outside, Sister Rong, Liu Ziyuan and the others knew that Xu Qing hated those things that bully others, especially things that hurt little girls, after they had been in contact with Xu Qing for a long time.

Therefore, the "Passing Passenger Bar" is the most sensitive to such dirty things. Anyone who dares to do nasty things here will be beaten out by the security guards as soon as they are discovered.

The current passer-by bar has become the favorite place for those little girls to come to. After all, you don't have to worry about being taken away forcibly, or doing things with people in a daze after getting drunk and unconscious.

There are too many little girls, and the men flock in in order to feast their eyes and find romance, and the business is so good.

However, tonight, the passing bar was a bit uneasy.

In the private seat next to Xu Qing, there were seven or eight rich young people, surrounded by a young man with a thin figure and an ordinary face.

After Xu Qing sat down, he noticed them at first sight, especially attracted by that young man.

The young man looked about 23 or [-] years old, and his body was thin and pitiful, but his eyes were full of energy, and his temples on both sides were slightly bulging outwards. At a glance, he looked extraordinarily energetic.

The seven or eight rich young men seemed to fear and admire this person extremely, and they were extremely polite when they spoke and toasted.

"Brother Zhu, when are you going back to Beihai? My buddy misses you so much."

"Yes, Brother Zhu, you have to come back early to support the brothers. Now, Young Master Ma, Young Master Chu, and Young Master Wang are all gone, and our days are very miserable."

"Yes, yes, yes! When Ma Shao was here, our group was so beautiful. Which little girl would dare not let us play?"

The young man called "Brother Zhu", who lived up to his name and had a down-to-earth temperament, formed a huge contrast with the eight well-dressed and graceful young men next to him.

Hearing everyone's flattery, Brother Zhu took Kuo Shao's glass and drank it all in one gulp. It took less than a dozen seconds for him to down all eight glasses of wine in one gulp.

This kind of drinking method, replaced by ordinary people, would have already drunk and lay down.

But not only did Brother Zhu not show any discomfort, but he drank more and more vigorously, grabbed a bottle of freshly opened red wine on the table, and drank it upside down.

Looking at it like this, it's like having been addicted to alcohol for more than ten years and finally seeing alcohol.

"Okay! Brother Zhu is really huge. With your strength, can that guy named Xu still have his turn?"

Brother Zhu threw the wine bottle onto the sofa with a clatter, wiped his mouth and smiled triumphantly, but still didn't speak. After looking around wildly with his eyes the size of soybeans, he settled on a girl on the dance floor.