He teased me very much when he was treating illnesses [Quick Transmigration]

The life in Qianhe Palace can't be said to be bad, except that there is no personal freedom, and the servant behind him is still a cold-blooded killer wearing a mask. Tang Song can't let go of anything.

I'm afraid that before meeting Fu Dongxin, people will find out that the person in this body is not the original Jiang Wenrui. It would be a good thing to be chopped off by a knife. If he is hung up for torture, let him explain where the original Jiang Wenrui went. What should I say?

Jiang Xiao ordered him to stay in the palace and was not allowed to go out, so he could only stay in this huge cult main altar, not daring to go beyond it. Extraordinarily well-behaved and obedient.

Whatever Jiang Xiao said to him, he answered with a low eyebrow and a soft voice.

"I told Han Qing and told him to watch you practice. From tomorrow onwards, whenever you have practiced Luo Huang Gong to the fourth level, I will let you out."

You Hanqing is the right protector of this cult, and he speaks surprisingly little, except for saying a few words to Jiang Xiao, he even ignores Jiang Wenrui and Zuo Changfeng, and doesn't give any face, the Shura mask on his face And the wrist knife on his arm makes him look like a Rakshasa.

At this moment, standing straight behind Jiang Xiao, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

Apart from Jiang Xiao, Tang Song is most afraid of him.

"Father..." In order not to let himself live in dire straits, Tang Song imitated the original owner and walked up to Jiang Xiao, pinching the latter's cuff and shaking: "Can you let Guardian Zuo teach me?"

Jiang Xiao looked at him coldly: "Why? Do you like Zuo Changfeng?"

Ever since he found out about Jiang Wenrui's affair with Xiaoyao Villa, Jiang Xiao would become suspicious whenever he saw Tang Song walk in with any man.

Tang Song shuddered when he saw him, and hurriedly denied: "How is it possible! I, I just think that the right protector..."

What do you think of him? Tang Song secretly glanced at You Hanqing who was standing behind Jiang Xiao. It is not good to speak ill of others behind his back, but it seems not good to speak ill of him in front of himself?

"Han Qing's martial arts is better than Chang Feng's, so I don't worry if he teaches you." Jiang Xiao waved his hand and confirmed Tang Song's master.

"Okay." Tang Song lowered his hand pinching Jiang Xiao's cuff, and the dejected look made Jiang Xiao feel unbearable.

He rubbed the top of Tang Song's limp head: "Don't worry, Han Qing is not that scary."

Tang Song had no choice but to answer: "Yes."

He only listens to you, so of course you are not afraid of it.

Tang Song has the internal power of the original owner in his body, but the problem is that he doesn't know how to use it at all.

A long time ago, country Z did have this kind of miraculous kung fu, but it didn't have such an exaggeration of flying over walls, flying geese without a trace, and floating on water with light kung fu. At most, they could climb over walls and be lighter.

This kind of fancy swordsmanship, the lightness of a god, he didn't even dare to think about it before, but now he wants to learn it.

In order not to show his feet in front of You Hanqing the next day, Tang Song flipped through Luo Huang's exercises overnight, and combined with the memory of the original owner and the instinct of the body, he practiced all night before he could barely stabilize his figure , Playing the whip well.

When it comes to whips, Tang Song is a little hard to describe.

Jiang Xiao seems to have raised Jiang Wenrui as a girl, with fine food and clothing, learned martial arts to the softest, and even his temperament is not like a man's domineering, but a girl's savage willfulness.

And the dry Zen whip in his hand didn't look like it was used by a boy.

【Guoguo, what do you think Jiang Xiao thinks?After raising Jiang Wenrui like this, how can he trust Qianhe Palace to him in the future? 】

[He must have ulterior motives, you'd better find a chance to leave here. 】Candy always felt that Jiang Xiao was weird.

【Um. 】

Speaking of leaving here, Tang Song played with the whip in his hand again. He had to practice Luo Huanggong to the fourth level before he could think about this problem.

When You Hanqing came over with the dew, Tang Song had already whipped his arm. He grinned in pain, his clothes were torn, and there were fresh bloodstains on them.

[Tell you not to be careful. 】Candy knows that Tang Song must be trying to hold back tears now. This whip is not only made of different materials, but also has dense barbs on it, and it's not worth talking about when you flick it lightly.

[I thought I had mastered it. 】 Tang Song feels wronged.

When he started practicing, he was very careful, for fear of hitting himself with the whip, but later he played with the whip so powerfully that he accidentally had fun with it.

You Hanqing shook his head, took out the golden sore medicine he made from his arms, and walked in front of Tang Song.

The latter was still looking at his injured arm, and raised his head after seeing the shadow in front of him, and met his black eyes as deep as an ancient well behind the mask for a moment.

You Hanqing took Tang Song's arm, tore off the cumbersome clothes around him, bit open the stopper of the jade porcelain bottle, and sprinkled the powder inside on the wound, which was set off by the snow-white and tender skin.

The taste of the powder sprinkled on the wound was not pleasant, but Tang Song gritted his teeth and endured it. This reaction was exchanged for You Hanqing's difference.

"It's better to practice with a rope." You Hanqing stuffed the porcelain bottle with a lot of medicine left into Tang Song's hand.

His voice is cold, and when he speaks, he will give people a cold and inhuman taste.

Tang Song said in a low voice, "Oh."

"Today, the Young Palace Master's most important thing is to recover from his injuries, and his subordinates will come back in the future."

After the words fell, his figure disappeared in the shadows of the branches in a few breaths.

Tang Song took the medicine in a daze, his mind was in chaos.

【He came so early? 】After finishing this sentence, Tang Song felt that what he wanted to say was not this: 【Actually, he doesn't seem as scary as I thought? 】

[At any time, don't define people casually. ] Candy told him.

Zuo Changfeng looks kind, but he may not be as loyal as You Hanqing.

But this is just conjecture.

After another half an hour, a maid came over with the toiletries.

The servant girl was covered with a veil, only revealing her watery eyes and a well-shaped forehead. At first glance, she was a dexterous beauty. Tang Song suddenly thought of the rows of beauty lamps, and shook her body, not daring to look at her again. she.

"Young Palace Master." The servant girl twisted the towel and handed it to him, her voice was extremely inconsistent with that half of her face, it was as hoarse as if her vocal cords had been cut and then reconnected.

Tang Song reached out to pick it up, and saw strange red lines on the back of the maid's naked/exposed hands, which were exactly the same as the dark lines in the lobby.

This Thousand Crane Palace is chilly throughout, just like those modern cults, it is so treacherous and chilling.

As long as Jiang Xiao is in the palace, Jiang Wenrui will eat every meal in the other party's yard. In the other party's words, even if the son grows up, they are still a family, and a family should eat together.

When Tang Song arrived, Jiang Xiao was already sitting on the stool waiting for him. This time he didn't put on a mask. Seeing Tang Song faintly smiled on his resolute face, but the next second his face tensed up again.

Tang Song was so frightened that he shouted tremblingly: "...Dad."

"What happened to the left hand?" Jiang Xiao asked.

【How did he see it? ? ?Clairvoyance? ? ? 】 Tang Song roared at the candy in his heart.

"I accidentally hurt it when I was practicing in the morning." On the face, she looked like a little daughter-in-law, and sat down beside Jiang Xiao.

The latter moved carefully and took his hand, rolled up the wide cuff, removed the bandage to check the injury inside, "Han Qing's medicine? He was by your side at the time."

When Jiang Xiao said this, his face was completely gloomy.

"Yeah." Tang Song nodded subconsciously, but quickly realized: "No, no, no, I was already injured when he came."

What he got now was Jiang Xiao's suspicious look: "You got up so early?"

According to Jiang Wenrui's usual temperament, it would be good to get up and have breakfast with Jiang Xiao, but today he was practicing martial arts before You Hanqing left, and he was injured because of it. Thinking about it, he felt that the sun was coming out from the west.

Tang Song accidentally met his eyes, and quickly explained: "I want to practice the fourth level of Luo Huang Kung Fu sooner."

"Okay, let's eat." Jiang Xiao changed a new bandage for Tang Song and tied it up, and gave him a bottle of medicine again: "Remember to apply the medicine."

"Father, Guardian Right already gave me a bottle..."

"Use this." Jiang Xiao can't doubt it: "It won't leave scars, be obedient, Dad, this is for your own good."

"Okay." Tang Song took it: "Thank you dad."

Tang Song ate this meal absent-mindedly, and even on the way back, Jiang Xiao's words "no scars" kept lingering in his mind.

A boy has scars as long as he has scars, why should he care so much about this?No one in Thousand Crane Palace has large or small scars, even Jiang Xiao himself has many sword wounds on his body.

Two days later.

The sky was still bright, and the shadow of the moon was still falling heavily on the sky. Tang Song fell into a drowsy sleep, and the servant next to him came to wake him up.

"What's wrong?" Tang Song asked him with half-closed eyes.

"Young Palace Master, the Right Protector is already waiting for you in the courtyard."

"So early?" Tang Song yawned, but still lifted the quilt.

In the Qingzhu Garden where Tang Song lives, there is a bamboo forest that occupies a large area, and the place in front of the courtyard is also large enough for him to practice martial arts alone.

Jiang Xiao really cares about him. In the bamboo forest, there are not only places for practicing martial arts, but also pavilions for resting. Even the scenery for him to watch is beautifully prepared.

"Young Palace Master." Seeing the neatly dressed Tang Song, You Hanqing handed him a rope, which was soft in the palm of his hand, but very strong.

With internal force added, it can be used as a weapon, and without internal force, it is soft and soft like silk. Even when playing, as long as the internal force is input properly, it will not be injured.

"Thank you." Tang Song was a little surprised that the other party was quite caring. He said it would be better to use a rope, and he actually prepared a rope for him.

After giving him the rope, You Hanqing started his own task and began to teach Tang Song seriously.

"Common whipping methods include chopping, sweeping, stabbing, whipping, rowing, racking, pulling, cutting, throwing, stabbing, and pulling. Could the young palace master please demonstrate them to his subordinates one by one?"

Tang Song said: "Didn't we learn Luo Huanggong?" Why did we say such a complicated thing.

As if surprised by his words, You Hanqing was silent for a while before he said: "The whip technique learned by Master Shaogong, as long as you can use the whip proficiently, you can better integrate with Luo Huanggong."

"But..." Tang Song didn't understand what he said at all, how could he demonstrate it to him?

You Hanqing finally realized what he really wanted to say, and took the rope out of his hand as still silent.

Start to demonstrate one by one, and explain to him while demonstrating.

The vigorous and slender body is shadowy under the bamboo leaves, dazzled by the whip, and wherever the whip goes, it leaves deep and shallow marks on the bamboo.

Tang Song was immersed in it without knowing it, and the original owner's figure and You Hanqing's movements slowly merged in his mind, and his body couldn't help but start to follow the movements.