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At this point, Yang Shui quickly waved his hand, "Of course, I'm not saying that our Aunt Dashan has any bad intentions. After all, Uncle Dashan is just like that, and he has nothing to gain. But if you think about it carefully, he is abroad. After so many years, I had my own business abroad, and then I suddenly gave up everything and ran back, what are you doing?"

"What are you picturing?" Zhang Mingwei grinned, "Image of Uncle Dashan being big enough!"

"go!"

Chen Muyu spat at him. He had drunk too much wine and started talking nonsense.

"She has been with Uncle Dashan for so many years, and I believe she must have had feelings for her, but to say that it was just for this is a bit unjustifiable. After all, after more than 20 years, why did she go there so early?"

Yang Shui shook his head repeatedly, "Anyway, my intuition tells me that it's not particularly right."

Wu Xiaobao didn't say anything more because he couldn't find any suitable reason to refute.

"Don't get involved in this matter. Let him handle Uncle Dashan's matter on his own. No matter what the outcome is, we will give our full support!" Chen Muyu interrupted the two of them, not wanting to continue this topic.

As soon as Chen Muyu spoke, the other three nodded.

…

——

I played cards until after 5 a.m. last night, then went home and took a nap until 4 p.m.

Days like this are really a bit luxurious.

After getting up and washing up, Chen Muyu went directly to Ganlin Village and wanted to ask Qin Hong about something.

Ganlin Village.

The entrance of Qinhong Courtyard.

Two people were playing chess. When they came over, they saw Teng Hu and Wu Xiaobao.

"Why are you everywhere?"

Looking at Wu Xiaobao, Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was very suspicious that Wu Xiaobao had positioned himself.

"Brother Yu, don't dislike me!" Wu Xiaobao spread his hands, "Isn't my master here? I'll be living here these days!"

As he said that, he pushed the losing chessboard, almost causing Teng Hu to get violently beaten.

Your master?

Qian Jueming?

When he was in the provincial capital, Wu Xiaobao wanted to take Chen Muyu as his teacher but failed, so he turned to Qian Jueming as his teacher.

But after Chen Muyu returned to Qingshan, he never saw him again.

Qian Jueming is here?

"Haha, Xiaoyu, I was just about to call you to come over, but I didn't expect you to come over first. We really have a good understanding..."

While he was wondering, Qian Jueming walked out of the toilet, laughing and fastening his belt as he walked.

What kind of look is this?

"Mr. Qian is here too. When did he come?"

Chen Muyu came over and wanted to shake hands, but seeing that he didn't seem to have washed his hands, he decided to let it go.

"Just arrived this morning!"

Qian Jueming smiled heartily, "Don't leave for a while. I will cook myself and make some special dishes. Let's have a good drink..."

Chen Muyu's face was heavily lined with black lines, "You can cook, but you must wash your hands first!"

"Ha ha……"

Qian Jueming laughed, covering up his embarrassment, "I had a bad stomach at lunch, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

Chen Muyu couldn't help but laugh and glanced into the back room, "Where is Mr. Qin?"

In the past, whenever Chen Muyu arrived, Qin Hong would be out within a few moments.

"Closed-door practice!"

Qian Jueming patted Chen Muyu on the shoulder and said directly.

"Retreat?"

Chen Muyu was stunned. It was so sudden and he didn't even get any news.

"well!"

Qian Jueming sighed, "Didn't you give me the elixir to my senior brother? He has a lot of free time during this period. He wants to take this opportunity to try to break through to the Yuan Shen realm. Why don't you hurriedly ask me to come over and guard him?" !”

oh!

Chen Muyu suddenly realized.

Having said this, Qian Jueming approached Chen Muyu and said, "Xiaoyu, what you did is a bit unethical!"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows.

"Where did you get the elixir? Both senior brothers gave it to me, do you want to keep me a share?"

Qian Jueming is indeed very thick-skinned.

It turned out that this was the reason why the old man was so enthusiastic as soon as he arrived and even cooked for me and treated me to dinner and drinks.

Chen Muyu wanted to turn around and leave.

"It's just the elixir, there should be some more!" Chen Muyu replied noncommittally.

Qian Jueming's old eyes were bright, "What do you mean there should be more, if there is, there will be, if there is not, then there won't be..."

"Really? Let's talk later. Come here first and I'll ask you something!"

Chen Muyu pulled Qian Jueming to the table under the flower stand and sat down.

"What's going on? You're so sneaky!" Qian Jueming stroked his beard and looked at Chen Muyu's face that was seeking knowledge.

Chen Muyu collected his thoughts and said, "Mr. Qian, let me ask you something. Please answer me truthfully. Do you know what a tattoo master is?"

"Tattoo artist, I know!"

Qian Jueming paused, then grinned, "What, you want a tattoo?"

A chicken talks to a duck!

Chen Muyu rolled his eyes, took out a jade bottle and put it on the table, "Here is the thing. If you know anything, tell me that there is a seventh-level Yang Yuan Dan in it. OK, take it away!"

"oh……"

Qian Jueming paused and his eyes fell on the jade bottle. He was obviously very eager and wanted to reach out to take it, but was blocked by Chen Muyu.

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"Let me ask first, why did you suddenly ask this?" Qian Jueming became serious and looked up at Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu shook his head, "You talk first, and I'll talk after you finish!"

"Tattoo Master!"

Qian Jueming took a deep breath, and after a while, he patted his thigh and stood up, "Many, many years ago, in the world of martial arts, a sect called tattoo masters was born. This sect is very magical. It is said that people who rely on tattoos, communicate with ghosts and gods, and gain powerful power..."

"Are you sure you're not telling a fantasy story?" Chen Muyu asked.

Qian Jueming smiled bitterly, "You asked me to tell you, but you didn't believe me after I told you!"

"I don't believe it!" Chen Muyu shook his head, "Go on!"

There is indeed no doubt whether you believe it or not. Chen Muyu has seen it no matter how incredible it is, and his mental receptive ability is already very strong.

Qian Jueming continued, "This school has a long history. It is said to have a history of thousands of years. It has been passed down and has many branches. Among them, the most mainstream are the three schools, the sky pattern, the earth pattern, the ghost pattern, and the sky pattern. Gods, beasts with earth patterns, ghosts with ghost patterns..."

The more he talks about it, the more fantasy it becomes. I really wonder if this old man is bullying me when I am young and making up stories for myself here.

Chen Muyu did not interrupt him and continued to listen to him.

"It's a pity that the lineage of tattoo masters has never been able to enter the mainstream. It's a bit like witches and gods. After thousands of years of inheritance, it has basically become extinct in our country in recent years. However, I heard that there are still people abroad. , especially in Western countries, the school of tattoo masters is very popular, but I can’t say whether there are real masters. Anyway, I have only heard of it and have never encountered it.”