With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

At this time, Feng Qinglan was enjoying a flower braid bath.

A maid was slowly pouring water on her: "Miss, is the water temperature suitable?"

Looking at the marks on her young lady's body, the maid's face turned red. The second young lady was really too bold. She hadn't even gotten married yet...!

"Yeah~!"

Feng Qinglan hummed comfortably: "It fits."

"Qingyin, how is my mother today?"

The maid replied: "Miss, today Madam is the same as usual...!" The maid did not continue the rest of the sentence.

"Get up! I'll go over and take a look..." Feng Qinglan stood up and opened her arms.

"Good disciple...!" Suddenly a penetrating male voice came from outside.

"Master?" Feng Qinglan quickly put on her clothes and opened the door.

I saw a middle-aged man in blue clothes and a long beard standing in the air.

"Master...you are finally here." Feng Qinglan looked at the person in the air and shouted happily.

The man in the air slowly descended and landed steadily in the yard.

"Qingyin, go and tell my father that my master is here." Feng Qinglan instructed the maid beside her.

Maid: "Yes, Miss."

Feng Qinglan walked into the yard and met the middle-aged man face to face: "Master, it seems that your martial arts have improved a lot."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Qinglan and nodded: "Master has been traveling around the world in the past few years, and his martial arts have indeed made a lot of breakthroughs."

"Disciple, have you been diligent in practicing the Flying Swallow Step in the past few years?"

Feng Qinglan immediately showed off his martial arts in the yard.

Looking at Feng Qinglan, the middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad."

After a cup of tea, Feng Qinglan stopped and said, "Master, I broke through the third level last month, but when I reached the fourth level, I always felt a tightness in my chest."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, disciple. Master will definitely help you break through to the fourth level this time."

Fourth level?

Is that a dream that is out of reach for so many people?

Feng Qinglan's face was full of joy at this time.

He knelt down and saluted: "Master, I thank you very much, but this time I am sending you a message for another matter."

The middle-aged man helped Feng Qinglan up: "Disciple, get up quickly. I have read the contents of your letter. This time I came here to help you get rid of the Feng Qing wine."

"But... I saw in your letter that Feng Qingjiu is the second princess, and you also know that we Jianghu people and the royal family have always been...!"

"Master, don't worry. I have my own way..." Feng Qinglan leaned close to the middle-aged man's ear.

"Master, what do you think of this method?"

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement: "This is a good idea."

“Master Yun…!” Feng Luo’s voice arrived before he even arrived.

After a while, Feng Luo quickly came to the middle-aged man and bowed slightly: "I didn't know that Master Yun would come. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. Please forgive me, Master Yun!"

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, how could that be true..." The middle-aged man also bowed to Feng Luo.

…………

"I can't stand it anymore! Ah......!" Lin Yuer was lying on the bed howling.

"Damn Feng Qingjiu, I, Lin Yuer, swear that I will kill you, kill you."

"ah………!"

"Mom...!" Feng Qinglan's voice came from outside the door.

Then several people came in.

When Lin Yuer saw the person behind her daughter, she almost stood up in excitement.

Saved!Saved!

Lin Yuer pretended to be dignified and generous: "I was unable to stand up to greet Master Yun, I hope Master Yun will forgive me."

Feng Qinglan's eyes were filled with tears: "Master... my mother's four fingers were pierced by Feng Qingjiu with some unknown weapon. I hope Master can save my mother."

The middle-aged man walked up to Lin Yuer and said, "Madam, I'm sorry!"

Then he slowly lifted Lin Yuer's quilt. The gunshot wound was on the ankle. Because it was summer, rotten flesh had already appeared around the wound.

The moment the quilt was lifted, a foul odor filled the entire room.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses.

Feng Qinglan covered her nose and said, "Master, the palace doctor has been changing the dressings every day these past few days, but it hasn't gotten better. The wound is getting more festering day by day."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "What kind of weapon is this? I have never seen it before, but I can tell that it is definitely a top-notch weapon."

I have been traveling around the world for so many years, but I have never found the weapon I like.

Such a weapon is worthy of me, the middle-aged man thought to himself.

Hearing this, Lin Yuer was very emotional and her voice was trembling: "Master Yun, you must save me. I put all my hopes on you. If you can't save me, then I would rather die than live."

Lin Yuer felt terrible at the thought that she would lie in bed forever and watch her skin fester and ooze pus bit by bit.

Lin Yuer felt that she might as well just die.

"Master, you must save my mother." Feng Qinglan grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, looking pleading.

Feng Luo also said anxiously: "Yes, Master Yun, please save my wife."

The middle-aged man looked at them and said calmly, "Disciple, Prime Minister, Madam, don't worry."

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man took out a pill from his arms and handed it to Feng Qinglan: "Disciple, this is a detoxification pill that Master has spent ten years refining. It can cure all kinds of poisons. Take it for your mother."

Feng Qinglan took the pill and knelt down with a plop: "Thank you, Master."

………………

Wutong Courtyard.

Day two.

“Miss, Miss…!”

Feng Qingjiu spoke half asleep and half awake: "What's wrong, Xia Ling?"

Xia Ling walked to the bedside and said, "Miss, the second young lady's master arrived last night."

Feng Qingjiu still closed his eyes: "What does her master have to do with me?"

Looking at her young lady's appearance, Xia Ling said anxiously, "Young lady, you don't know that the second young lady's master is the famous Master Yun. This time we are here to treat the second lady."

Master Yun?

Is it very powerful?

System: [Host, this Master Yun is not Yun Feiyang, the only martial arts master in Tiansheng Country. You are finished. That crazy woman will definitely let her master kill you.]

Feng Qingjiu: [It can't be possible, Yun Feiyang, the great master of Xiaoyao Peak, would have such a poor vision? He is not blind to accept Feng Qinglan as his disciple...! ]

"Miss, don't be in a hurry!" Xia Ling asked, looking at the lady still lying on the bed.

Feng Qingjiu closed his eyes and yawned: "What's the point of being anxious? I can't beat him, so I should rest now. Don't think so much useless things. Xia Ling, I'll sleep for another hour."

After Feng Qingjiu finished speaking, he continued to sleep soundly.

System: [Host, you are still in the mood to sleep, get up and practice! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [My current abilities have reached the level of Grandmaster? ]

System: […It seems impossible. ]

Feng Qingjiu: [If you can't do it, what's the point of practicing now? ]

System: [But...! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Shut up, don't talk...! ]

Life is so cool when you give up!