In the villa, Mrs. Zhang prepared the meal and started nagging, "Ms. Gu, your prescription is really useful. My legs have improved a lot these days. I can still walk to the vegetable market to buy vegetables every day, and it is not sore or painful at all!" Mrs. Zhang really feels amazing. It is impossible for major hospitals to cure it, so she can do it with two medicines?

Gu Xiqiao put down the bowl in his hand, "It's good if it works, and you can call me your name."

He is not a daughter.

The girl smiled slightly, her delicate face was as bright as snow and jade, and her clear eyes seemed to be flashing with light. How could Mrs. Zhang refuse such a good child? She quickly responded twice and said, "Well, what do your family call you? Can I just let them call you?"

Her hands holding the chopsticks tightened and lowered her eyes, "Bridge, just call me Bridge."

Mrs. Zhang happily turned around on the spot, called out twice, then clapped her hands suddenly, "Look at me, I forgot to stew the soup for you, Qiaoqiao, wait, Mrs. Zhang brings the soup for you."

Seeing her so happy, Gu Xiqiao's originally depressed mood also improved. She was a little scared of the soup with Chinese herbal flavor, but under Mrs. Zhang's earnest gaze, she still drank two bowls.

After dinner, she went upstairs. When she opened the door, she was suddenly stunned by the door and stared at the room blankly. In a corner of the room, several pieces of frosted glass had been transformed into a simple studio, painting board, canvas, picture album... nothing was missing, and she even carefully placed two pots of green plants.

"This is what Mr. Jiang ordered before leaving. Due to time reasons, it was not well arranged." Mrs. Zhang's voice came from behind.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

When Gu Xiqiao walked into the room, the bedroom she lived in was very large. The extra studio did not affect the layout, but instead gave the house a bit more artistic atmosphere.

Seeing that the host was sitting on the stool in the bedroom, staring blankly for nearly an hour, the system couldn't help but give a conscience reminder.

Gu Xiqiao didn't say anything. She entered the virtual space and was stunned for a long time before she picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write the word "jing".

The system sounds sounded at the right time.

"Intermediate? How to calculate it?" Gu Xiqiao stopped writing and was curious about the sudden appearance of "intermediate". She looked at the words she just wrote. It was indeed much better than before, with more charm.

A transparent panel soon floated in front of Gu Xiqiao, which introduced her information in detail, and also included a level explanation. The levels of daily life skills are divided into low-level, intermediate-level, advanced, master-level, grandmaster-level, grandmaster-level, and god-level.

The goal of all her missions is to reach the Grand Master level, which seems quite challenging.

However, ancient martial arts are somewhat different. They are divided into introductory, qi extraction, bone refining, tendons, lightening the body, unblocking the meridians, innate, acquired, and great success.

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