A innate master's luck helps a warrior who is quick and qi-sensible, which is simply turning on a cheating device. Tang Ying immediately felt an inexplicable ability entering his body. The layer of breakthrough barrier is like a window paper, and it can be broken with one punch.

After a while, Tang Ying felt the powerful energy in his body retreating. He felt lost and felt that this kind of energy was everywhere around his body. He was overjoyed and wanted to swallow the sea, but found that the efficiency of his absorption was as slow as a snail crawling.

If the energy from the outside world is the ocean, Tang Ying found that at most he was a person who was licking water with his tongue at the beach. The true energy that Zhang Qi had just poured into his body was like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. Tang Ying then realized that his estimate of Zhang Qi's strength was still too low.

"Mr. Zhang..." Tang Ying opened his mouth and said in an excited tone, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang for fulfilling it, Tang remembers it in mind."

"Old J is right. I'm just alone and can't change anything," Zhang Qi walked to Tang Ying's desk, picked up his pen and painted himself, and continued, "If a tiger can only protect one hundred people and we have ten thousand people, then it would be enough to create one hundred tigers."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Tang..." Tang Ying hurriedly wanted to express his determination, but Zhang Qi waved his hand and signaled that he didn't want to listen to this, "needless to say, just do it."

After hearing Zhang Qi say this, Tang Ying didn't dare to refute anything. He stood beside Zhang Qi consciously and stretched his neck to see what he was painting.

"This word is quite special." Tang Ying thought strangely. He didn't know that Zhang Qi's mastery of hard pen characters was still very average, so the characters were naturally not much better. "This painting is even more special."

After muttering for a while, Tang Ying was suddenly stunned. Why does this painting look like a human? And the word... "Is it a martial arts secret book? It seems to be a bit different from what the old man gave it."

"This is Moyun Boxing, with some luck and breathing methods, which are enough for you." The registered disciple can let others know that this is the person he taught, but if he does not admit that he is a formal disciple, Zhang Qi will naturally teach Tang Ying something. However, according to Tang Ying's cultivation speed just now, Zhang Daxia found that except for this most common Moyun Temple boxing technique, everything else is really not suitable.

"Mr. Zhang..." Tang Ying spoke with emotion and a little nervous. Although what Zhang Qi taught him was very good, Tang Ying really didn't want to be a disciple. To this day, it is not that simple thing to ask a person in his 30s to kneel down to become a disciple in his 20s. It is not such a simple thing, and it is difficult to get through that level in his heart.

After struggling for a while, when Zhang Qi handed the written paper to Tang Ying, the latter remembered the vast real energy he had just entered his body. He bit his teeth and thought, "A master is his teacher, so this kind of thing is not shameful", so he wanted to kneel down.

However, Tang Ying's wish was dashed. He wanted to become a disciple, but Zhang Qi was not happy. You should not even want to rely on this qualification.

"Hmm?" Tang Ying found that Zhang Qi grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and he was stunned and refused to let him kneel down. When he saw Zhang Qi's expression, he remembered that he was still the registered disciple in the novel whose father and his mother did not love. It was not his turn to be a disciple like this. He felt relieved but somehow he was a little disappointed.

The relationship is closer, and he has less scruples when he speaks. The gang that Zhang Qi insisted on cleaning up that cheated Song Peihan was not a big force. Tang Ying patted his chest and promised to deal with it. Zhang Qi found a room to sleep because Hu Zi booked a morning plane, and then embarked on the return journey with Song Peihan.

When I returned to China, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the same bustling crowd and the same skin tones and temperaments, Zhang Qi suddenly felt a sense of intimacy rose from his heart.

"Xiaohan, you are back." As soon as the three of them walked out, a sound of joy came towards them. A gray-haired man walked up with a smile, followed by two or three people in suits.

Seeing this man in his 50s come over, a trace of struggle flashed across Song Peihan's face, but he did not escape like before. Instead, he nodded for the first time. This made the man stunned at first, and then came over ecstatically, as if he had been much younger.

"I'm either monitoring or worrying. Let Lao Wu check the flight you might be on." When he arrived at Song Peihan's side, the man explained carefully, then reached out to Zhang Qi and Hu Zi, while saying hello happily while observing Song Peihan's expression from the corner of his eyes.

"Hello, my name is Song Qiandao."

"Zhang Qi!" "My name is Hu Zi!"

Seeing that Song Peihan actually allowed her to contact her friend, Song Qiandao smiled even happier, and his daughter was willing to pay attention to him, which made Song Qiandao feel more satisfied than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.

The energetic Song Qiandao greeted Zhang Qi and Hu Zi enthusiastically, and smiled and said to Song Peihan: "Xiaohan, let's not go abroad. I promise that I will never let you follow you in the future."

Unfortunately, Song Peihan did this at most, and did not want to pay any further attention to Song Qiandao. Instead, he said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, thank you. You must let me treat this meal tonight, otherwise I will feel sorry for you."

What everyone present could not have imagined was that after Song Peihan finished speaking, she bowed deeply to Zhang Qi, "Miss Song is a polite, it's a small task." Zhang Qi received a gift and then reached out to help Song Peihanxu up. He was just making Song Peihan feel at ease, "As for eating..."

"Hey, Brother Zhang, this meal is what Miss Song invites you, and you also want me to do it. By the way, you two seem to have forgotten me." Hu Zi saw that Zhang Qi seemed to refuse, so he quickly interrupted.

On the other hand, Song Qiandao, who was on the other hand, felt like a cat after hearing the conversation, but he was afraid that Song Peihan would be unhappy, but he was anxious, but he did not dare to interrupt like Hu Zi.

After taking a few people out of the airport, Song Qiandao found the opportunity to speak. He tentatively adopted a plan to save the country by taking a curve and said to Zhang Qi: "Mr. Zhang, I happened to book a seat in Huting Restaurant, so let's have a meal together!"

After Song Qiandao said that, he looked at Song Peihan carefully with his light and found that when Song Peihan was displeased, his heart was almost getting tangled. He had always seldom owe favors to Zhang Qi.

"This is for father and daughter. It seems that they are trying to get their daughter's forgiveness." After talking for a while, Zhang Qi also understood a little about the relationship between the father and daughter of the Song family. Helping others is the basis of happiness, and it seems that Song Qiandao is not just heart-wrenching about Song Peihan. Zhang Qi thought that he would have to have a meal anyway, so he might as well give him some help.
Chapter completed!