The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 37
"Miss Yan's technique is not only as simple as solving my illness."

"In the ancient martial arts world, this technique can already be passed down as a family for a hundred years."

Rong Qian'an said seriously.

After hearing this, Rong Zhen was even more shocked. Many thoughts flashed through his mind as he looked at Yan Qiao.

"Rong, I would like to take the liberty to ask, did you modify this technique, or was it your master?"

Rong Qian'an was a little curious about what it would be like for someone who could easily come up with such a good technique.

"What does Mr. Rong think?"

Yan Qiao did not answer him directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Hahaha, Rong is narrow-minded."

Hearing this, Rong Qian settled down for a moment, smiled heartily and said.

"Miss Yan is indeed a young talent. She is so extraordinary at such a young age, which makes people very jealous."

Rong Zhen was a little confused when he heard it, and couldn't help asking: "Master, do you mean that this exercise was written by Ms. Yan?"

"Yes."

Rong Qian'an nodded, looking at Yan Qiao with great satisfaction.

He seems to have found an incredible young man, which shows that the motherland will become stronger and stronger in the hands of such young people. There is nothing happier than this.

"When I got this exercise, my master also mentioned the flaws of this exercise. But at that time, it was a blessing to have an inner strength exercise, and it didn't matter whether it hurt the lungs or not."

"When the war broke out later, we all followed the chairman to fight, and due to various injuries, our health became so poor early on."

Seeing that Rong Zhen didn't quite understand the value of this technique, Rong Qian'an sighed and explained.

After listening to his explanation, Rongzhen understood.

At this time, he looked at Yan Qiao with eyes full of respect.

There are people outside the sky, there are days outside the sky, and it was the first time that he met him.

Still such a big difference.

After hearing Rong Qian'an's words, Yan Qiao just smiled lightly.

For a monk to improve an ancient martial art, it is as simple as eating and drinking.

It really was nothing to her.

But for Rong Qian'an, it was like a treasure.

After all, this method is not like the one he practiced, it will have great flaws, and even endanger life.

This technique already has the qualifications to be passed down for a hundred years.

He decided to pick a family member who was pleasing to the eye when he returned to the capital, and pass on the exercises.

Yan Qiao didn't know his plan, and only dutifully brought him into the state of cultivation.

While Rong Qian'an was concentrating on his practice, Yan Qiao sat quietly aside with his eyes closed to relax.

In fact, it is to cultivate spiritual plants in the portable space.

She basically has high-level spiritual plants in her hands, and if she wants some low-priced ones, she can only cultivate them herself.

Or go to every corner of the space to search.

She was too lazy to search, so she just cultivated a few acres of spiritual land at once.

After all, basic healing and elixir to replenish aura may be what she urgently needs in this world.

If other elixirs that are too high-end are used, their effects will be greatly reduced and are not cost-effective.

By the time Rong Qian'an left the practice, it was completely dark.

Yan Qiao was surrounded by spiritual energy, eventually forming a virtuous cycle.

When Rong Qian'an woke up, she noticed it immediately.

Yan Qiao slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes stopped on him for a moment.

Her voice was cold and authentic: "It seems that the effect is good."

"It's more than good, it's really good."

Rong Qian'an got up and moved his hands and feet, his eyes lit up.

He smiled with a satisfied look on his face.

Seeing his state, Yan Qiao nodded and said, "Since there is no problem, then I will leave first."

"Azhen, take Miss Yan back."

Rong Qian'an opened his mouth, but in the end he just called Rong Zhen.

Yan Qiao didn't refuse either.

Rong Zhen drove her all the way to Yunwu Mountain Villa.

"It's not a good habit for children to come home so late."

As soon as the Rongzhen car drove away, a faint voice suddenly came from beside him.

Yan Qiao looked up and saw the man standing under the street lamp.

A warm yellow light shone from behind him, as if coating him with golden light.

But Yan Qiao only glanced at him lightly, then withdrew her gaze and walked towards the villa.

ill.

Seeing this man for the Nth time.

Yan Qiao only felt bored. This man gave her a lingering feeling.

No, she can kill ghosts with a single blow, but not humans.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiao felt even more upset.

The relaxation on his face completely subsided, and he put on a cold face.

"What? Don't you know me?"

Si Qingyu stopped in front of her and leaned slightly closer to her, his peach blossom eyes filled with smiles.

The moment he approached, Yan Qiao frowned, and stepped back.

It wasn't until the distance between the two was opened that he raised his eyes to look at him.

Yan Qiao frowned: "Are you sick?"

"Yes." Si Qingyu straightened up with the smile on his face unchanged.

Although he was disgusted, he didn't feel frustrated.

He just felt that the girl was as interesting as he thought.

"Treat yourself if you are sick, don't get in the way." Yan Qiao said coldly.

Si Qingyu smiled, looked at her and said, "That's why I want to ask you to help me heal my illness."

"Do not want to."

Yan Qiao left only two words and then bypassed him and returned to the villa.

Looking at Yan Qiao's ruthless back, Si Qingyu's twinkling peach blossom eyes shone with a strange light.

It's really fun.

When Yan Qiao returned to the villa, he immediately went to check on Lin Wanqing's condition.

She felt slightly relieved when she found that Lin Wanqing's condition after taking Xiao Pei Yuan Dan was similar to what she expected.

It will take some time for the medicinal materials that Rong Qian'an promised her to be delivered.

He had to wait until he returned to Kyoto before he could mail it to her.

Fortunately, she is not too anxious to use it at the moment.

Yan Qiao looked down at Lin Wanqing, her eyes softened a lot, and she reached out to smooth her slightly frowning brows.

"It's okay, I'm always here."

Yan Qiao's usually cold voice was a little softer.

"I'll be fine in a few days. You must want to celebrate my birthday with me, right?"

She always knew that after her father passed away, she was her mother's only spiritual sustenance in this world.

So, she has been hiding in love.

Until Lin Wanqing also became a vegetable due to an accident, she moved to her aunt's house for expensive hospitalization.

She fell out of love.

In the past, she only felt that her life was suffering, but after she learned the truth, she also felt that her life was suffering.

It's just that in this life, she will make life worse than death for those who put pain on them!

Yan Qiao's eyes gradually became dark and unclear.

(End of this chapter)