Master, what path do you cultivate?

In the hot spring pool of the Chamber of Commerce in Nanhua District, Yu Ye and her senior sister Jiang Chen were soaking in the hot spring leisurely, learning how to use the Thunder Rune in their bodies.

The rare comfortable and glamorous time was broken by Qian Feng's phone call when she didn't want to.

With Yu Ye's words, Senior Sister Jiang Chen almost blew the water out of the entire hot spring pool.

"Yu Ye, what's going on? What happened to Master?"

Yu Ye summarized in detail based on the content of Qian Feng's phone call just now:

"Qian Feng was assassinated, and Master rescued him. Although he succeeded in saving Qian Feng, he was injured, poisoned and unconscious."

Regardless of the fact that most of the hot spring water was blown out by himself, Jiang Chen asked close to him, without a single thread on his body:

"Did you tell me about the specific situation of Master?"

"It is said that Master has suffered from psychedelic powder, but he still hasn't woken up."

"Walk!"

I don't know if it's because of the shadow left behind when he left the Huangcheng cave, but Jiang Chen doesn't dare to delay any more about Master now.

Chi Ye: Hurry up, hurry up!

Yu Ye: This is the first time I see you so worried about Master.

Chi Ye: What is this called! Am I not an apprentice accepted by the master? But to be honest, I'm more worried that Master will be unconscious and sleep on someone else's bed. If Qian Feng preempts this, you can just wait and cry.

Yu Ye: Don't be fooling around, how can you be so carefree after being assassinated.

Chi Ye: Don't you watch TV dramas? Don't those kinds of things happen next to the fire in the ruined temple after the hero saved the beauty?

Yu Ye: I don't believe it.

"Senior sister, I know a shortcut!"

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Ji Qinglin yawned and slowly opened his eyes.

Although the surroundings are a little strange, they are still very real anyway, so it is not like having that kind of strange dream.

But now I really hope to have that kind of dream, at least to guide myself to retrieve some past memories.

If I remember correctly just now, I should have rescued Qian Feng and soon passed out.

That bastard actually put drugs in the laser-cut mine! It's so shameful.

I learned it, I will try it myself next time.

So it should be here?

The mattress under him was soft and soft, and the quilt covered it had a faint floral fragrance, but it still didn't feel as comfortable as the hard floor he usually sleeps on.

In the large lounge, the interior decoration and home colors are mostly pure white with occasional light pink.

Uncle Mo shouldn't be so sullen, it's most likely that Qian Feng is in the lounge of the Sihai Trading Group headquarters.

A supervisor can't occupy such a large space, it seems that my guess should be fine.

Thinking of Ji Qinglin slowly getting up and moving his muscles and bones, although he still feels a little weak, his spirit has basically recovered, and the wound on his arm has been bandaged properly.

As for Qian Feng, it is estimated that he is busy with meetings or other company affairs. After all, he has inherited such a big business.

Ji Qinglin looked around while exercising his muscles and bones.

After all, it is also a girl's boudoir.

As a gentleman, it is a rare opportunity to come in, and it would be a pity not to take a closer look.

Sure enough, a major discovery was made soon. On the desk next to him was a sketch under the weight of a book, which seemed to be a recently completed work.

The man in the sketch looks handsome, but the smile is very contrived, and the overall quality of the picture quality is very high, so this shameless smile is obviously drawn on purpose.

Are you so wretched? Qian Feng definitely wore colored glasses when he painted himself.

What's even more strange is that there are stamp marks all over his face in the sketch, as if someone practiced brushing on his face, and it seems that he has a lot of resentment towards him.

Ji Qinglin didn't think much about it, but when he stuffed the sketch back, he found that there was a gap in the bottom drawer on his right hand, and the word "picture album" could be vaguely seen.

The words themselves were nothing, but the slightly yellowed paper made Ji Qinglin feel familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Unexpectedly, he slowly opened the drawer, and a familiar book came into view:

"Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Posture Fan Album"

Hiss, it's actually here! No wonder I searched so many times when I left the old courtyard but couldn't find it!

Qian Feng's little hands are not very clean.

Open the small picture book and you can see some simple sketches and annotations:

"Unsightly!"

"Shocked!"

"Reluctantly accepted."

Some even drew small faces of fear.

Needless to say, the rigorous attitude of this study is very correct.

Ji Qinglin picked up the mini-album and sat by the bed, thinking about the contents, when he suddenly heard movement from the door.

Afraid that this embarrassing scene would be discovered, Ji Qinglin quickly lay back and pretended to be unconscious, thinking that he would put the album back after the visitor left.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in was Qian Feng, holding a bowl of speedily brewed traditional Chinese medicine in his hand.

It turned out that the medical staff said that they would wake up soon after the injection, but it still didn't work, so they called Yu Ye to report the details. It could be heard that Yu Ye was also in a hurry, and he probably would come over soon.

There was no other way for Qian Feng to ask the medical team to think of other ways. Since he had already received an injection, the medical team suggested taking some nourishing medicine that would speed up the blood flow, so he made such a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, hoping to make Ji Qinglin feel better. Wake up early.

Qian Feng came to Ji Qinglin with the decoction. Seeing that he was still not awake, and didn't waste time, he picked up a small spoon and prepared to slowly put it into Ji Qinglin's mouth.

Ji Qinglin originally wanted to pretend that he had just woken up, but he didn't expect Qian Feng to skip the inspection process and pour medicine into his mouth as soon as he came up.

I didn't know what the soup was for, so I gritted my teeth and didn't let Qian Feng successfully deliver the medicine.

Nangong Qianfeng was a little puzzled, thinking why Ji Qinglin was clenching his teeth, maybe he was poisoned by other poisons? But the medical team checked and found no other problems.

Or are you gritting your teeth because of the pain in your body? It is indeed possible.

If it doesn't work like this, you can only think of other methods, Qian Feng looked at the medicine bowl with some hesitation.

Isn't it appropriate to do this? never mind! Physicians are not afraid, follow the right when you are in a hurry!

Thinking of Qian Feng picking up the medicine bowl and taking a big gulp in his mouth, then leaned over resolutely.

Seeing this posture, Ji Qinglin, who was squinting secretly, clenched his hands under the quilt tightly, and said in his heart that he didn't see it, Qian Feng, you are really brave!

But since he was awake, there was no need to take medicine, so Ji Qinglin opened his eyes as soon as Qian Feng approached him.

With four eyes facing each other, Qian Feng, who was puffing out his cheeks like a little hamster, was so frightened that he choked on himself.

Puff—cough cough cough—

A mouthful of the medicinal juice was sprayed directly on Ji Qinglin's face, followed by a sharp cough.

Ji Qinglin hurriedly stood up to help gently tap Qian Feng's back, and still did not forget to tease:

"Sihai Trading is really a big company, and all the sprays used to wake people up are traditional Chinese medicine."

Seeing Ji Qinglin wake up, Qian Feng's hanging heart finally let go, he didn't care about the joke, coughed lightly:

"Cough cough cough cough, when did you wake up?"

"Just before you entered the door, because you didn't know what the situation was, you didn't dare to speak out easily. How could you know that you poured medicine when you came up, and you were ready to talk."

Qian Feng frowned and interrupted pretending to be serious:

"Healer Wuji, I just wanted to wake you up earlier!"

As he said that, he still took out a tissue, and while helping to wipe off the concoction on Ji Qinglin's face, he asked:

"How do you feel now? Do you still feel unwell?"

"Except for my gums being a little sore from being poked by you with a spoon just now, I feel that I should have almost recovered."

Speaking of Ji Qinglin getting ready to get up, before guessing that Ji Qinglin came with a serious injury, Qian Feng hurriedly reached out to stop him:

"You guys just love to be brave. Since you're already in a coma, you'd better recuperate with me. I've already contacted Yu Ye, so I'll send her a message to let her know that you've woken up."

Ji Qinglin didn't forcefully refuse, but he still asked in a low voice after lying back on the bed:

"Is it really good to lie in your young director's lounge? Are you not afraid of gossip from the group?"

Nangong Qianfeng was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't intend to continue to hide it from Ji Qinglin, so he narrowed his red pupils slightly and said:

"When did you discover my identity?"

"Actually, I have been skeptical since the first visit, but today it is confirmed."

"Sorry, I didn't use my real identity before"

"For personal safety, I understand."

Almost lost his life because of his identity, Ji Qinglin's understanding so lightly made him feel even more sorry.

"You don't mind?"

"Ha, as long as the little young director doesn't mind the frivolity before the next step."

"Wait a minute, which means that you already know my identity, and I didn't see you having any scruples when I was frivolous!"

"At that time, those who don't know are not to be blamed. Well, let me rest in another place. The lounge is too private for you, Young Director. If you see something inappropriate."

Nangong Qianfeng said grandly:

"I'm not like you who are full of shady little secrets. I'm here for official business, and I don't have any secrets worth paying special attention to."

Ji Qinglin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded and said:

"I'm relieved if you say that."

Speaking of taking out a small picture book from under the blanket, Nangong Qianfeng saw that "Mini Picture Book of Yin-Yang Shuangxiu" was in Ji Qinglin's hands, a pair of red pupils were about to pop out.

"Where are you from?"

"I got it from an unclosed drawer. I felt guilty at first, but since the young director said it wasn't a secret, I felt relieved."

As she spoke, she pretended to be relaxed and wanted to open the picture album. Nangong Qianfeng thought in her heart that if he saw her comments in it, how could she be hard in front of him in the future?

Hastily stepped forward to scramble and said:

"Give it to me!"

Relying on the advantage of his wingspan on the bed, Ji Qinglin just kept the album behind him. Although he didn't ask for anything this time, he still showed a smirk and said:

"Young Director, these are all your autographs. You don't want other people to know about studying this album seriously, do you?"

Nangong Qianfeng was so angry that her little face flushed red, she gritted her teeth and said:

"Ji Qinglin! After all, he is also the master of the chamber of commerce! Still doing this trick!"

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