The female president's personal crazy son-in-law

The path of transformation is the division of cultivation bases along the way of practicing the law.

In the turbulent martial arts world, there are all kinds of things and a gathering of heroes.Practice is just one of them, such as witchcraft, horizontal training, Fengshui metaphysics and other magical methods.

A cultivator must have a unique physique and be supported by noble people before he can get a glimpse.

Unlike martial arts masters who specialize in inner strength, even if their talent and physique are not good, as long as someone leads them and they work hard, they can always step into it.

Cultivating the Dharma is difficult, as difficult as ascending to the sky.

As a technique that is difficult first and then easy, this is the first time Jiang Tong has seen it since returning to China.

Compared with warriors, spells are profound and unpredictable, and they can often kill people invisible. Maybe pinch a spell and throw it on you, and you will die innocently the next moment.

However, practitioners need a few seconds to draw formulas and symbols before urging their magical powers.

It's not at all like a martial artist who can kill people with a flick of a finger when he raises his hand to bet.

Therefore, there is another saying in the martial arts world.

Ten steps away, the cultivation method is invincible.Within ten steps, a martial artist would kill a cultivator like a chicken or a dog.

After all, by the time you finish figuring out the hand formula and reciting the incantation, it is enough for the warrior to come over and kill you several times.

In a sense, cultivating Dharma to transform Dao is similar to cultivating martial arts to transform energy. It is just a means of cultivating Dharma, and it is even more unpredictable.

Blindly withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Tong followed everyone into the room.

Old Wei and the others had complex expressions, obviously too unexpected.

"Qingshuang, is this your home?"

Yan Xiao spoke in surprise.

Xia Qingshuang was wearing a white dress, standing in the dark night, like a white lotus swaying.

She nodded slightly:
"Everyone go in and have a cup of tea before leaving."

The bamboo building is divided into two floors, with an area of ​​less than [-] square meters. Compared with the high-end community houses and luxurious villas that everyone is used to.

The small bamboo building in front of me is completely a country vegetable garden.

When everyone entered, there was not even a decent piece of furniture, just a few wooden benches.

Xia Qingshuang seemed to be used to it.

After making a few cups of tea, I slowly walked upstairs.

Old Wei and the others held their teacups and looked at each other, unable to say a word.

Then talk together.

Jiang Tong was silent. Most of their chats were about travel, luxury cars and food.

Jiang Tong might have been interested in these things seven years ago, but now he has no interest at all.

There was no common thread to be found at all.

……

As soon as Xia Qingshuang went up to the second floor, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo fence and cloth clothes came out.

The man is tall and straight, his body is light, and he walks without the slightest sound.

"Bullshit!"

The man frowned and spoke angrily.

Xia Qingshuang whispered: "Dad, I just invited them to come over as guests, so it should be fine. In the past ten years, these friends have never been to my house."

The man snorted coldly:
"You should know our situation. Back then, my Xia family in Southwest China was besieged and bloodbathed. Only you and I escaped."

"Now the secret technique of Buddha in your body is about to come to fruition. This is my last hope to recover the Xia family."

Xia Qingshuang pursed her lips tightly.

His beautiful eyes were red and looked like weeping.

From the time she was sensible, she was instilled with the idea that all hopes of recovering the Xia family rested on her alone.

What's more, she was told time and time again that she was not allowed to find a boyfriend, in case the perfect body was broken, and the hopes of the Xia family would be ruined.

That's why Xia Qingshuang has been cautious all along, and has maintained a resistant attitude towards all kinds of things in the world.

This situation lasted until junior high school, Xia Qingshuang, who had just begun to fall in love and was ignorant of the relationship between men and women, couldn't stand all kinds of temptations.

After being pursued by a rich kid for a while, he was sunk in all kinds of sugar-coated shells, so he nodded in agreement.

As a result, within three days, the child disappeared and has never appeared again.

After a few days, Xia Qingshuang accidentally learned from a friend that the child had a malaria attack in the middle of the night and died suddenly on the spot.

She knows better than anyone else that this method is derived from the middle-aged man in front of her.

Afterwards, Xia Qingshuang opened her heart and closed the door tightly, no longer accepting anyone.

Even though Lao Wei had pursued her for more than ten years, she wanted to nod her head in agreement after being moved countless times.

But the death of her first boyfriend has always been like an alarm bell, and every time she opened up a corner of her heart, it would ring in her mind.

"Dad, they are my friends!"

Xia Qingshuang's voice trembled, with a hint of pleading.

The man said coldly: "You plant the secret technique, and before the secret technique matures, you must keep your body clean."

"I see that among your group of friends, the child from District Chief Wei's family has a soft spot for you. If you dare to agree, I will kill him."

Xia Qingshuang burst into tears like a bank burst.

She was different from others when she was a child. The so-called childhood was spent almost all kinds of surveillance and threats.

The longing for love in my heart has reached a peak in the past two years.

The man's face softened a little.

Good advice:

"Father promises you that as long as you obediently cultivate the secret technique of the Buddha, you will be successful. In the future, whoever you fall in love with and what you like to do, dad will no longer interfere."

Xia Qingshuang raised her head: "Okay, I promise you, but as long as you dare to hurt Old Wei, I'd rather die than let some bullshit secret technique stay."

The man looked up.

His eyes were dark: "Forget it, the secret technique is about to mature, and the sealing technique I left in your body is no longer effective."

"Once the sealing technique disappears, those people will immediately sense the secret technique of the Buddha. Tell your friends to leave early, we will move overnight tonight."

Xia Qingshuang's body trembled slightly.

Finally nodded in agreement.

Once the enemy comes to her door, even her friends like her will be implicated.

……

The conversation in the building had been heard verbatim by Jiang Tong.

"Buddha secret technique?"

"It's no wonder that I looked at Qingshuang's body strangely. As for the secret technique of the Buddha, I blame my carelessness. If I take a second look, I will find it."

Jiang Tong thought about it secretly.

Xia Qingshuang soon left and came back again, her expression was tired and she forced a smile.

"Everyone, it's getting late, go home and rest quickly."

Hearing Xia Qingshuang speak.

Old Wei rubbed his hands and stood up, whispering: "Qingshuang, look, it's rare for us to come to your house, why don't we leave later?"

Xia Qingshuang faced Old Wei's gaze, her gaze averted a little.

Jiang Tong said calmly:
"Forget it, let's go, it's not good if Qingshuang has something to do."

The moment you turn around.

Jiang Tong raised his hand and punched a mark on Xia Qingshuang's body. As long as there was anything abnormal about her, Jiang Tong would be able to sense it no matter how far away it was.

Old Wei wanted to say something more.

But under Xia Qingshuang's firm gaze, he sighed helplessly, finally put down his teacup, turned around and left with everyone.

Before leaving, Jiang Tong said again:

"Qingshuang, remember my words, no matter what you have, you can tell me, maybe I can help."

Everyone looked at Jiang Tong strangely.

Even the way Old Wei looked at Jiang Tong felt a little strange.

Xia Qingshuang shook her head:

"Forget it, none of you can help me with my affairs!"