Bigshot Cultivator Bewildering People Every Day

Han Qianling found Luo Jiujiang beside the flower bed.

Luo Jiujiang wore very thin clothes, a simple black stand-up collar shirt. When the spring breeze blows, the soft fabric clings to his body, which outlines his beautiful waistline.

He looked back and smiled when he heard the movement of Han Qianling behind him. At that moment, there were thousands of soft intestines in his eyes, which were better than spring breeze.

"He didn't embarrass you?" Luo Jiujiang asked first.

The system secretly complained to him: [You monitor with God's consciousness throughout the entire process, isn't it clearer than anyone else that your sweetheart is not being embarrassed? ]

Luo Jiujiang ignored it.

He only stared at Han Qianling until a little smile appeared on Qingjun's face, and asked, "Isn't I supposed to ask you this question? Are you okay?"

"Everything is fine."

Can you find Hanqianling so quickly, Luo Jiujiang can describe more than the word "okay"? He is now almost refreshed and full of energy.

Han Qianling nodded, his eyes condensed on Luo Jiujiang's thin clothes.

In the late spring morning, with a bit of unfailing spring cold, Han Qianling gestured to Luo Jiujiang to get in the car and talk.

Luo Jiujiang was not seen outside. He opened the car door and got into the co-driver, sat upright, and smiled in the cold of Qianling.

Han Qianling: "..."

The way he is now is completely different from the way he knocked on Shao Lan's forehead ten minutes ago.

As the car drove forward for a while, the atmosphere between the two became calmer, and Han Qianling asked, "I think you are not autistic, are you?"

"Of course not." Luo Jiujiang denied it, and then slammed the system in his mind: [What is autism? ]

5555: [...] Some people, who look like dogs, actually forget the principles when they see their partners, don't even know what they are talking about, and dare to respond blindly.

The system explained the definition of autism for Luo Jiujiang with the fastest speed and the most concise language. Luo Jiujiang was completely relieved and nodded confidently.

"I don't think it is." Han Qianling smiled politely. "Autism has an emotional disorder after all. Even if there are a few who are exceptionally talented in some places, but such an emotional piece of music only depends on playing with the syllables. It cannot be played."

"Fortunately you are not."

Unconsciously or unconsciously, Han Qianling said: "After all, autism is an incapacitated person. In this way, even if it is an adult, the guardian has the right to decide on it."

Luo Jiujiang had almost forgotten Shao Lan, but was reminded again.

He and Shao Lan have yet to settle accounts.

The system detected Luo Jiujiang’s EEG fluctuations and immediately became alert: [Host? ]

[Remember to remind me, go to Shao Lan's company at night. ]

The system is a little puzzled: [Okay, your itinerary has been arranged-but why is it night? ]

Luo Jiujiang's analysis of thinking is obviously reasonable and well-founded: [Frozen three feet is not a day's cold. Since Shao Lan dares to treat the original owner like this, it is not the first time that he has done something extraordinary. We go to find evidence at night. ]

[...] After hearing this plan, the system that was working well originally got stuck.

[Host, I am the most advanced second-generation system in the main **** space. Possess network and computing capabilities that surpass this time and space. ]

[So, I can search for evidence by myself, without you having to go to the company. ]

After explaining some of its functions, the system 5555 issued a deafening question: [Host, in your eyes, I am not just a passport, right? ]

Luo Jiujiang: [……]

Sorry, in his understanding, the system is really just a passport to smuggle the world.

After all, he was born in the world of cultivating immortals, and he is not familiar with modern internet yet.

He coughed dryly, and just as Han Qianling was talking to him, Luo Jiujiang turned his head pretending to be attentive, avoiding the embarrassment of being silent and speechless in his head.

Han Qianling probably has seen something from the scene that happened in Shao Lan's villa just now.

He is very considerate of his faction, not mentioning that he is willing to help Luo Jiujiang, but said that he wants to ask Luo Jiujiang for help.

"No matter Chinese or Western, art is always the same. I like your music very much. Can I hire you to be my inspiration and play a piece for me every day?"

Han Qianling sent out an invitation sincerely: "The work location is in my apartment. The duplex apartment is in a good location, convenient and safe. I don’t live regularly. I will give you a satisfactory salary, and I don’t have to listen to you. Original song."

If Luo Jiujiang is really the original Shen Qingjiang, then in a short sentence, Han Qianling has solved several of his problems.

Accommodation issues, money issues, security issues, and copyright issues regarding works.

Han Qianling obviously saw that Luo Jiujiang was causing some trouble, but he wrapped up all his care in a calm manner.

He was not explicit at all, only showing politeness and character.

This is Han Qianling's consistent attitude towards outsiders, polite, thorough, and without errors. However, for Luo Jiujiang, who has been with him since childhood, this scene is quite fresh.

He blinked a little strangely, and agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

"It's fine if you want." Han Qianling chased, "You use suona, don't you? We can pick one that fits first."

"I can use qin, flute, flute, suona and shakuhachi." Luo Jiujiang thought for a while, "it's the piano. The sound of the piano is quieter. I have a song that is very suitable for sleeping."

Han Qianling glanced at him unexpectedly.

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Of course Han Qianling is not the kind of bad guy who is particularly kind and good-hearted, otherwise Shao Lan would not show taboo against him, and Han Qianling would not be so indifferent to Shao Lan's attitude.

When he helped Luo Jiujiang, he still had a little personal selfishness in it, but at a certain moment just now, he felt that Luo Jiujiang had seen it.

In fact, Han Qianling's physical condition has some problems.

For some reason, from the day he was born, his whole body was filled with fine pain, from the flesh to the bones, almost no nerve was spared.

It was as if it was not his body that was hurting, but his soul.

This situation gradually deepened as he grew up. During his youth, when his body's cell activity was most active, Han Qianling also felt the sharp pain of skin peeling and bone contusion.

The pain almost cut him away from the entire world, as if God didn't want him to exist here, and hoped that he would die sooner.

Modern medicine has never been able to solve the problem of Han Qianling. Basic physical examinations and pharmacological methods have no effect.

Han Qianling had even used anesthetics, but the pain he felt was still clear even when he was dizzy.

As the only lone case seen in medicine, after several years of continuous travel to top neurology hospitals and research institutes, a doctor finally suggested that he go to see a Chinese medicine.

After he tried acupuncture, massage, scraping, decoction, and all these traditional medicines, the old doctor suggested that he still go to a western doctor.

Han Qianling: "..."

This time, the Western medicine doctor finally came up with a third solution after having nothing to do. He persuaded Han Qianling to study and study theology and choose a reliable religious refuge. There might be miracles.

Han Qianling politely declined him, and thought it was a miracle that he would come to seek medical attention from this doctor.

Because miracles cannot be replicated, he never went to this doctor a second time.

He began to learn to adapt to this pain, and then lived well.

It is not difficult to adapt, after all, he has persisted for so many years.

It took some time to adjust the mentality, but it was not too long. As the only case in the world, he was prepared for a sudden illness and death one day.

Even if he was suffering enough to bring down ordinary people, Han Qianling was still a male **** in the eyes of outsiders.

He has a superior family background, good looks, courteous personality, and is unique in his musical talent.

As for his own special illness, Han Qianling has never announced it to the outside world, and he has few friends around him.

know.

——In the first half of his life, Han Qianling did not have any particularly close friends.

However, just when Han Qianling had almost resigned his fate, he met Luo Jiujiang.

This is probably God’s arrangement, otherwise there is nothing to explain. Among hundreds of millions of people, he will meet a person, and that person only needs to play a song, which is enough to heal the wounds that have been churning in the bones like a beast. ?

When Luo Jiujiang's cheerful and high-pitched tune "He Groom" hovered over the villa, for the first time in his life, Han Qianling felt painless and painless.

Even though that song has been stopped for a long time, Han Qianling still enjoys the shade it brings.

The pain did not return to him when the song stopped. On the contrary, he felt a comfortable and warm feeling, like an ordinary person basking in the sun in winter.

This is an inherent right of ordinary people, and it is a treatment that most people in the world can enjoy all the time. For Han Qianling, however, this sense of relaxation is precious enough to surpass the brilliant and bright "Eternal Heart".

In more than 20 years, he found the right medicine for the first time, and perhaps the only medicine stone in the world that can save him.

And the master who holds the medicine stone...

He didn't know how the other party discovered it, but at the moment when the suppressed old disease slowly emerged, he heard Luo Jiujiang gently humming a small tune.

The file-like pain disappeared instantly.

Han Qianling pricked his ears and listened to this song very carefully.

The form of this little tune is like a folk song, and it sounds a bit like a seaside chant, but the tune when the notes are flowing is much softer than the chant.

"The moon is round and changes in fifteen days,

The big boat paddles, and the small islands turn around,

Brother, don’t rush to catch the red snapper in the sea,

I will tie you the red rope on your waist, do you feel relieved

...

It takes another half a month for the silver plate to turn from bend to round.

The big ship eats deep water, and the sea follows the waves,

Brother, don’t be greedy for that big and fat pearl mussel,

I sit in the small building alone all night waiting for you to turn back a hundred times"

That little tune was like a thin line, and subconsciously led Han Qianling to turn his head, making him meet Luo Jiujiang's smiling eyes at the first glance.

The circling eyes are like cascading ocean waves glowing with silver under a moonlit night, far softer than destiny and world affairs.