Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Wu Yi's sudden action caused the woman on the opposite bed to exclaim immediately.

"Hey, Professor Wu, how good is it, let go of it."

Because his shot was too sudden, the standard grappling hand was aggressive, and when the aura was fully open, it looked like he was going to hit someone.

Only Song Ye knew that the other party was not malicious, he was just testing, or even checking.

From the shoulder to the wrist, Wu Yi's hand was full of soreness and numbness. Song Ye could feel that every nerve in his arm was being pressed by his fingers.

This kind of examination only took a few seconds. When Wu Yi let go of Song Ye, his eyes were bright like stars, and he repeatedly praised: "Okay, the root bone is excellent, it is a good seedling, practice now, in the future It will be great."

Song Ye turned his head and glanced at him strangely. He felt that the old man's tone was the same as that of a martial arts movie on TV. Looking at it now, it was a bit like a lunatic.

Wu Yi ignored her thoughts, and the next sentence was the opening remarks of the routine, "How about it, boy, take me as a teacher, and I will teach you kung fu."

"Kung Fu?" Song Ye raised his tone with a playful tone.

"Yes, I won't accept disciples easily, but I can consider your words." Wu Yi's face was serious, but what he said was extremely like a strange uncle who kidnapped and sold children.

Song Ye withdrew her hand and replied lightly, "No need." She never believed in the benefits of this kind of pie from the sky.

Don't say she doesn't believe it, even the woman who hasn't seen the world on the other side doesn't believe it either, "Professor Wu, in which school are you a teacher?"

It is not easy for a woman to doubt too straightforwardly, so she had to open her mouth to try it out.

Wu Yi was still waiting to lobby, but was interrupted suddenly, and replied very politely, "Oh, at Qingyang University."

"Uh, huh? You, you said Qingyang University, the Qingyang University that is number one in the country?" The woman nodded, only to wake up from a dream and almost bit her tongue.

"Well, what's wrong?" Wu Yi asked back.

This disapproving attitude made the woman not even have the courage to ask questions again.

Of course it's not right, because this university professor seems too unreliable.

The woman didn't say anything, but the man in the upper bunk with glasses who had been aggrieved for a long time said, "Why haven't I heard that Qingyang University also has a professor with a minor in Kung Fu, do college students still need to learn Kung Fu to keep fit? ,Ha ha……"

The laughter at the back was somewhat ironic, Wu Yi straightened his temper, his lips moved on the spot without raising his head, "You guys who can't even tell the difference between drinks and mouthwash, it's a misunderstanding to be a teacher."

Depend on.

The man in glasses was so rude that he subconsciously replied, "We are not English teachers at all." Both of them are Chinese teachers, and they don't actually know anything about English. The man in the suit just introduced the mouthwash to be wise, but he just listened to others' explanations. Yes, but unfortunately it is still half-baked, and it will be mistaken for a drink.

"Oh, it turns out that I didn't understand and pretended to understand." Wu Yi didn't express his understanding after listening to the explanation, but made a light statement.

The glasses man was directly KO.

Song Ye admired this old man's straightforwardness, and being able to act recklessly at an age is a realm.

"Boy, you really don't want to be my teacher?" Wu Yi turned his head and finally asked Song Ye.

"I understand the professor's kindness, I have no plans to apprentice for the time being." Song Ye solemnly replied to the other party this time.

"Hey, that's fine." Seeing Song Ye's insistence, Wu Yi sighed and got up to go back, but at the moment of the action, he suddenly coughed violently, and his whole body was shaking.

"Are you alright?" Song Yeyan quickly supported Wu Yi's body, and was shocked when he touched Wu Yi's body.

She doesn't know the special meridians and eight meridians, but she can detect the abnormality from the pulse coming from the opponent's wrist. The pulse of a normal person is steady and strong, and occasionally the weak one will feel the pulse of the heartbeat is very shallow, but the old man in front of her can hardly detect it. The heart beats.

From the angle of Song Ye looking sideways, you can see that the pupils of the old man are a little sloppy. As a killer, she can tell on the spot that this is the state of running out of oil and dying soon.

That's why he was so eager to find closed disciples?

This thought flashed through Song Ye's mind, Wu Yi turned back and smiled at her, still boldly, "Oh, it's useless when you're old, but it's not enough to be helped, okay, come when you have time. If you're in the capital, come and chat with my old man."

After speaking, he coughed twice again, and his breath was a little weaker, and then he stepped forward.

Song Ye Ningmei looked at the hunched figure on the aisle, and finally stepped up, grabbed the other's arm, and said lightly, "It's not a bad thing to be old."

Wu Yi was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, although he lowered his voice, he was still hearty, "You brat, you are too appetizing for me."

This way, from the hard sleeper to the first room of the soft sleeper, Wu Yi did not mention the matter of accepting apprentices. Before entering the door, Song Ye took out a blood stone from his pocket.

"This is..." Wu Yi held the stone and was surprised. He had never seen such a strange stone in his life.

"Take this stone back and soak it in hot water, and then take a bath for half an hour. Maybe there is a way to relieve your cough. You should thank you for your help just now." Just wave and go.

"Eh..." Wu Yi didn't even have a chance to speak. He stood there holding the bloodstone, watching Song Ye's shrewd back, and suddenly scolded in a low voice, "Haha, stinky boy."

In fact, in Song Ye's space, there are a lot of blood stones, which were sent by the medicine shop recently, so that she could make medicine stones by herself. The one she gave to Wu Yi just now was also her experimental product. The effect is unknown, but it is good for the human body.

This was purely because Song Ye saw the old man pleasing to the eye, on a whim, and she forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Song Ye didn't see the two people in the upper bunk again. He heard from the woman across from him that he got out of the car and went to see the doctor.

It is estimated that the man in the suit is pulled to prolapse.

Song Ye got up and stretched. After leaning on the station, he went down to buy a breakfast. He stood on the side of the carriage and ate half of it, and waited for the sloppy man last night.

"Thank you for what happened last night, but we met by chance, what are you doing to us?" The sloppy man was leading a group of brothers, all because of a note found on the bed in the morning, Song Ye wanted to see them by name and surname. help brother.

"There's breakfast there, talk while you eat." Song Ye pointed to the seat in the corner. Above it was the breakfast she brought, no more or no less, just seven servings.

The sloppy man gritted his teeth and shouted at the front and rear compartments, "Don't hide, come out."