Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

As soon as she heard "sweat towel", Wen Xiang gagged again: that sweat towel is too smelly and has too much stamina, no, she has to rinse her mouth.

"Don't move." Taoist Wuwei didn't let go: "Tell me, are you resisting?"

"This... this..." Wen Xiang hesitated to speak, and finally said with confidence:

"Who let them falsely accuse you of being a counterfeit? If they dare to say that you are a fake Taoist priest, of course I will scold them."

Hearing Wen Xiang's words of defense, Taoist Wuwei's heart warmed up, but his face was still firmly taught: "If you don't have the ability to resist, don't resist, or if you get beaten, you will be beaten in vain."

"It's not in vain that I was beaten. Didn't you help me beat me back?" Wen Xiang felt elated when he thought of Taoist Wuwei's handsome "kick".

"Then what if I come back later?"

"Uh—" Wen Xiang was speechless.

"Don't be so impulsive again in the future, do you hear me?"

Hearing such a machismo's strong order, Wen Xiang was not angry, and even secretly pleased, she smiled and agreed: "Got it."

Seeing Wenxiang's appearance, Taoist Wuwei shook his head secretly: This guy must not have listened.

After Taoist Wuwei finished bandaging the wound, Wen Xiang couldn't wait to make a long-planned request: "Master Taoist, please teach me martial arts, and I will be able to tear 'devils' with one hand in the future."

Taoist Wuwei frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I want to learn martial arts so that I can protect myself. Just teach me, teach me."

In order to learn martial arts, Wen Xiang also worked hard. Her left hand was tightly wrapped and she couldn't move, so she used her remaining right hand to grab Wuwei Taoist's cuff and act like a baby:
She will no longer be pressed to the ground and stuffed with a stinky sweat towel.

Taoist Wuwei annoyed her a lot: "Are you sure you want to learn?"

"Yes."

"Did you know? I have been practicing martial arts since I was six years old. I have to get up to practice at [-] o'clock every day. I practice for at least two hours a day. No matter the wind or rain, I can't stop for a day."

"In the first two years, you can only practice horse stance, leg break, tendon opening, stance and kicking, and the horse stance takes an hour."

"The master will teach you how to breathe and practice the inner breath after you can zama step continuously for several hours."

"After you can hold your breath in the water for half a stick of incense, you can start practicing inner strength."

"Finally, the master will teach you martial arts moves and punches after you have achieved a little bit of internal strength, and in the process, you will be thrown and beaten every day."

"Are you sure you can bear this kind of pain?"

Wen Xiang silently let go of Taoist Wuwei's sleeves, and said with a sneer: "Is it really so difficult? Then I'll think about it again."

Taoist Wuwei smiled complacently: I can't cure you, little one?

In fact, it's not that Taoist Wuwei is unwilling to teach Wenxiang to practice martial arts, but it's because:
Practicing martial arts is not something that can be accomplished overnight, but a protracted hardship. As far as the current situation is concerned, he doesn't think that Wen Xiang can squeeze out enough time to practice martial arts.

Most importantly, he doesn't know how long he can stay here?
Daoist Wuwei was a little disappointed, but he quickly put aside this unclear and unclear thoughts, and turned to say:

"It's too late for you to start learning martial arts now. The moves without internal strength are just showy. I can teach you some self-defense moves. It's still okay to deal with local hooligans."

"Women's self-defense?"

"Self-defense is self-defense, and there is no distinction between men and women."

Although he can't be a hero, but at least he can protect himself, Wen Xiang replied dejectedly: "Okay, self-defense is self-defense, alas, it's better than nothing."

"Hey, don't you get cheap and act good. How many people want to learn but have no way to learn."

Wen Xiang didn't want to hear Taoist Wuwei bragging, so he took the wound medicine and turned to Tusun: "Tusun, is your injury serious?"

"it's okay no problem."

Tusun said he was fine, but in the chaos just now, he was kicked several times and his body was bruised.

"How could it be all right? This is the wound medicine that the Taoist priest gave you. You rub it on your body." Wen Xiang stuffed the medicine bottle in his hand to Tusun.

Hearing that it was the medicine given by the Taoist priest, Tusun immediately caught it, and asked cautiously, "Taoist priest, are you not angry?"

"Why is he angry?" Wen Xiang wondered.

"Before the Taoist priest left, he specifically told me to protect you, but I failed to do so, and even hurt you."

There is still this one, Wen Xiang is very beautiful in her heart, but she said coquettishly on her face: "The Taoist priest will not be angry for such a trivial matter. Besides, you have tried your best, if you want to blame it, you can blame the group of people who eat vegetarian meals."

"The Taoist priest is really not angry?" Tusun confirmed again and again.

"The Taoist priest is not only not angry, on the contrary, he also praised you for doing a good job and asked me to give you the wound medicine."

Wen Xiang fooled Tu Sun with a few casual words, and he happily went back to the house to apply the medicine with the medicine bottle in his hand.

Just as Wen Xiang and the others cleaned up the mess, Lu Xunjian had already rolled back to Li Xiancheng to report the "tragedy".

Jiang Yongqing was waiting for the good news at his uncle, but he didn't expect the bad news instead of the good news.

After listening to the inspector Lu's report, Li Xiancheng slumped on his seat and muttered, "It's over, it's over, it's over."

"Uncle, how did that Changqing Temple's high skill come so coincidentally? Could it be that Taoist hired a counterfeit to replace it?"

Li Xiancheng raised his head and stared at his nephew viciously: "Wang Jiaoyu deals with Changqingguan all day long, is it fake, doesn't he know?"

Pointing to Jiang Yongqing again, he said, "You idiot, when I asked you about that Taoist's Taoist name, how did you say you didn't?"

"I...I...I didn't know he had a Taoist name?" Jiang Yongqing looked annoyed, and asked Qiao Si more if he knew it.

"Do you know who he is?" Li Xiancheng said coldly.

"I don't know." Jiang Yongqing was very honest.

Li Xiancheng was so pissed off by his stupid nephew, he jumped up, kicked Jiang Yongqing to the ground, and shouted sharply: "He is a Taoist from Sanqing Mountain."

"Even Master Zhi is respectful to him, how dare you collect his protection fee? If you can't get it, forget it, and you even killed your uncle and me, do you know that!"

Li Xiancheng kicked Jiang Yongqing violently while cursing.

Jiang Yongqing fell to the ground and didn't dare to resist, so he could only hold his head and admit his mistake: "I was wrong, I was wrong, uncle, I don't know, just let me go."

Li Xiancheng stopped beating his nephew violently, and his face was miserable: "Now it's not a question of whether I will spare you or not, but a question of whether I can still sit firmly in your uncle's place?"

"Ah?" Jiang Yongqing looked confused. After all, he was just a rascal in the market. He had never dealt with Taoist priests before, so he didn't know how serious the matter was.

Lu Xunjian is more self-aware, he looks like he is waiting to die: In any case, he will be blamed for this blame.

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