Wuxia, Auntie, I really don't want a girlfriend

This repulsive force gradually caused Ning Weijing's skills to be backfired.

The pain instantly spread throughout Song Li's body.

He felt that this pain was familiar.

Song Li shouted loudly.

Ning Weijing's skills were "eaten up" by this kind of power.

This forced him to stop.

Ning Weijin took back his power.

Song Li immediately collapsed to the ground.

Ning Weijing suffered backlash and had a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

Spit beside him.

"It seems that it still doesn't work."

Ning Weijin stood up and looked at Song Li.

Song Li was breathing heavily with difficulty.

"Why? Why is it still not working?"

"Who is this person who has blocked the meridians in my body?"

He used all his strength to punch the ground hard.

"This matter cannot be rushed."

Ning Weijin went straight to the inner room and sat cross-legged.

I picked up the book and continued reading.

Although his vitality was damaged.

But it is based on Ning Weijing's skill.

It can be restored in less than half a day.

It took Song Li a long time to catch his breath.

He stood up and walked in front of Ning Weijin.

"I want to find this person."

Ning Weijin raised his head and glanced at him.

"Do you think it's that easy to find?"

Song Li refused to give up.

I don't want to be imprisoned.

Miao Chenqing taught him the art of puppetry.

He didn't want it to be lost.

Song Li wanted to develop his puppetry skills to a greater extent.

"Master Ning, you must have some clues, right?"

"If I can't find that person one day."

"I will not be able to control the combat puppets for a day."

"Don't you also want me to be able to control the puppets to fight?"

Song Li is right.

In fact, Ning Weijin was more anxious than him.

But Ning Weijin was always thinking about it.

If this is the person who blocked Song Li’s meridians.

Now dead.

Where would he find it?

"Not in a hurry."

Ning Weijing: three simple words.

This made Song Li even more anxious.

"Master Ning, you clearly said there's no rush."

"But you keep pushing me every day."

"What are you waiting for?"

Song Li asked suddenly.

Ning Weijin looked at Song Li.

"Take out that wooden hairpin."

Song Li took out a wooden hairpin from his chest.

Handed it to Ning Weijin.

Ning Weijin took it.

The way he looked at Mu Zan was as if he was looking at an old friend.

"I guess she might have blocked your meridians."

"Let this technique no longer spread."

Song Li was even more confused now.

Since Miao Chenqing taught him the art of puppetry.

Why can't he be allowed to continue using the puppet technique?

"It can't be her."

Ning Weijing was surprised by Song Li's answer.

Ning Weijin turned and looked at Song Li.

"How to say?"

"Since my master taught me this puppet technique."

"I don't want it to be lost."

"As for blocking my meridians."

"There must be someone else who has ulterior motives."

At this time, a crack appeared on the wooden hairpin.

White light flickered in the gap.

The two looked at the wooden hairpin in surprise.

Ning Weijing said to Song Li.

"Stretch out your hand."

Song Li stretched out his hand.

Ning Weijing placed the wooden hairpin in Song Li's palm.

"Master Ning, is this what I just said?"

"Did it react?"

Ning Weijing had never seen such a scene before.

"I don't know, has this hairpin been following you?"

Song Li nodded.

"It's always been with me, oddly enough."

"I've thought about pawning it a few times for some money."

"But the pawnshop said this hairpin is worthless."

“I just carry it with me all the time.”

.......

Chapter 323 Song Li's memory reappears

"Once, I stole a steamed bun from a roadside stall."

"The shopkeeper called his men to chase me halfway down the street."

"I was trapped in a dead end by them."

"They searched my entire body and found this wooden hairpin."

"But after a while, they all ran away in terror."

"I thought it was the Bodhisattva who showed up to bless me."

"He just took the wooden hairpin and ran away."

Ning Weijin looked at the wooden hairpin.

"This wooden hairpin is Chen Qing's relic."

"Now it seems that this wooden hairpin has become spiritual."

While talking.

The wooden hairpin cracked bit by bit in Song Li's hand.

The cracks are getting bigger.

The white light became brighter and brighter.

Ning Weijin watched the wooden hairpin crack.

I couldn't help but utter a word.

"Chen Qing liked white the most when he was alive."

The next second, the wooden hairpin was suspended in the air in Song Li's hand.

The room was flickering with the white light from the wooden hairpin.

At this moment, the wooden hairpin disappeared.

Small round white balls drilled into Song Li's forehead.

Song Li seemed to be frozen in place.

He stood there with his eyes closed.

But in his mind.

But some pictures flashed by.

They are all the little things that happened with Miao Chenqing in the past.

I didn't expect what was hidden in this wooden hairpin.

It turned out to be Song Li’s previous memory storage.

More and more images appeared in Song Li's mind.

slowly.

He remembered what happened in the past.

Saw it too.

The scene of Miao Chenqing being killed.

And this man.