Yuanxia Park.

Secluded corner.

Qin Ming had long been used to Ning Moli's daily problems in his head, so he was no longer surprised, but when he heard such an outrageous answer, he looked confused and could not understand for a moment.

‘The promised construction will work miraculously.’

‘What kind of reminder is this?’

Qin Ming seemed to have thousands of horses galloping in his heart, so he had to swallow the words on his lips.

He thought about it again.

This also indirectly shows how desperate the gap between the two is. Ning Moli believes that the Martial Saint has no power to resist and even difficulty in escaping.

So Qin Ming asked: "Mr. Ning, how did you come to this conclusion?"

but……

Ning Moli had no time to pay attention to him.

Gudong, Gudong, Ning Moli ate the meat buns voraciously, and then drank soy milk, looking satisfied.

You must know.

Before the aura appeared.

Ning Moli does not have a fixed income, and is an elderly person who is worried about food and clothing and barely survives. Fortunately, the government has subsidies. Usually, they can flip through the trash cans and pick up more plastic bottles to exchange for some money.

I don't know when it starts.

The era when two or three plastic bottles can be sold for a cent has passed, and it has become sold by pound, less than one pound or one dollar.

Ning Moli, who was originally short of food and clothing, suddenly suffered a huge blow this time and almost lost the courage to survive. He had no children, no children, and no grandchildren. His only source of income was gone, and he could not find his place in today's era and society... Fortunately, there were kind-hearted people who often visited the county cinema every Spring Festival and watched a movie entertainment activity.

"well."

Memories came and mixed feelings were mixed. Ning Moli was holding the warm soy milk, which was a little clumsy, but she drank it clean.

Follow immediately.

The old man shook his head with unfulfilled desire.

“(●_●)”

Qin Ming looked strange.

Why does Uncle Ning drink a cup of soy milk every morning, as if he treats it as agar jade liquid?

Really that delicious?

The boss has added more information today?

Please give me a bit of a strong martial arts demeanor and style!

Qin Ming looked down, took a sip suspiciously, closed his eyes and tasted it: "Okay, it's a bit sweet."

Wait for a while.

When Ning Moli swept the wind and killed all ten meat buns, Qin Ming reminded: "There is anything about spiritual creatures, is it difficult for the Martial Saint to escape?"

Ning Moli corrected with a serious look on his face: "Escape from them is the difficulty of no way to go to heaven and earth."

Qin Ming: "I understand, it's a nightmare."

However, another question followed, and he wondered: "How did you know this kind of thing."

The morning light shone, and it was a little dazzling. Ning Moli said with ease: "Actually, I have a martial saint friend."

"He has seen aura creature."

"Those things are huge in size and look crystal clear, like natural creations, with a thrilling beauty - it's hard to describe, but as long as you take a look, you will never forget them."

Qin Ming summarized it.

It turns out that Uncle Ning has a martial saint friend... He has made a lot of friends, no wonder he knows so much.

The appearance of a spiritual creature is like a magnificent treasure, and it always feels very perfunctory!

I'm afraid that the man is uneducated and has a short vocabulary and cannot describe it.

A few moments.

Qin Ming flashed his spirit, looked at Ning Moli, and asked in a low voice: "It's not a friend out of nothing, right? Mr. Ning, you, a martial saint friend, are you referring to yourself?"

"hehe."

Ning Moli's old face turned black, his mouth twitched, and his voice hoarse: "You have a lot of imagination, and you can really overestimate the old man."

What does this have to do with imagination? It is clearly a reasonable speculation based on facts. Qin Ming squinted his eyes and observed it.

The next moment.

Ning Moli shook his head: "I am an ordinary martial artist, with a lack of vision and limited knowledge... What else do you want to ask? Taking advantage of the old man's mood today, I will ask them all, otherwise there will be no chance. I will have to go out for a long trip next month."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming was surprised: "Where will you go? Are you not coming back?"

With a click, Ning Moli pressed the lighter, lit a cigarette, took a few sips, and suddenly rubbed his teeth.

"I won't go back."

"We probably won't see you in the future."

As soon as this statement came out, Qin Ming was stunned, intending to keep him but didn't know what to say.

Given the system prompts [between life and death], he was alert and always very cautious.

After these days of harmonious coexistence, I gradually lost my guardianship. I just thought it was an abnormal-minded old man. He was terrible and interesting. He had the reputation of having no teacher.

Ning Moli took action, which made him make his progress leaps and bounds on the road to martial arts practice.

In addition to telling him which exercises he should practice, which aspects he focuses on, and what matters he should pay attention to. Occasionally, he also uses invisible internal forces in the air to help him evacuate his muscles and bones, open up meridians, reduce body pressure, and improve flexibility. Various benefits - it seems to lay the foundation for him, worrying that his strength will hurt himself too much.

Although at the beginning, Ning Moli emphasized that only teaching practice is impossible to practice martial arts.

Probably not very good memory.

I'll forget it slowly.

When Qin Ming thought of this, he almost laughed out loud, seriously suspected that Ning Moli was forgetful.

'Oh shit.'

‘I just know.’

This kid must have been secretly happy in his heart, wishing he could pick up the firecrackers to celebrate. Ning Moli glanced at Qin Ming expressionlessly.

"well."

Qin Ming scratched his head and glanced at Ning Moli.

After this old man registered his B-site account.

When you learn new words every day, you will be amazing. All kinds of unexpected daily behaviors are simply the source of happiness, much more interesting than falling in love!

OK.

When you leave, I will go to find Liu Shan and continue to hold the strong martial artist's thighs... Qin Ming secretly wondered if this idea was too ruthless.

At this moment.

Ning Moli's low voice sounded in his ears: "What are you having fun?"

"...I don't have it, it's impossible." Qin Ming waved his hand quickly and looked at him. Ning Moli had washed his black coat many times. The corners of his clothes turned white, full of age and deterrence.

The air suddenly became quiet.

After a moment.

Qin Ming sighed and wiped the tears that did not exist at all in the corner of his eyes: "The old man will never return. I feel sad, two parts reluctant to leave, three parts sad, and four parts longing. As the saying goes, I will send you to the east gate of Luntai, and there will be a place for horses to walk over the snow!"

"The fan-shaped statistics chart is good." Ning Moli nodded with satisfaction: "Let's do this, I need your help."

Qin Mingyi Bo Yuntian said: "Mr. Ning, just say it."

Anyway, you can talk first, and then you will ask if you help.

It should be noted that Ning Moli is a martial artist. What kind of help can he provide? If even a martial artist can't do anything about this, he must be cautious and do what he can.

“That’s right.”

Ning Moli rubbed his hands and said in a deep voice: "I'm tight recently, so I'll lend me two thousand first, and I'll give it back to you on WeChat if I have time."

Qin Ming: "..."

He was completely shocked.

No, no, you are the second level of martial arts practice with only more than 100 people in the country!

The strong martial artists are so poor.

Liu Shan's figure flashed through Qin Ming's mind, and then compared with Ning Moli, his wrinkled face, without expression, as if a line of words was written in a crooked manner:

I, Ning Moli, send money immediately!
To be continued...