Linjiang City, the eastern suburbs, is a dilapidated community.

On the second floor of the cement brick building, Sister Mao took out the key and opened the door.

The house is old and the living room is messy. There are two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It is less than 60 square meters in size. It seems very crowded to have to be placed in so much space.

In the cottage, a little girl was sleeping without taking off her clothes. She fell asleep on the bed. Sister Mao took her to the bed and took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.

After gently closing the door, Sister Mao came to the living room and hugged Qin Kun.

Qin Kun was stunned.

"... Didn't you agree that you won't eat me? Besides, there are children at home..."

Sister Mao leaned on Qin Kun's chest very comfortably and whispered: "I want to find some sense of security, but I don't want anything. I don't have a man myself. No matter who you are, can I just hug me for the time being?"

Yes, it’s very straightforward, Qin Kun seems stingy to refuse.

The living room was very quiet. Sister Mao hugged Qin Kun hard before letting go.

"Mr. Qin, thank you." Sister Mao raised her head and said sincerely.

"It's just a matter of effort." Qin Kun didn't plan to tell her the absurd story about the Fuze Huiyu of the ancestors of Maojie. It's good that things just go by.

Qin Kun sat on the sofa, and Sister Mao found that Qin Kun had no villainous behavior. While disappointed, she was a little admirable in her eyes.

"Mr. Qin, are you... a Taoist priest? I saw it all in the toilet."

Sister Mao's eyes widened and still felt a little unbelievable. She was so thrilling and critical at that time. She felt that she would never forget her despair and her final satisfaction.

Sister Mao actually wants to repay Qin Kun in a different way, but Qin Kun doesn’t mean that, so she doesn’t want to fulfill this kindness. After a person matures, some things need to be kept in mind, not in his mouth.

The other party saw everything, and Qin Kun took the risk to rescue her just now. Thinking about it, he almost played with it. It was always bad if he didn't explain.

Qin Kun touched his nose: "That's right."

Sister Mao poured a glass of water for Qin Kun, and sat by himself, holding her chin and said, "It's so amazing... Are you Taoist priests so rich? Are you rewards for subduing demons and eliminating demons? I don't have the money to give you..."

Qin Kun's expression was stiff... Why did the key point suddenly change? This is too realistic.

Qin Kun smiled wryly and said, "Some Taoist priests are indeed rich, and I am poor. As for the cause and effect account, you don't owe me what you want, thank your ancestors."

Sister Mao suddenly became interested: "Yes, I forgot if you don't say it. Mr. Qin, my ancestors are also Taoist priests who are still secular!"

Um?

Qin Kun frowned.

Sister Mao said seriously: "Really! When I was a child, my grandmother told me that my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather is a Taoist priest."

Sister Mao suddenly remembered something and ran into the house and flipped around.

After a while, I took out an iron box.

"Look, there are a lot of things left by the ancestors."

In the iron box, there are many booklets with loose pages, including the family tree of Sister Mao, strange pictures, and even a piece of uneven stone.

Qin Kun was curious and looked at it. Sister Mao’s ancestors might only know how to write. The text above was simple and popular. Her grandfather’s father was an adopted son, and his bloodline was passed down to Sister Mao. The previous generations were single-handed, and then the incense was cut off.

Looking at those pictures, Qin Kun narrowed his eyes. The pictures were made of sheepskin, rolled together, with human shapes and pinholes on them. The special thing is that the picture has only the spine except the outline.

Sister Mao saw that Qin Kun was a little fascinated, so she leaned over and elbowed Qin Kun: "Mr. Qin, you just had your own business, right?"

Qin Kun said casually: "Ah yes."

Sister Mao was happy and said with anticipation: "Then do you want to get married if you are as poor as you?"

"Ah?" Qin Kun turned his head and looked at Sister Cat.

Sister Mao looked shy as a little woman: "My sister is not young this year. Although she often hangs around, she has never slept with anyone yet. Don't believe it. She always has the moment of interruption of unexpected situations. Can you... be a good idea for her to look at her partner?"

Qin Kun was so excited that his hot eyes made him laugh and cry.

I'll make a fuss, what's the trouble? The yellow-flowered daughter???

"Sister, you have children..."

Qin Kun has a dark face.

"If you have children, you can't be the eldest daughter of a yellow flower?"

Sister Mao snorted coldly, then whispered: "Mr. Qin, Xiaoxiao... is not my child, I picked it up. She was abandoned on the road a few years ago. I don't know what was wrong with it. She was bewitched and brought back..."

"Sorry." Qin Kun said sincerely.

"It doesn't matter."

Sister Mao lit a cigarette, and her sad face was a little scattered: "But I don't regret it. After all, the child is right. If my grandfather's grandfather's father had not been adopted back then, he might have lost me."

Smoke is shrouded.

Qin Kun was a little impressed at this moment.

No, people who take other people's lives seriously are definitely not bad people.

Qin Kun held the uneven stone in the iron box that was touched, looked at Sister Mao and said, "Have your ancestors said that what this is?"

Sister Mao was stunned and said, "My grandma said that this is the heirloom of our Lu family. A few years ago, I used it to appraise the treasure, and the experts said I was a liar..."

Qin Kun was speechless, holding the stone, and sighed: "This is a family heirloom, but not an ordinary family heirloom. This is a practice stone."

Practice stone?

Sister Mao's expression was dull and she didn't understand what Qin Kun meant.

Qin Kun spread out his sheepskin and stared at the six pictures above.

sky……

Six-style dragon technique!

The Douzong regarded it as a treasure, and now it spread out in front of him, even practicing stones! Qin Kun felt that he had a great fortune.

The spine above is the dragon bone mentioned by Douzong. The Ren and Du meridians of the human body pass vertically from the human body. The dragon bone is the basis to support the qi and veins of the whole body. If you practice dragon skills, you naturally need to practice a big dragon. The big dragon refers to the spine.

Qin Kun sighed in his heart, it was a fucking coincidence.

If Mr. Ge finds out that he has such a great fortune, will he be angry to death when he finds out?

Sister Mao found that Qin Kun's hand holding the stone was strange. Like the dragon claws, she had played with the stone before and felt that it was the same as the massage stone. However, after Qin Kun held it, the momentum of a single hand was completely different.

"Sister Cat, you just said you wanted to find a partner?"

The topic was pulled back again, and Sister Mao nodded blankly: "Is there any suitable one?"

"Are you the Three Yin Body?"

"Ah? What?"

She didn't understand, so Qin Kun didn't ask. Marrying Wedding said that the male ghost just used the Five Yin escape, and when he got Yin, the Yin earth, and the three Yin bodies were added.

Sister Mao must be a body of three yin.

"I can find you a good match!"

Sister Mao quickly wiped out the smoke and said carefully: "I study less, don't lie to me."

"I also read less, but I don't lie."

Qin Kun paused and added, "But he is indeed very poor."

Sister Mao was already blinded by happiness.

Qin Kun just said that he was poor and drove a big brigade. If he was poor, he would be a 20-year-old car? That's enough.

"It's okay, men can only start a business after getting married. If they are poor, they will be considered to be hard-working." Sister Mao rubbed her hands and suddenly became dignified, her cheeks flushed slightly, "Mr. Qin, am I a little too anxious?"

"What if you don't have to hurry up?" Qin Kun snorted coldly, "I'll call now."

The phone number was out, and Nie Yuxuan from the northeast was lying in the cusp.

When he found that Qin Kun had a call, he answered and whispered: "Qin Heigou, it's almost 5 o'clock in the evening?! What's the matter?"

"Nie Huzi, what are you doing? The wind is so loud?"

"A few shamans who are not in a climate are cheating. I'm squatting outside and I'm talking about it quickly."

"Oh, nothing big, I've found a partner for you."

On the other end of the phone, Nie Yuxuan froze.

"What's the matter?" Nie Yuxuan's Linjiang accent had been assimilated into a Northeast accent. When he heard the news from Qin Kun, he was like a lightning strike.

When Sister Mao’s house, the door of the cottage suddenly opened. A timid little girl walked out and suddenly saw Qin Kun. She was stunned for a moment and shouted carefully: "Hello uncle..."

"So good." Qin Kun touched the little girl's head and handed her the phone, "Call Dad."

The little girl was stunned, still holding her cell phone timidly, and said sweetly: "Dad..."

My day!

Nie Yuxuan's knuckles were white when he pinched the phone, and his voice was extremely low, and he was on the verge of anger.

"Qin Heigou...what are you doing..."
To be continued...