Why are there any possibility of lesions?

She has been keeping a low profile and never robbing Su Yue of the limelight, in order to send her to Prince Lu's Mansion with steadily. She is determined to become Prince Lu's Princess, how can she not help her?

"Okay, I will send someone to check it out. What is the old Taoist priest busy with recently?"

"I'm idle, where are you."

Heavy Machine reached out to stroke his white beard and looked at Su Li with a smile. Su Li thought for a while and poked her head out.

"I need time to recover from my body after I prepare for the hidden world."

"That happens, Lao Dao has two books for you to practice by the way."

Su Li's face turned cold. This old-fashioned book must be a book for drawing talismans. She really doesn't want to learn it. It takes a lot of effort to draw talismans, and she has not learned any internal energy at all now.

This old Taoist began to think about finding his disciple. Isn’t Tianzhuzi also his disciple? He can pass on everything.

"Don't learn?"

The talisman in the old Taoist hand appeared and was pasted on Su Li's carriage. Then Su Li felt that the carriage was about a thousand pounds, and the horse could not pull it at all. Su Li bit her lip and focused her head.

"study."

"Okay, be good."

The old Taoist was satisfied, raised his head and turned around and left with a smile. Su Li pursed her lips tightly and glared at the old Taoist of Heavy Machinery. Drawing talismans is something that requires peace of mind. She is really worried that she doesn't have that good patience. The old Taoist's eyes are really not very good. You can choose a better one to choose a disciple.

He lay at the window full of thoughts, looking at the chill outside, but when he was looking up inadvertently, he saw Su Changqing from afar.

Who does he seem to be following?

Looking forward along Su Changqing's eyes, Su Li could see clearly that the man was Leng Qinglin and Leng. What did Su Changqing do with him?

After Leng Qinglin turned to an alley, Su Changqing accelerated his pace. Su Li hid his face and saw a flower pot full of soil smashing down at a window above Leng Qinglin's head.

"careful."

Su Changqing rushed up quickly and dragged Leng Qinglin away. The moment Leng Qinglin jumped away, the mud pot smashed down with a bang, scattering in all directions, making Leng Qinglin feel a little weak.

"Brother Leng, are you okay?"

Su Changqing asked while looking up at the flower pot. The board where the flower pot was placed had broken in half. It seemed that she had not paid attention for a long time and could not bear it.

Su Changqing jumped up the stairs, took a look inside and outside, and then jumped down again.

"Brother Leng, there is no one inside. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise it would be hard to say about this. The house is dusty at the time. It seems that no one has lived in it for a month."

"Thank you, Brother Su, for your help. I have no choice but to repay you. Brother Su has time, how about the gathering of flowers on the building?"

Leng Qinglin took out a handkerchief and gently stroked the sweat on his forehead, and his face turned pale. If he was hit by that pot of stuff, even if he was not dead, he would not be far from death.

He hurriedly thanked Su Changqing. Su Changqing smiled and replied, asking him not to be polite. Then the two started a chat.

Su Li looked at them walking towards Huamanlou and frowned slightly. Su Changqing said that there was no one on the floor, but she clearly saw a figure through the window. In other words, this matter was arranged by Su Changqing, so what was his purpose?

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