Chapter 66： Don't you still have talent to show off?

  Chapter 66 Don't you still have talents to show off?

   "Brother Han, someone is looking for you."

  Han Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about how to gain yin energy by brushing monsters, when Yuniang's voice sounded in the yard.

   "Here we come." Han Zhao walked out.

  An old servant with a familiar face stood in the yard. It was Zhou Zheng, the housekeeper of Xu's house.

  Han Zhao stepped forward: "Butler Zhou."

   Steward Zhou bowed his hands and said with a smile, "Young Master Han, Miss is hosting a banquet at the house, please come over."

  Han Zhao was taken aback when he heard the words.

  Have a banquet?

  Han Zhao looked down at his wrinkled lake blue dress, and said, "Butler Zhou, go back first, I'll change clothes and go."

   "The carriage is right outside the door, I'll be waiting for you here."

   Steward Zhou said with a respectful expression.

   Still coming to the carriage?

  Han Zhao glanced outside the door.

  Not far from the door, there was a gorgeously decorated carriage parked.

  Xinqiaofang is not close to the inner city, and it will take more than ten minutes to walk there. However, with his foot strength as a warrior, he arrived quickly, and it was slower to take a carriage.

"alright, please wait."

  Han Zhao went back to the room to change clothes.

  He changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

  Yuniang moved the ladder under the eaves to the wall to stabilize it, then climbed up the ladder, trying to remove the dried sausages hanging from the beams.

  Han Zhao looked up and saw that the sky was full of dark clouds, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

   "Yu Niang, I won't come back to eat tonight, you can eat by yourself." Han Zhao stepped forward and helped her hold the ladder, and didn't ask her if she wanted to go with her. After all, she was a little socially afraid of strangers.

   "Okay." Yuniang replied.

   Steward Zhou waited patiently in the yard. He was not at all surprised that there was an extra woman in Han Zhao's family.

   It's too normal, and it's not too small.

  After putting the ladder away for Yuniang, Han Zhao walked up to Butler Zhou, "Butler Zhou, you have been waiting for a long time."

   Squeak~

  Yu Niang locked the door from the inside.

   This is what Han Zhao told her every time she went out.

  —Name: Yu Niang (Ice Whisperer·Half Demon)

  —Cultivation Method: Health Preservation Formula (the first layer has a small score of 25%, which can be improved)

  Before leaving, Han Zhao checked the property panel, and found that Yuniang practiced health regimen much faster than he did before.

  Based on this, it should be easier for Xu Ling, who has better aptitude, to master the first level of the regimen.

   He has personally experienced how much zhenqi can assist the Jinli exercise.

  The carriage traveled halfway, and the sky began to rain heavily. Dense raindrops fell, cracking and crackling on the roof of the carriage.

  Han Zhao opened the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his vision was blurred. Looking at the pedestrians running to avoid the rain on the street, and smelling the faint fragrance in the carriage similar to Xu Ling's body fragrance, a trace of comfort came to his heart.

   It is the fourth year since I came to this world.

  He used to like to sleep listening to the sound of rain on rainy days.

   "Young Master Han, we're here."

   After an unknown amount of time, Butler Zhou's voice sounded from outside the carriage.

  Han Zhao raised the curtain, and the concierge had already opened the big umbrella and waited in front of the carriage.

  Walking Han Zhao all the way to the door of the wing room in the backyard, Steward Zhou paused, "Mr. Han, please! Miss is inside."

  The melodious sound of the flute came from the wing room, and the beautiful rhythm spread to Han Zhao's ears. In fact, he heard the sound of the flute just now in the corridor.

   Unexpectedly, Xu Ling invited a musician. Could it be to celebrate his birthday specially?

   But the time seems to be wrong.

  Han Zhao thought to himself, and pushed open the door.

Xu Ling was sitting facing the door, holding a flute and playing it intently. Unlike usual, she wore all kinds of exercise clothes as her daily clothing. Today she was wearing a slightly bright pink tube top dress with a light gauze painting silk cover. , the snow-white round shoulders looming under the shawl.

  The tube top dress that was supposed to only reveal her collarbone and shoulders was worn on her body, but her **** were half exposed, ready to come out.

  Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Xu Ling turned around, revealing a delicate face with a little makeup on, with raised willow eyebrows, spring-like almond eyes, and slightly pursed red lips.

  Just looking at her small and round face, I feel that it is full of the youthful atmosphere of a girl, and the proud figure of the crisp white snow is full of the mature style of a young woman.

  Han Zhao had communicated with Xu Ling before because of his practice.

   But he has never seen such a world.

   "I just found out that you can play the flute." Han Zhao tried to be as calm as possible.

  However, the eyes have already betrayed him.

   "My eldest sister taught me when she was at home. Besides the flute, I also know a little bit of flute." Xu Ling noticed Han Zhao's gaze and was a little shy.

  Han Zhao looked at Xu Ling's ruddy lips: "Can you also play Xiao?"

  Xu Ling smiled lightly.

   "It's really versatile." Seeing Xu Lingchunqing's appearance, Han Zhao was so full of flirtatious words that he couldn't speak.

   "The piece I played just now is called 'Phoenix Yu Fei', yes. I have already learned that one. Tomorrow is your birthday, tonight." Xu Ling lowered his eyes.

  Although what she said was intermittent, Han Zhao still didn't understand.

   This was the first time someone celebrated his birthday after he came to this world. At this moment, he felt joy and warmth in his heart.

  Han Zhao stepped forward.

  Xu Ling pinched the front of his clothes tightly, raised his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

  However, a manly robe was draped over her body.

   "It's cold at night, have you completed your Luanfeng and Minggong?" Han Zhao wrapped Xu Ling's coat and sat down on the chair opposite her.

   "It's a little bit close." Xu Ling replied truthfully, feeling different from what he expected.

   "Is there any sign of breaking through the blood training level?"

   Han Zhao continued.

   "Yes, but I have finished eating the jerky snake meat, so I haven't purchased it yet." Xu Ling nodded.

   "I'll teach you a skill that can increase your chances of breaking through the blood training realm." Han Zhao said seriously, raising his head slightly.

   "Junior Brother Han, don't you want to? Do you think me?" Xu Ling looked a little nervous.

Looking at her delicate face, Han Zhao breathed heavily: "Cultivating together now should help you break through the blood training realm, but it can't bring you greater benefits, and I haven't reached the peak of Qi and blood growth yet. Waiting for your exercises Consummation, preferably after breaking through the blood training realm."

   "Understood." Xu Ling smiled, and it sounded like Junior Brother Han was talking about him from left to right, but looking at that red-eyed look about to eat people already explained everything.

   "Now, don't tempt me anymore, you know?" Han Zhao wrapped her coat tightly for her.

   What a headache!

   "Hmm!" Xu Ling smiled blushingly, as if thinking of something, suddenly revealed a sly look: "Junior Brother Han, are you feeling bad?"

   "You!" Han Zhao stood up and lifted the coat that was draped over Xu Ling.

   "Junior Brother Han?"

   "Follow me!" Han Zhao pulled her closer to the inner room.

   "What are you going to do...?"

   "Don't you still have talent to show?"

"what?"

   "In addition to playing the flute, I also want to watch you play the xiao."

   "You said just now that you want to teach me a skill."

   "Tomorrow is my birthday, let's get down to business first!" Han Zhao pinched Xu Ling's face, pretending to be fierce.

   PS: I originally planned to write a big chapter for this chapter to give out box lunches to Boss Qi, but recently I stayed up too much late, got angry, and my throat was swollen and sore. Let Boss Qi live one more day. What's more, the content of the main text has been deleted, otherwise it will not be published.

  

  

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