[Chapter 79 Chapter 79 The Female Teacher’s Dog Training Rules (6)]
Look at his posture, he seems to want to take off his pants to prove it.
Yan Qing slapped him on the head and said, "Stop talking nonsense and talk to your sister about something serious."
She was afraid that she would feel guilty if she ate grass that was too tender.
"Promising yourself to me is a serious matter." Tong Yu pouted and followed her with a wronged look on his face.
The two entered a dark alley, where there was no one around and it was the best place to talk.
When Yan Qing mentioned that he had helped him find his family, he looked uninterested.
"No relative is more attractive to me than my sister."
He stroked his glasses and spoke seriously.
When a person grows up, it makes no difference to him whether he has family or not.
He had never been curious about who his father was since he was a child.
Yan Qing narrowed his eyes: "They will find you soon."
She walked up to the boy like an elder and straightened his collar.
"Recognizing your relatives can allow you to get something that was once out of reach. Any choice you make requires looking forward."
The afterglow of the setting sun casts a shadow on the blue bricks, marking a clear boundary line at the entrance of the alley.
In the semi-light and semi-darkness, there were two people's elongated shadows facing each other.
Yan Qing looked at him with a smile, exuding the gentle temperament of a caring older sister.
Tong Yu looked at her, then suddenly put his arms around her waist and pushed her against the wall.
The boy's gentle and handsome face is like an ink painting with great charm in the interweaving of light and shadow.
He leaned over Yan Qing's ear and turned his head to stare at her: "Does those unreachable things also include my sister?"
Yan Qing patted his face lightly: "Sister only plays love games with adults."
She pushed the man away, with a smile on her face, "Okay, let's end our conversation here."
She turned and walked out of the alley without even glancing at the person behind her.
"My sister hasn't told me her name yet." The young man's clear voice came.
"Yan Qing."
She paused slightly, "Perhaps we have a chance to become the closest allies."
The last ray of light was swallowed up by the alley entrance, and the entire long alley was shrouded in darkness.
The person standing in the alley seemed to be swallowed by the thick fog.
"The closest ally..." He repeated Yan Qing's words, and a low laugh spread in his chest.
Tong Yu touched the collar that Yan Qing had just brushed, and poked her cheek with the tip of her tongue: "Sister, you must not underestimate human greed."
How could a man like him give up easily if he couldn't get what he wanted?
Of course he would trace his roots back to his ancestors.
Even if the Tong family didn't come to pick him up, he would take the initiative to find them.
Now, he seemed to have found something more interesting than witnessing the decline of the Tong family with his own eyes.
The boy walked out of the dark alley, his slightly messy hair gently pasting his ears, and the silver-rimmed plain glasses on his nose made him look gentle and refined.
The Tong family was quite efficient, and with Yan Qing's guidance, they quickly found the person.
Yan Qing came to Qingyun Temple early the next morning and had two meals.
The stingy Taoist Ziwei felt very hurt, especially after seeing her eating the roast chicken he had snatched at half price, he was so angry that he fumed.
The rules of the Zhengyi Sect are not complicated, and there is no restriction on drinking alcohol or eating meat.
So he would occasionally buy some wine and meat to satisfy his hunger.
"You little girl, don't you know to leave some for me!"
His eyes were wide open, as if they were photoshopped, and the wrinkles on his face were almost flattened.
Yan Qing sucked his fingers without any image, grinned at him and said, "Don't worry, you will be able to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day with Uncle Master in the future."
The old man was quite nice and it was very comfortable to get along with him.
Taoist Ziwei burped exaggeratedly before he even started eating.
It's just that I was fed up with the pie in the sky she painted.
The two of them had just met for the first time yesterday, but they got along like old friends.
Sometimes rapport is just so magical.
"No one comes to visit you for no reason. Don't tell me that you are here just to eat for free."
Taoist Ziwei spoke curiously.
Yan cleared his throat and put on a profound expression: "Of course I came here for the three gossips yesterday."
She tapped her fingers and suddenly said, "Here it comes."
The next moment, Tong's housekeeper popped his head out of the simple courtyard. He looked at her with a respectful look, but there was also a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"The master sent me to invite the immortal." The butler bowed, "If it weren't for the inconvenience of my legs and feet, the master would come to see you in person."
"Immortal, immortal?" Taoist Ziwei popped his head out from the side of Yan Qing, and the man was in a dazed state.
We just haven’t seen each other for one night, how come he has advanced?
They all turned from real people into immortals.
Realizing that he had lost his composure, he immediately straightened his back and returned to his former sage-like appearance.
He looked at Yan Qing, as if he had something to ask, but was concerned about the presence of outsiders.
Yan Qingchao's housekeeper waved his hand and said, "You go to the foot of the mountain first, I will follow soon."
Seeing that the person had left, Taoist Ziwei asked hurriedly, "Did the hexagram come true?"
Yan Qing acted like a superior: "Of course."
Taoist Ziwei Daoyangshi was surprised, but suddenly he put on a flattering smile and changed his address to her from "little girl" to "uncle master".
"Uncle Master, can you give me some pointers?"
Not to mention the uncle master, with his ability of fortune-telling with fingers, he can even be called the ancestor.
"I was just lucky, and the Grandmaster enlightened me in my dream."
Yan Qing said innocently.
Taoist Master Ziwei was even more excited when he heard this: "Where should I kowtow to invite the master into my dream?"
Yan Qing gave him a mysterious smile.
After watching her go down the mountain, Taoist Ziwei trotted into the temple and burned three incense sticks to the founder.
After thinking about it, he kowtowed a few times to the heaven and earth and the four directions.
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The car sped all the way to the Tong family's own villa area. From the front, there were three pure white European-style buildings in a row, as dreamy as a castle in a fairy tale.
As you enter the garden, you will see countless precious flowers and plants.
Tong Ruhai personally went to the door to meet her, and the two of them chatted and laughed all the way to the study.
"The real person is indeed very smart."
He handed over the check on the table with a smile.
Yan Qing didn't even look at the check, he just said calmly: "I helped because Mr. Tong and my sect have a connection."
Tong Ruhai was in awe of this otherworldly demeanor: "A little money is not enough to show respect."
Yan Qing then took a glance and thought that he was worthy of being the richest man, as he could spend 50 million casually.
"Since it's incense money, just send it to Qingyun Temple."
She: I'll find the old man to share the spoils later.
Tong Ruhai: He is indeed a man of great virtue who is not bound by material possessions.
Yan Qing took a sip of tea and said, "I came here at your invitation, but actually I want to ask Mr. Tong for a small favor."
"The real person just needs to speak."
She directly stated her purpose: "I was in Tong's Shenghui Academy during my secular life, and now I am a little piano teacher at Shenghui."
"I hope you can give me some help if necessary."
Tong Ruhai thought she had figured out some dirty tricks and wanted to clean up the mess for those families, so he immediately responded with a smile:
"The position of the Dean of Studies at the college is vacant. If you don't mind, I'll have someone arrange for it."
The dean of studies is equivalent to the acting principal. It is easy for him to teach those aristocratic students a lesson, which is more effective than holding an imperial sword.
"Tong has something to ask of you."
As the conversation was coming to an end, Tong Ruhai suddenly spoke and pushed a black card in front of Yan Qing.
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