I Have Four Dads After Transmigrating in a Novel

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update, I have four new chapters from my father!Chapter 144:

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It was four o'clock in the morning when he got off the plane, and Han Xu sent Jiang Mian back to Tingyu Pavilion.

As for Xingran, Han Xu directly let Han Jiayuan handle it, so that before Xingran left, he did not see Jiang Mian.

Han Jiayuan Yu Guang noticed his expression, his eyebrows closed, and pointedly said: "Do you know what Mr. Han admires about you, so I will order you to accompany you again?"

Xingran looked down.

Han Jiayuan smiled, and said: "In the psychology of President Han, Prince Dan is not worthy of Miss."

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Jiang Mian has made an agreement with the local tyrant father, and he will take her with him whenever he goes abroad.

Han Xu nodded eagerly for his daughter to stick to him.

Jiang Mian wanted to let the local tyrant father rest in Listening Yuge, but after the local tyrant father answered the phone, his face changed.

"Dad has something to do, you have to go first." Han Xu touched the baby girl's little face, reluctantly, "If you think about dad, call dad. Remember to ask your assistant to change the dressing for the wound. Don't be sloppy."

Jiang Mian nodded obediently: "Goodbye Dad."

The car that watched the local tyrant disappeared before Jiang Mian entered the Tingyu Pavilion.

Ting Yu Pavilion is staffed 24 hours a day. As soon as Jiang Mian enters, the manager of the two waiters greets him, and respectfully said to Jiang Mian, "Miss Jiang, please, sir."

Uncle Qi?

What Jiang Mian told Qi Yanshu before was to contact Qi Yanshu after returning home. He didn't expect that he would be listening to Yuge waiting for her, and listening to the manager's tone, the waiting time was definitely not short.

Jiang Mian sighed secretly and followed the manager to see Qi Yanshu.

Qi Yanshu lives in an ordinary suite. After talking to Jiang Mian, he did not rush to Dan'er country again to avoid the two staggering.

He calculated the time to arrive at Tingyu Pavilion, entered the room and waited for Jiang Mian to return.

The suite is well-equipped. While waiting for Jiang Mian to return, he asked people to prepare rice paper and paint brushes and put them in the study room.

Qi Yanshu grew up in Taoism, specializes in his own research, learns all kinds of fine arts, and knows all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

He didn't intend to paint anything, he just released it in this way.

Practicing in Taoism, sometimes it is inevitable to feel a little dull-he knows that he will not survive thirty.

Accept fate?

Naturally not, otherwise he would not specialize in everything.

The only way to survive is to save yourself.

This is what Brother Wuzhen's master said to him before he died.

In the beginning, Qi Yan didn't quite understand the book. As he grew older, he gradually understood the meaning.

After understanding his destiny, the young Qi Yanshu sneered in the empty bedroom-young people never believe in fate.

In one sentence, it is concluded that his future will be ruined at the age of thirty. Why?

He must break the curse of death at thirty.

To this end, Qi Yanshu paid too much, fighting against Tian Dou and himself. Fortunately, even though there was an accident in the end, he succeeded in the end.

He survived.

just--

As I drew, the pen in his hand seemed to be out of his control, gradually drawing a wisp of clothing corners, and a slender hand gripping the corners of the clothing.

After that, he kept in his hands, and the painting was slowly filled up by him, showing its original appearance.

Qi Yan stopped writing quickly and looked down at the picture on the rice paper, his pupils contracted.

In the painting is a swordsman in Tsing Yi. He is sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a sword in his right hand. There is blood on the sword, his eyes are sharp and cold, and a large number of dark shadows fall on the ground in front of him-that is a corpse.

Beside the swordsman, lying a young girl, her eyes closed seemed to be asleep, she stretched out her slender fingers and grabbed the corner of the swordsman's clothes tightly.

Qi Yanshu was startled. He not only drew the memory image in his mind, but also restored it.

The swordsman in Tsing Yi is him, and the girl is Jiang Mian.

This is the most intuitive feeling, and it doesn't feel wrong.

Qi Yanshu looked at the painting with thoughtful eyes. He stretched out his slender fingers and placed them on the girl's immature face, tracing them carefully.

Are these memory images an illusion?dream?Or did it happen before?

...

When the knock on the door sounded, along with the knock on the door, there was also a voice familiar to the girl: "Uncle Qi."

Qi Yanshu's body quaked slightly, took a piece of new rice paper to cover the painting, walked to the door, opened it, and the girl's white and delicate face appeared in front of her eyes.

"Mianmian." The expression on the man's face did not change at all, he only looked at the girl from start to finish, and finally his eyes fell on the girl's right hand.

Jiang Mian shook his right hand generously: "A little injury."

Qi Yanshu moved manually, trying to hold the girl's hand in the palm of his hand and check it, but fortunately he restrained it.

"Why are you injured at the palace banquet?" He asked in a deep voice.

The omen in his dream means that Jiang Mian is definitely not just a little injured.

"It's an accident." Jiang Mian didn't plan to elaborate, and there was nothing serious. She glanced at the desk and said, "Are you painting?"

Qi Yanshu hummed faintly. He hesitated, thinking of the painted picture. Instead of inviting Jiang Mian into it, he brought Jiang Mian to the living room of the suite: "Sit down first."

Jiang Mian had planned to leave and return to the attic suite. He had to sit down first. Qi Yanshu went to the bedroom and walked out a few seconds later.

Holding a small jade bottle in his hand, he said to Jiang Mian: "This is the wound medicine I prepared according to the medical book. It has a good effect on pain relief and scar removal."

After that, a pair of dark eyes stared at Jiang Mian.

Facing such a look, Jiang Mian subconsciously raised his right hand, letting Qi Yanshu naturally take apart the gauze on his hand, exposing the wound.

The wound healed very quickly. After more than ten hours, the wound had been closed, and the surrounding bruises faded away, which was much better than the shocking scene before.

"This is a wound with poisoned blood after being bitten by a poisonous snake." Qi Yanshu said in a flat tone of the facts he saw, and his eyes flashed quickly.

"It's not a slight injury to be bitten by a golden thread scale." His shallow eyelids lifted, locking Jiang Mian's sight, and trying his best to suppress the sudden rise in his heart, "Who did it?"

Jiang Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fundus of his eyes flashed unexpectedly. Qi Yanshu actually judged that she was bitten by a gold wire scale based on her wounds. This is not pure eyesight.

Could it be that his brain is a computer and he knows everything?

"Uncle Qi is really knowledgeable." Jiang Mian praised from the bottom of his heart, "So you can see the reason for my injury."

"In short, it was really an accident." Now that Qi Yanshu could see it, she said the matter in a few words.

After speaking, her eyebrows were twisted unnoticeably.

In fact, she could leave after seeing Qi Yanshu, there is no need to stay to explain this to Qi Yanshu.

She herself didn't understand why.

In the end, it was attributed to Qi Yanshu's gaze looking at her, with an expression that could not be rejected.

His concern for her is not mixed with any impurities, even if she does not understand, she should not trample on it at will.

"Uncle Qi, you really don't have to worry." Jiang Mian was a little proud, "It's just a bit of snake venom, but it can't help me. If I really have something to do, I won't appear in front of you."

Qi Yanshu looked down at her injury, his eyes were dull and did not speak.

He opened the small jade bottle, and a delicate fragrance of medicine came out. He moistened some ointment with a cotton swab and gently wiped it on the wound.

Jiang Mian's nose moved lightly, and her expression suddenly became a little weird. She looked at Qi Yan's book and then at the jade bottle, and asked, "Uncle Qi, is this your own medicine?"

Qi Yanshu nodded and added another sentence."It was prepared according to the medical book."

Jiang Mian said, "Is that medical book still there?"

"Not anymore." Qi Yanshu shook his head. He didn't hide it, and said lightly, "The bamboo forest caught fire once, and some scripture medical books were burned."

Qi Yanshu lives in Taoist Temple. Because of fate problems, Old Qi cannot even visit him often. He often comes once a year. After each visit, Old Qi will get sick.

At first, Qi Yanshu didn't know, but after his elder brother passed the news to him intentionally or unintentionally through other means, since then, Qi Yanshu has stopped letting Old Man Qi come to Taoism.

To make up for his younger son, Master Qi knew that he likes to read books. Master Qi asked him to collect a large number of ancient books. Modern books, medical books, Buddhist scriptures, magazines, novels, chess scores, etc. were all sent to Taoist temple.

Qi Yanshu's residence in Zhuhai used to build a bamboo house to store these books.

Almost no less than a medium-sized library.

He has read all the books sent by Mr. Qi.

Perhaps to many people, that pile of books is worthless, but to Qi Yanshu, those books cannot be exchanged for much money.

Many things he taught himself were learned from these books.

It was just a big fire, and those books were almost burned.

It is impossible for Zhuhai to catch fire for no reason. Qi Yanshu reads books in this room most of the time every day. A fire burns books or people, and I still don't know.

Master Xuan Su personally investigated and found nothing.

Pressing the thoughts in his heart, Qi Yan wrote: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jiang Mian shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "It's just this medicine that reminds me of a friend."

Qi Yanshu paused, and he said, "This friend of yours is a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Right."

"You know how to get acupuncture, he taught it?" Qi Yanshu asked again.

Jiang Mian nodded again.

Qi Yanshu frowned and could teach her acupuncture, and listening to Jiang Mian's tone of voice, the relationship should be closer.

He asked: "How old is he? Where does he work now?"

The next few questions were too obvious, so he swallowed it back temporarily, and it was not too late to ask slowly.

"He's dead." Jiang Mian smiled, his tone indifferent.

She was talking about the healer who saved her in the world of cultivating immortals.

During the five years in the mortal world, without a doctor, she could not survive, let alone break through and regain her cultivation.

At that time, her meridians and bones all over her body were severed, and her spiritual platform was also broken. It stands to reason that she should have died long ago. However, she was hanging in a hung tone. The doctor said that she was a monster, so she would not die.

Jiang Mian liked this title. Monsters have a long life, so many people can't be a monster.

In Jiang Mian's eyes, the healer was also a monster.

He likes to hide in the dark, wearing a pitch-black mask, speaking only when he is healing her, other times, he is almost dumb.

Even teaching her to recognize acupoints with acupuncture does not waste a little bit of mouth foam.

At that time, although Jiang Mian was holding on with one breath, he was very frustrated.

Even if she survives and loses her cultivation, she can hardly even protect herself, so how can she avenge her master.

She needs a quiet space to think, and the doctor's taciturn is just what she wants.

...

Qi Yanshu froze for a while, and immediately hesitated, put his hand on Jiang Mian's head, the latter tilted his head to look at him, did not hide, and asked him again: "Uncle Qi, why do you want to be my father?"