Shen Qinglan's eyelids twitched slightly, but she didn't speak.
Chu Wuqu looked at her and chuckled, "Disciple's wife, do you have a master?"
"No!" Shen Qinglan shook her head.
She really knew nothing about ancient martial arts.
Of course, what she envied most was their Qinggong.
Chu Wuqu's eyes lit up, "Then how do you see this old man?"
"What do you mean, senior?" Shen Qinglan was puzzled.
"I mean, how about I teach you?" Chu Wuqu said, "This old man, you see, knows nothing else, but in the Jianghu, my swordsmanship and Qinggong are definitely outstanding. Look..."
Qinggong?
The surface of Shen Qinglan's eyes sparkled like rippling water, "How long would it take to learn Qinggong?"
"That depends on talent," Chu Wuqu explained, "with good talent, you can learn just by reading books; without it, you must practice for years."
