its 009:chuan yi

"What do you seem to be happy today?" Jin Shanzi leaned against the door and looked at Gong Ping, who was washing towels.

"Yes." Gong Ping showed the friendly smile of the honest man, "The masseuse is finally going to officially teach me massage techniques today. Of course I'm happy."

"Real? Will this make you happy?" Jin Shanzi nodded thoughtfully and suddenly smiled charmingly, "What if I'm willing to teach you hairdressing skills?"

"Of course I'm happier." Gong Ping smiled, but he didn't hit the iron while it was hot. He knows that people's energy is limited. Instead of being two-pronged and two-pronged, it is better to concentrate on a corner and reach a certain level in a certain level first.

"So..." Jin Shanzi hesitated and finally smiled and said, "So if I still want to ask you out today, you still don't have time?"

"I'm so sorry." Gong Ping smiled awkwardly, "This matter is really important to me."

"Go ahead." Jin Shanzi waved his hand, "I just said it casually. I'm not so confused about amorous feelings.

"The words are not used properly." Gong Ping said with a smile, "It should be 'uninhumane'."

"Yes, it's not human." Jin Shanzi shook his head with a smile, "Look at me, I grow up here, but I can't say anything here."

"Well, I'll go first."

"Well, study hard. When you become a great masseuse, I will also ask you."

"Okay."

Out of the hair salon, Yun immediately couldn't help saying, "I feel more and more that she has a fancy to you."

"Not necessarily." Gong Ping said, "She's just too lonely. A lonely person always wants to attract others to accompany him. Those children can only fill her temporary emptiness, because they are too immature to integrate into her world and her heart. That's why she turned her attention to me. It's like hungry people don't be picky about food, not because they really love that kind of food.

"Are you hungry?" He said to himself puzzledly, "Jin Shanzi, according to you human words, wants to have face and money. He is not a big-breasted and brainless type, and he is thirty-two years old, and he is still a young man. Isn't it to this point?"

"There is not only one invisible luck behind everyone." Gong Ping said.

"What else?" Yun asked curiously.

"There is another story that others can't see."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Luck is still very puzzled, but it doesn't want to be too weak in front of life, so it pretends not to ask questions. Gong Ping smiled and walked quickly towards the massage parlor.

After helping Chen Dachong play with a few guests, the two returned to the lounge. Chen Dachong stared at Gong Ping for a long time. Gong Ping smiled and said, "Master Chen, why do you look at me like this?"

"I must be crazy." Chen Dachong shook his head and said, "I can say so many things to you, and I naively think you can help me. Will you help me? Just rely on massage?"

"Believe it or not." Gong Ping said with a smile, and Chen Dachong sighed, "Actually, I didn't expect you to do anything. I just don't want to lose my massage skills. Who knows how many more days I can live? For so many years, you are the only one who can't stand my bad temper. You can be my single disciple.

With that, he took off his clothes and leaned down on **: "Come on, boy, let me see what you have stolen from me in the past three months."

"Okay." Gong Ping rolled up his sleeves and unceremoniously showed all the techniques he had learned from his teacher. Chen Dachong nodded slightly and praised for a while, and cursed for a while, constantly correcting his mistakes and praising his strengths.

"Remember, the focus here is not the flesh, but the acupuncture points, so the technique should be based on clicking, and you can't smash and press it so randomly; remember that the muscles here are thick, and there is no way to make it thoroughly with the power of your fingers. You have to use the strength of the whole body; remember..."

Gong Ping nodded silently, understood, kept these key points in mind, and immediately applied them to his own technique. It was really effective. Several times, Chen Dachong hummed comfortably and couldn't help praising him: "Good boy, so that my craftsmanship... will not be lost..."

Gong Ping smiled and practiced the knowledge he had just obtained. At the same time, he took this opportunity to decompose the little doom monster originally attached to Chen Dachong's leg, which was condensed from ordinary hatred. However, the round and fat luck behind Chen Dachong stood aside lazily, allowing hatred to condense into a doom monster again. Gong Ping sighed and understood that Chen Dachong had completely given up his vision and hope for the future, so his luck completely gave up saving his life accordingly.

Five days later, Gong Ping's massage technology has reached a quite high level. Although it is too far from Chen Dachong, it is better than the average masseuse.

On this day, as soon as Gong Ping finished the massage for a guest under the guidance of Chen Dachong, the manager ran over: "Gong Ping, two guests are looking for you by name. Those two guests are in Room 6. They are regular guests. You can wait for me. If you get the guests away, I won't deal with you!"

"Is it Boss Wang and Boss Zhang last time?" Chen Dachong asked. The manager nod: "Yes, that regular customer is surnamed Wang, the one who cures your neck. What's the other surname? I forgot it. Why do you ask so many questions? What they want is Gong Ping. Gong Ping, go over quickly!"

"I know." Gong Ping answered respectfully, and the manager left with satisfaction. Chen Dachong stood up excitedly, rushed out of the room and went straight to the lounge. When he came back, there was already a sharp knife in his hand. He turned the sharp knife upside down and hid it in his sleeve. His voice trembled and said to Gong Ping, "Take me over like in the past, just say that I will give them a massage for free."

"Do you really want to kill him so much?" Gong Ping asked.

"Nonsense!" Chen Dachong stared at him and put on his sunglasses tremblingly: "Take me there!"

Gong Ping looked at him and slowly raised his right hand: "I swear with my life that what I said to you last time is true. I will definitely avenge you, so please put away your knife and go back to the lounge to wait for me. I will go back to you, and then, when I appear in front of Zhang Xin again, he will be haunted by bad luck to death.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Dachong said excitedly, but Gong Ping suddenly exited the room and locked the door of the room outside. Chen Dachong smashed the door hard and shouted, "Open the door!"

"Be quiet." Gong Ping said calmly, "Otherwise, it will alarm all the guests and scare the two of them away. Do you want to lose the chance of revenge like this?

Chen Dachong stopped beating in the door, slowly collapsed on the ground, and said viciously, "Gong Ping, if you lie to me, I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

"Don't worry." Gong Ping smiled, turned around, turned around the corner of the corridor, and walked a long way before he came to Room 6. He pushed the door and entered and found that it was Boss Wang and Zhang Xin who were waiting in it.

As soon as he saw Gong Ping, Zhang Xin immediately stood up. Before he could speak, Boss Wang came first and said to Gong Ping nervously, "Master Gong, I have done what you said. Almost all the money I have earned over the years has been lost. Can you help me see if that thing... Is that thing gone?"

"Will your shoulders still be sore?" Gong Ping asked while staring at it. There is also the doom monster on Boss Wang's shoulder, but the image and size have changed. The dark and murderous monster with sickle claws has disappeared. Instead, it is replaced by more than a dozen different hatreds of different sizes, which form a gray little thing with the original hatred. Boss Wang's luck is too lazy to suppress it more, but far away. The ground floated behind Boss Wang.

"I can't feel it!" Boss Wang shouted bitterly, "When I think of something on my shoulder, I can't say how uncomfortable it is. I don't know if it's because of it, let alone whether it has gone."

"It's gone." Gong Ping pretended to pat and pinch Boss Wang on the shoulder. Naturally, he used the technique of Chen Dachong. After a burst of sore pain, Boss Wang felt that his shoulders were relaxed, and his eyes immediately lit up and said repeatedly, "Thank you, Master Gong! Master Gong, you see, it's a small thing, it's not respectable!"

With that, he stuffed a big red envelope into Gong Ping's hand, and Gong Ping felt that there was at least 10,000 yuan in it. He nodded and did not refuse. He put the red envelope into the pocket behind his buttocks.

"Master Gong, look at me..." Zhang Xin looked nervous and stopped talking.

Gong Ping turned his head and looked carefully at his back. The doom monster, which is mainly composed of Chen Dachong's murderous intention, is still waving a huge and powerful palm, trying to destroy Zhang Xinyun, but with all his strength, he can't shake the luck at all.

When Zhang Xin saw Gong Ping looking behind him, he couldn't help but look back boldly, but he didn't find anything. The more so, the more horrible he felt, so he asked anxiously, "Master Gong, can you see anything this time?"

"I see it." Gong Ping sighed and sat down in **. Zhang Xin immediately came over nervously: "What is it?"

"Woman, a woman who looks very haggard." Gong Ping said.

"Woman?" Zhang Xin shivered. What kind of woman? How old are you? She...is she behind me?"

"Yes." Gong Ping nodded, "She has been behind you. I couldn't see it last time, but this time I saw it clearly. She has been trying to pinch your neck, but she can't touch you yet. However, according to this situation, in about ten days, her hand can touch you.

Zhang Xin shivered, and Boss Wang was so scared that he shrank his stomach and asked tremblingly, "Master Gong, do you have a solution?"

"I'm not sure." Gong Ping deliberately wanted to scare Zhang Xin first. "That woman doesn't look like the current person. The clothes she wears... seem to be the style of decades ago. Her dark circles are very heavy, and it seems that... It seems that she has done too much to do things that often stay up late and take a lot of energy..."

Zhang Xin's legs were weak. He struggled to retreat and sat down **.

"How is that possible? Is it really her?"

Gong Ping pretended not to hear it and said slowly, "Maybe I can help you get rid of her."