Gu Xiaoyou said her lofty goal with shining eyes. Seeing her energetic look, Mu Wuchen's eyes flashed with a soft color: "If it were you, I would definitely be able to do it."

"Follow your good wishes." Gu Xiaoyou raised the corners of his mouth and smiled with a crooked eyebrow.

While the two people were talking, the sun had set and the sky had darkened.

Gu Xiaoyou picked up the huozhezi and lit the candlestick on the table. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a knock on the door, and the voice of the waiter came from outside: "Boss Gu, are you finished? Xiao Xiao, Master Zhang and the others are ready.

closed."

"Oh, okay, I'm done, I'm leaving now." Gu Xiaoyou responded, carefully put the drawings and lists on the table into his arms, and said to Mu Wuchen: "Let's go down."

"Well, let's go." Mu Wuchen picked up the candlestick and left the room with Gu Xiaoyou.

When we walked to the first floor, the waiter Xiao Wan was waiting at the door. He saw Gu Xiaoyou and Mu Wuchen and gave him a salute.

Gu Xiaoyou nodded and blew out the candle: "Give me the candlestick and I'll put it on the consulting table."

"No need." Mu Wuchen gently raised his hand, flicked his sleeves, and saw the candlestick was thrown out, swayed on the table of the consulting table, and then stood firmly on it.

Gu Xiaoyou didn't even see clearly how he did it, the candlestick was already placed.

His eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened wide, and he praised: "Wow, you are so awesome."

Ancient Kung Fu is truly unpredictable!

"It's nothing." Mu Wuchen raised his chin slightly and said lightly.

"This is not trivial. If you had such skills, you would save a lot of trouble." Gu Xiaoyou said enviously.

She tugged on Mu Wuchen's sleeve: "Can you teach me Kung Fu? If I don't learn anything else, I'll just learn how to blow out the candle."

As she spoke, she waved her sleeves exaggeratedly and gestured with her teeth and claws: "Just use the same hand that made all the candles in the room go out when you waved your hand last time."

Mu Wuchen didn't say anything, he just pulled back his sleeves and stroked the wrinkles that were torn out, and stepped out of the threshold with his hands behind his back.

Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly followed him out, greeted Xiao Wan and chased after him: "Hey, don't be silent. Are you going to teach me or not?"

Mu Wuchen looked at Gu Xiaoyou condescendingly and shook his head gently.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? There is no room for negotiation at all?" Gu Xiaoyou asked persistently.

"Your bones have already been formed, and you have missed the best age for practicing martial arts." After being pestered by Gu Xiaoyou, Mu Wuchen slowly explained.

"It won't work once I'm in shape? Maybe I'm a martial arts prodigy with amazing bones. As long as I open up the Ren and Du channels, I'll suddenly become a martial arts master." Gu Xiaoyou said with bright eyes, stretching out her wrist.

In front of Mu Wuchen: "Just take a look, maybe I am the one-of-a-kind martial arts master."

As he spoke, his sparkling eyes looked at Mu Wuchen with endless expectation.

Mu Wuchen helplessly stretched out two fingers and touched Gu Xiaoyou's wrist: "No."

"Why doesn't it work? Just squeeze it again." Gu Xiaoyou anxiously grabbed Mu Wuchen's hand and pushed the wrist into his hand.

Mu Wuchen stopped helplessly, grabbed her slender wrist, rubbed her wrist bones, then stopped at her pulse, and said decisively: "No."

"Ah, is it true?" Gu Xiaoyou pouted in disappointment. She was only twenty years old and had missed the age to practice martial arts.

Doesn’t it mean that twenty-three can still be strung together?

Besides, as a medical student, she knew that the human skeleton only goes into full dormancy after the age of twenty-six.

Is this guy Mu Wuchen trying to fool her?

"You didn't want to teach, so you lied to me, right?" Gu Xiaoyou frowned and looked at Mu Wuchen suspiciously.

"Why am I lying to you? The best age for practicing martial arts is between four and eighteen. You are already over eighteen, right." Mu Wuchen said slowly.

"You... can't you learn after you turn 18? This is age discrimination on your part." Gu Xiaoyou crossed his arms unhappily and said unconvinced.

What happened to being twenty?

She was the youngest student in the medical university and the youngest nurse in the hospital at that time.

Despite her young age, she had the best internship results and was directly hired by the hospital.

Unexpectedly, when I came to ancient times, I was considered too old...

It’s so unbearable for my aunt and uncle!

"Looking at your bone growth, you must be in your mid-twenties." Gu Xiaoyou deliberately looked up and down at the fairy-like robe on Mu Wuchen's body, and reminded him "kindly": "I'll run to San San immediately."

It’s already ten. It’s cold in autumn and winter, so wear more tight clothes and take good care of your joints, otherwise you’ll develop arthritis and it won’t be good.”

"Don't worry, I'm still young." The expression on Mu Wuchen's face paused and he said arrogantly.

"Huh, if you don't listen to the doctor, you will suffer the consequences." Gu Xiaoyou raised her chin and said arrogantly.

She didn't realize that her expression was exactly the same as Mu Wuchen's, as if she wanted to copy and paste it.

After all, this was the expression she had learned to deal with Boss Ma.

Mu Wuchen noticed this, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. Forget it, why should he be angry with a little girl?

"I'm not saying that you are old, but you are indeed not suitable for learning my style of Kung Fu." Mu Wuchen explained warmly.

After listening to his kind explanation, Gu Xiaoyou's anger dissipated.

"Well, I probably won't be able to become a great hero." Gu Xiaoyou slumped his shoulders and said discouragedly.

"You can be the one-of-a-kind miraculous doctor." Mu Wuchen comforted him.

"Stop teasing me, I'm not a miracle doctor." Gu Xiaoyou said embarrassedly.

It's been a long time since I've heard someone call her a miracle doctor, and I was a little uncomfortable when I first heard it.

"You are too modest. You can cure smallpox due to colds, and you have also invented a miracle medicine. It is not an exaggeration to call you a miracle doctor." Mu Wuchen said in a serious tone: "And even if you are doing business, you have not forgotten your roots, and you still opened a medical clinic.

It’s a museum, isn’t it?”

"Well, that's what I said, but I haven't been able to treat illnesses and save people much since I came to the capital."

There were only a few people in the capital who knew her status as a doctor. Those who came to seek medical treatment were all suffering from minor problems such as headaches and fever. Master Zhang could solve them without her having to take action.

"It's also a good thing, it means there are fewer people getting sick." Mu Wuchen comforted.

"Well, that's what I told Sister Zhou." Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "Having said so much, are you hungry? Do you want to go to the breakfast shop for dinner?"

"Is there any evening food at the breakfast shop?" Mu Wuchen asked curiously.
Chapter completed!