The national teacher is a true god, unattainable and beyond reach. But Qiu Ming is not. Qiu Ming is just an ordinary person, and his height is still something the emperor has hope of reaching.
The emperor was extremely happy and said to Qiu Ming happily: “Mr. Qiu is really rare to see him. Back then, I sent a lot of people to find Mr. Qiu, but there was no news. I originally thought that I would never see Mr. Qiu in my life, but I didn’t expect to see him here today.”
“I am really lucky to see Mr. Qiu himself.” The old emperor was very enthusiastic.
Qiu Ming bowed to the emperor, “If we are destined, we will naturally meet one day. There are too many people in the world who want to see me, but I am destined to be destined to meet today.”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Qiu, please come in.” As the old emperor spoke, he took Su Qiyan and his group into it.
In the hall, the national master was already sitting in his position, and there was no way for Su Qiyan and others to stand up.
Xiao Yan was also in the hall. His face was very haggard, and his eyes were staring at Su Qiyan, refusing to leave for a moment.
Su Qiyan didn’t dare to Xiao Yan at all, as if she didn’t see his gaze.
Shangguan Qing and others also stood up and saluted Su Qiyan and others, with their expressions very welcoming.
The old emperor took Qiu Ming and others to the hall and asked them to sit down.
At this time, the national master said, “Are these disciples of the miracle doctor Situ Miao? I thought there were some three-headed and six-armed ones, but they were just ordinary people.”
Jiang Fengye glanced at the national master. This was his first glance at this person. He really has an outstanding appearance and can’t tell the beauty of men and women.