Wu Qiyue stopped suddenly, and asked softly: "Have you really practiced the Qingyang Martial Arts?"
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "Yes."
Wu Qiyue had a strange expression on her face, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to become a yellow scarf warrior. It's really scary in such a short period of time."
Yang Qingxuan said: "Yes."
Wu Qiyue frowned slightly, and said angrily, "Why do you only say 'um'?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "Yes."
Wu Qiyue: "..." Speechless: "Apart from 'hmm', don't you know anything else?"
"Others?" Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly, "Have you eaten?"
Wu Qiyue: "..."
She was dizzy for a while, and when other men saw her, they all showed great hospitality, racking their brains to think of topics to please her.
But Yang Qingxuan is the complete opposite. Should he take the initiative to think about the topic
Fortunately, Yang Qingxuan was not really stupid, he smiled lightly and said, "Thank you."
Wu Qiyue said angrily, "Thank me? Thank you for what? I saved you just now?"
Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said: "Even if you didn't make a move just now, Zuo Jun couldn't hurt me. Thank you for giving me Qingyang Wujing, otherwise I would never have the strength I have now."
Wu Qiyue said: "Then Qingyang Martial Arts... in the process of practicing... have you encountered any problems?"
"Problem? No, it's always been fine."
Yang Qingxuan asked in surprise: "Why do you ask such a question?"
Wu Qiyue faltered a few times before saying awkwardly: "I don't know if there is any problem with the martial arts. It was dug out from an ancient site in the family. Because the introduction said it was body training, I didn't read it carefully. Seeing that you insist on body training, I will give it to you."
Yang Qingxuan looked confused, opened his mouth wide, and said angrily: "Sister, can you do things more reliably? If you practice this thing casually, it will kill you!"
Wu Qiyue knew she was wrong, so she blushed and said, "Who knew you really wanted to train your body..."
Yang Qingxuan was speechless for a while, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, it's my fate. At least there is no problem so far, but the martial arts seems to be incomplete. Do you have a follow-up here?"
Wu Qiyue said: "No more, it's all for you."
Yang Qingxuan: "..."
Wu Qiyue lowered her head and fiddled with the corner of her clothes, knowing that she was wrong, she said shyly: "Anyway, there is no future in body training, you are already a yellow scarf warrior, you don't need to practice for the latter, you can use Qi to condense your soul."
Yang Qingxuan was also a little entangled. According to the previous plan, he should stop after reaching the Yellow Turban Warrior. But now he feels more and more that body training is not easy, and the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic is even more extraordinary, if he is asked to stop now, he will be very reluctant.
Wu Qiyue looked at him suddenly, her big bright eyes were full of expectation, "I hope to see your martial soul too."
"What's there to see?"
Yang Qingxuan said angrily: "I don't even bother to condense a garbage martial soul with soul light."
Wu Qiyue smiled "puchi", blinked her eyes and said: "Many martial spirits cannot be tested, and the shortcomings of that kind of testing are extremely great. Even if it really comes out as a soul light, it still has room for advancement."
When she laughed, the beautiful scenery around her became gloomy, and Yang Qingxuan's heart was like a spring breeze, even if he had such a heart, he couldn't help the ripples.
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he said: "Your understanding of Wuhun seems to be higher than that of the academy?"
Wu Qiyue giggled and said, "Are you testing me?"
Yang Qingxuan didn't hide his inner thoughts, and said: "You are very mysterious, isn't it normal for me to test?"
Wu Qiyue was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to be so frank, she couldn't help sighing: "It's not good for you if you know more, you'd better improve your strength with peace of mind."
Yang Qingxuan laughed sarcastically, and said: "So old-fashioned, the tone of his speech is comparable to that of my grandfather."
"Your grandfather?" Wu Qiyue suddenly looked strange, and said, "Yang Zhao? Is he really your grandfather?"
Yang Qingxuan's heart jumped, and he frowned and said, "Of course, why do you ask that?"
Wu Qiyue smiled, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."
The question was too inexplicable, which made Yang Qingxuan feel uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't say why.
Seeing him, Wu Qiyue seemed a little displeased, and hurriedly said: "I'm just asking nonsense, there are still five days until the inner court assessment, I'm afraid Zuo Heng won't let it go, you should try to gather your martial soul as soon as possible. As for Qingyang Martial arts, don't practice any more."
Yang Qingxuan was a little embarrassed, and he was extremely reluctant to let him give up Qingyang Martial Arts.
But if you continue to practice, without follow-up mental methods, it will be difficult to achieve great success, and even some exercises, if you don't practice them completely, will eat back your body, then it will be even worse.
Yang Qingxuan pondered: "Let me think about it again."
Wu Qiyue said seriously: "The Qingyang Martial Arts has an extraordinary history, and you must have felt the great benefits. Otherwise, in just a few months, it is absolutely impossible to step into the Yellow Turban Warriors. But the more top-notch skills, The more you need the complete scriptures, the latter part, you must stop practicing!"
Yang Qingxuan said: "I will think about it carefully."
There was no words for a while, and the two were silent for a while, then Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists and said goodbye.
Wu Qiyue looked at his leaving back, gradually disappearing into the place full of flowers, looking a little bleak, and thought to herself: "Is he really a member of the Yang family? If it is true, then his martial spirit..."
A terrifying scene appeared in her mind, Wu Qiyue's face was a little pale, but her pupils burst into bright lights, she seemed a little excited, "Will the blood of the Yang family, the terrible inherited martial soul, really appear on him? ? If he is really a descendant of the Yang family, then the lord who sits in the central world and is in charge of both the world and the earth... "
She was dazed for a while, then retracted her thoughts, and sighed softly: "It seems that he doesn't want to give up the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, and I don't know whether there will be a follow-up to the martial arts classic mentioned in the treasure scroll. It's a pity He is too weak, otherwise it would be okay to tell him about the treasure scroll. But just a yellow scarf warrior... oh... really not enough."
Wu Qiyue let out a long sigh, looking at the direction where Yang Qingxuan was leaving, there was a hint of sadness in her clear eyes, as if this place full of spring was approaching autumn before midsummer.
//Xiao Yang's Wuhun will come out tomorrow. Taiyi thinks it is particularly crazy and cool, so stay tuned. And I asked an artist to make a pair of illustrations. After the drawing is finished, I will post it on Taiyi’s WeChat public account: taiyiss (my name is Taiyiss). Please pay attention to it:)
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