Seeing Feng Wuxie's slightly surprised gaze, she heard these words again...
"of course."
Di Qianxie looked at Feng Wuxie with a look like you thought you could hide this little thing from me—such a proud expression.
However, in fact, he only knew so much.
And it was the Daxing Cheng Cangli, who had the soul of destiny, told him.
"Other than this, what else do you know?" Feng Wuxie asked curiously.
Di Qianxie's face was not red and heartbeat: "I also know that you are here to marry me as a wife."
Feng Wuxie: "..."
The emperor's bizarre logic always caught her off guard.
Can you be more serious
However, Feng Wuxie knew that it would be useless to ask more about this in front of the emperor.
Feng Wuxie had just comprehended the Mingjian Sword Art, which consumed a lot of soul and physical energy. She licked her dry lips, walked to the table, poured water and drank it herself.
"You haven't answered me yet, who on earth allowed you to practice this sword breaking technique?!" Di Qianxie asked again.
"My master recommended this set of bright swords I learned."
"Which one of you master?"
"Master Jingshui of Beihuang College."
"... Haven't heard of it. New here? Random teaching! Misunderstanding! Don't listen to him!"
"Do you also know this set of swordsmanship?" Feng Wuxie asked.
Di Qianxie glanced at Feng Wuxie who was drinking water, and hummed: "This swordsmanship is so famous, it's hard to know it or not!"
Feng Wuxie thought, if that's the case, then Ming Sword Swordsmanship must be a great swordsmanship that is famous in the world!
She has to work harder and practice hard!
However, she just made this determination—
"Do you know why it is so famous?" Di Qianxie seemed to be deliberately trying to make her appetite...
"I don't know!" Feng Wuxie shook his head, "Because this swordsmanship is very powerful? That's what my master said anyway."
Emperor Qianxie frowned.
A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"Humph."
Feng Wuxie was baffled by his cold snort: "What's the matter?"
Who offended him again
"Open your mouth and shut your mouth is the respected master, he is a man? How old? Why is the name Jingshui such a mother? Does he look better than me? Soul skills are better than me? You can trust him so much? He asks you to practice as you practice. ?!"
A jealous murderous look appeared on Di Qianxie's face.
Feng Wuxie was completely speechless.
"The emperor, didn't we explain the sword? Why are you talking about something else?"
"Heh, what do your masters say that this swordsmanship is very powerful?"
"No, he said, this swordsmanship is very interesting to practice." But naturally it is also very powerful. After all, it is the top set of swordsmanship in the Haotian Academy...
The latter sentence was silently read by Feng Wuxie in his heart.
However, Emperor Qianxie further explained with a sarcasm: "Oh, it's interesting, but it's true-this swordsmanship, whoever practices it will die! It's really interesting!"
"Puff—" Feng Wuxie almost spit out a mouthful of water.
Look what he said
It is necessary
Dislike Mingjian
It was because Ming Sword had too high requirements for the mind and soul, so the success rate of practicing this set of swordsmanship was relatively low.
Sword practitioners cannot overcome their own demons, they will get lost and eventually die...
What does it mean to practice and die...
Is there always a good one!
Feng Wuxie glanced at him: "I haven't been to see me for so long, did you run over and curse me to death? The emperor's hierarch."
Di Qianxie's face sank: "Who cursed you to die? This leader is afraid that you will set yourself on fire! Only pour you a basin of cold water first."
After saying don't look away, he looked awkwardly angry: "Also, you have already broken through this set of swordsmanship. It is not impossible to practice in the future, but don't always mix with those nonchalant men! "
"...Who is a man who is inconsistent?" Feng Wuxie couldn't think of it.
"Except for me, all men are different. Do you know?" Di Qianxie emphasized: "Including the teacher you said!"
Feng Wuxie was amused by his words.
He said that mirror water is not inconsistent
Wouldn't it be two
Feng Wuxie smiled and said:
"So, the emperor, you said that others are not three and four, do you have three and four again?"
"Whatever you say!"
Feng Wuxie asked with interest:
"Then tell me, do you have three obediences and four virtues, or three wives and four concubines?"
The vision of Emperor Qianxie stared at her straightforwardly at this moment:
"Why is your mouth so powerful? Every time you quarrel with me, it's witty and makes me want to kiss you."
Feng Wuxie: "..."
Facing such a brazen and arrogant and domineering person.
—What else can she say
Silence is gold.
however-
"Why are not you talking?"
Asked the emperor.
Feng Wuxie glared at him: "I don't bother to talk to you."
There was silence in the room.
The two stared at each other.
Finally, Emperor Qianxie couldn't help it:
"I'm going to retreat soon. If you don't say a few more words to me, what do I want you to do in the future? Do you remind me every time I think of you, what comes out of my mind is the same as you now-despise me Looks like?"
Feng Wuxie frowned, "Are you going to retreat? What are you doing?"
"Same as you—cultivation, breakthrough." Di Qianxie's face looked extraordinarily fair and handsome against a red suit, and there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable tenderness hidden between his brows.
In fact, he rarely showed such an expression. In Feng Wuxie's memory, his face was cold and smelly most of the time. Although it is not fierce, it is almost the same...
Once he became gentle, Feng Wuxie felt that he might have to hide from her... to go through something dangerous.
"How long are you going to retreat? What are you practicing? Is it dangerous?" Feng Wuxie asked three times.
Every question is tied to her heart!
Emperor Qianxie successfully saw the woman's worried and caring look on her face, showing that
Love is getting more and more evil and proud—
"Why, miss me?"
"Of course it will." Feng Wuxie didn't hesitate or hypocritical about this.
She quarreled with him, quarreled, quarreled, disgusted, or angry.
If he really wants to retreat for a long time, she will definitely miss him.
She is probably because of her background as a military doctor, who used to mix with those comrades in the army.
Staying with men for a long time made her own personality like a man.
Feng Wuxie knew that she lacked the unique tenderness of other women. This was due to her personality, and it might be difficult to change it.
but-
She never pretended to be sentimental to Emperor Qianxie and her feelings.
She should dislike him for his superior stinky temper.
She should like the way he dotes on her strongly, she just likes it.
Di Qianxie was obviously very satisfied with her answer: "Yes, I just said that your mouth is getting more and more tricky and you will learn to behave."
"You haven't answered my question yet—" Feng Wuxie stared at him, and asked again and again: "How long is the retreat and what is the practice? Is it dangerous?!"
Emperor Qianxie didn't conceal it, and answered truthfully:
"The duration of the retreat is still uncertain. In short, it will not be short, ranging from half a year to the longest two or three years."
"Fuck!"
Feng Wuxie couldn’t hold back the sound of humiliation: "For such a long time, Di Qianxie, did you retreat or give birth to a child?! In two or three years... Can you give birth to a child? For so long, you have to practice. What kind of monster is it?!"
"Woman, my soul power cultivation base has already been in the realm of the wild god long ago, do you know?"
Feng Wuxie nodded: "I know, Mo Rong told me."
"Yeah." Di Qianxie nodded slightly, and laughed at himself: "I have reached the realm of a wild god, but I still practice every day, do you know?"
"know."
Spiritist, he always desires more powerful power, but the realm of the desolate god is already the highest in the world, and what is above that realm, who can think of it
Who can reach it
"Since I returned to Emperor Lingjiao, I have been investigating the origins of the Holy Gate. The gang of Holy Gates are extremely secretive, but fortunately, they are not ignorant of them."
There is a hint of pride in the expression of Emperor Qianxie: "Although the Sacred Gate has not hindered us before, the church has not specifically targeted them, but as the master of the Emperor Spirit Continent, the Emperor Spirit Sect still maintains them. Certain attention!"
"So?" Feng Wuxie showed a "really amazing" expression at the right time.
The emperor's expression was greatly appreciated by her: "So, after I went back, it didn't take much effort to find out the traces of those guys and destroyed one of their secret strongholds. From there I..."
He was about to say the key point.
At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded!
(End of this chapter)