377 He is, Uncle Sixth Emperor

Canghai has also thought about this when it comes to people with supernatural powers, even martial arts masters.

"Of course I know, but since you are the descendant of the elder, you are a member of the Cang Clan. In fact, it is definitely not difficult for you to cultivate the Cang Clan's superpowers." He said calmly:

"Evil prevails over good. The reason why the people of the Demon Cult develop more powerful abilities than ordinary people is because they consume their lives in advance. Once their lifeblood is exhausted, they will not be able to survive."

The reason why the demon sect is a demon sect is because it practices demonic skills that harm others and does not benefit oneself. Except for a few top people, basically the people of the demonic sect will not live past the age of forty. This is the consequence of practicing demonic skills.

Feng Mujin raised her eyebrows with a hint of surprise: "Does that mean you intend to pass on my superpower?"

"I have told Jiuyin the formula for cultivating superpowers. The training methods of the outer sect are the same regardless of faction, but the training methods of the inner sect are different. After all, my mother is from the water system, but you are from the fire system.

I don’t know the formula for cultivating the fire element to the extreme. If you are determined to practice, you can ask Concubine Yu Rong for advice in the future.”

Although Concubine Rong's supernatural power disappeared for a long time, the formula will never be forgotten. Feng Mujin also knew this. He fell into deep thought and stopped talking.

Jiuyin unconsciously stretched out her hand and yawned loudly, and finally said softly: "So, do you mean that you want to stay by my side when you come here now?"

"Before you leave the imperial city." Canghai said.

"But I'm sleepy now." She blinked, feeling a little aggrieved. She got out of bed in the middle of the night, and now she had to chat with him. Her eyelids were already fighting, and she almost couldn't hold on anymore.

"Can you let me sleep first?" she asked.

"Of course." Canghai put down the cup in his hand, looked at Feng Mujin, smiled shyly and said, "Can someone send me a set of bedding?"

Feng Mujin and Jiuyin looked at each other with a hint of surprise. So, did he still plan to stay in the bedroom with them all night?

Canghai did not respond to their gazes, but still leaned on the back of the chair and said softly: "If possible, it would be great if you could order someone to bring me the bathing soup."

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Feng Mujin entered the palace early in the morning. Jiuyin watched him get up. After cleaning up for him and sending him away, he planned to fall back on the soft couch and continue to catch up on the sleep he lost last night, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he should continue.

It's too unsafe to sleep like this.

After all, there is Canghai in this room. As soon as Mu Jin left, the two of them became a man and a woman in the same room. Thinking of everything that happened in the stone room, no matter how sleepy he was, he did not dare to stay in the room any longer.

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She sat up and was about to turn over when Cang Hai's slightly hoarse voice came from the floor of the outer hall: "I will sleep for another hour. If you don't want to sleep, stay in the room, but don't go out."

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Jiuyin stared at the blurry figure lying outside the gauze tent, biting her thin lips and saying nothing. After hesitating for a long time, she finally fell back, pulled up the quilt and carefully closed her eyes, still paying attention to the situation over there.

After waiting for a while without seeing any movement from Cang Hai, and even his breathing soon became even, she breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep again.

This sleep really lasted for an hour. An hour later, Canghai lifted the quilt, stood up, stretched, and walked towards the inner hall.

Jiuyin was awakened by his movements. When she saw him coming in, she was so frightened that she sat up, grabbed the quilt tightly around her body, glared at him and said urgently: "I want to freshen up, please go outside and wait for me."

Canghai paused, his eyes locked on her sleepy cloud eyes. She was still as deeply wary of him as before. He sighed helplessly, turned around and walked towards the outer hall: "Didn't you decide to go back to Cangdu?

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"When did I say I wanted to go back?"

"Since you have planned to take Feng Mujin back to Cangdu to seek medical treatment, you have decided to get involved in that war. Jiuyin, there is no need to ask others. I am right in front of you. Am I not better than others?"

Are you awesome?"

When she returns to Cangdu, his powers will be much stronger than they are now. It's better to beg him than to beg someone she doesn't know, so why bother seeking far away from the near?

Jiuyin did not answer his words. In fact, she wanted to return to Cangdu with Feng Mujin and she had indeed thought about facing that battle with him. After he finished what he wanted to do, he would be willing to save Mujin.

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In fact, he had been forcing himself. Ever since he offered the temptation to save Feng Mujin, he had been forcing her invisibly, but he had no idea at the time that he had such a complicated identity.

She rolled off the soft couch, washed herself under the service of the maid, and then hurriedly had breakfast. When she arrived at the outer hall, Canghai was having snacks under the service of the maid.

Seeing him talking and laughing with the maid, although she didn't know what they were talking about specifically, she felt a little unhappy in her heart. She knew that she was so jealous that she shouldn't be so jealous. She suppressed her inexplicable emotions and said,

He walked directly past them and strode outside.

Canghai hurriedly stuffed the cake into his mouth, said thank you to the maid, and hurried out.

The weather has really gotten colder. As soon as Jiuyin went out, she felt the deep cold air rushing towards her face. It was November, and in a few months it would be the New Year. The days were passing by very fast. She had been here for more than half a year.

When spring comes next year and the flowers bloom, it will be a whole year.

The 21st century seems to have become a vague concept to her. Is it because she is too adaptable, or is it because that world cannot give her any care and warmth, so she just doesn't want it?

Suddenly, a hint of sadness arose in her heart. She stepped out and called out in a low voice: "Here comes someone."

A shadow guard hurried over, came to her and asked respectfully: "Princess, what do you need?"

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to Prince Yi's Mansion."

"Yes." The shadow guard retreated and prepared to leave for the carriage.

Canghai turned back to get a robe for her, came behind her and put the robe directly on her body: "It's freezing outside, so go out dressed like this. If you get cold, it will delay your relationship with Feng Mujin."

itinerary.”

Jiuyin pulled up her robe and glanced sideways at him, her eyes flickering as if she wanted to say something.

Canghai lowered his eyes and looked at her. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to reach out and take her into his arms, but he knew that this little woman didn't want to. What's more, this was Feng Mujin's place. If others saw it, he would probably cause trouble.

unnecessary misunderstanding.

After all, this is not Cangdu. If a woman is entangled with several men, gossip will still hurt her.

"When you come back from Lingdai, let's go back to Cangdu." He suddenly said.

Jiuyin still slightly resisted the words "return to Cangdu". It would be okay for her and Mu Jin to go there by themselves, but if they followed Canghai back, the meaning would be different.

"Believe me, Jiuyin, you won't find anyone else who is willing to marry Mu Jin besides me."

"Why?" She looked up at him, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

His eyes were clear and serious. It didn't look like he was joking with her or deceiving her. Why was no one else willing to save Feng Mujin except him?

Canghai raised his thin lips and said with a smile: "It's okay, only I can save him. If you don't believe it, you can follow me back to Cangdu and ask everyone. If anyone else is willing, then you can give it a try."

"Perhaps, Senior Sihai..."

"Sihai Qingyang's abilities are indeed not low, even higher than mine." He said with a slight smile.

"If that's the case, why didn't he save Mu Jin?" Jiuyin's eyes were gloomy. Something suddenly seemed to come to his mind, but he couldn't grasp it. When he thought about it seriously, the strange thought no longer existed.

Is Sihai Qingyang unwilling to save him or unable to save him? Or does it mean that he simply doesn’t know how to save him?

"Let's go, the carriage is already waiting in the front yard."

Looking up, he saw that the shadow guard had indeed driven the carriage over, and Jiuyin walked towards the carriage with him.

After getting in the car, she opened the curtain and looked out. The entire Prince Jin's Mansion was quiet, with a sense of peace and tranquility like Mu Jin's. She missed this place more than she thought. It turned out that she really couldn't let it go.

Can't bear to leave.

Even though she has not been with Mu Jin for a long time, she has already regarded this place as her home. As Mu Jin said, the entire palace belongs to her, and the daily expenses of the palace have been left to her to manage.

, some things may not have such deep feelings if you have never done them before. Once you start doing them, you suddenly realize that you are really the hostess here.

"By the way, who is Senior Sihai? What position does he hold in the Cang clan?" She looked back from the window, fell on Cang Hai opposite, and asked suddenly.

"Didn't he tell you?" He sighed softly, with a helpless smile: "He is your uncle the Sixth Emperor."

He is that prince!

Jiuyin's breathing was slightly turbulent, and he never expected this answer.

As far as she knew, there was once a prince in the Cangdu royal family. Because he felt that the royal family's method of taming blood slaves was too cruel, he composed a song called "The Sound of Qingling". "The Sound of Qingling" could cleanse the hearts of blood slaves.

The ferocity returns to their bloody nature.

It's just that Feng Mujin hasn't fully understood "Qingling Zhiyin", not to mention that playing "Qingling Zhiyin" will consume the true energy, and it will be harmful to the human body if used too much.

Heart pulse, loss of life.

That's why when Mu Jin taught her "Qingling Zhiyin", he would carefully explain that she must not play this music unless it was absolutely necessary.

If Sihai Qingyang is really that prince, her uncle of the Sixth Emperor...

But wasn't that prince sentenced to life imprisonment? Or was it that Senior Sihai was not the imprisoned prince, but only learned the "Sound of the Pure Spirit" from that prince's teaching?

"It's him." Canghai leaned against the car wall, looked down at her, and said after a while: "Things back then were not as simple as you know. If you and I..."
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