As soon as he stepped into the Ning clan of Anyang, Ning Qingyan felt the sharp eyes falling on him.
"Before coming, the master of the hometown personally studied the book and sent it to the clan land."
"I guess, now the entire Anyang Ning clan knows that you are back, head of the family."
Ning Chenhua explained next to him.
Ning Qingyan suddenly realized.
"I will take the head of the family to rest in the old house first." Ning Chenhua said.
Ning Qingyan nodded.
Anyang Ning family is a strange place to her, so she doesn't plan to show off as soon as she comes.
The old house directly in Ning's family has always been guarding it.
When Ning Qingyan followed Ning Chenhua and the others to the old house, an old man came to him excitedly.
"This is Uncle Pei who guards the direct old house, Ning Pei." Ning Chenhua introduced to Ning Qingyan.
Before Ning Qingyan could speak, Ning Pei saluted to her in tears: "Old servant Ning Pei, finally waited until the head of the family came back!"
"Grandpa Pei doesn't have to be too polite." Ning Pei and Ning Yan are the same generation, and Ning Qingyan raised his hand to help him up.
Ning Qingyan understood Ning Pei's excitement.
Ning's direct connections were not strong. Ning Yan left Anyang to work hard when he was young, and now he has settled down in Zhongdu.
However, I didn't expect to suffer the pain of losing my son, and I was plotted by others and was poisoned and lying in the bed for several years.
The only bloodline is Ning Qingyan, but she didn't know that when the Ning family of Anyang was played with by Xiao Yan and his daughter all day long... This direct-line house in Anyang has not welcomed the master for a long time.
Therefore, Ning Pei was so excited after seeing Ning Qingyan.
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The direct old house is not too big, but it has a sense of simplicity and heaviness.
After entering, I realized that the rockery and the bright scenery of flowers and plants were filled with beautiful scenery.
Ning Pei had already asked someone to clean up the room and wait for Ning Qingyan and his group to arrive.
However, Banxia and Bai Wei went to check it out in person and packed their luggage.
Ning Chenhua took Ning Qinglin and Ning Qing to say goodbye again, and they also wanted to go home and agreed to come tomorrow.
After everyone dispersed, Ning Qingyan sat in the flower hall in the front yard of the old house, knocking her fingers on the table and asking Fuchuan: "He is still outside?"
Fuchuan nodded.
Ning Qingyan raised her eyebrows and said, "Bring someone in."
"Okay." Fuchuan turned around and left.
After a while, he turned back again, following the third prince Zhao Xingmeng.
Ning Qingyan's eyes fell on Zhao Xingmeng. The ten days of follow-up made him sway to the dust. Without the prince's delicacy, he became much haggard.
Only those eyes were still bright, and the stubborn light became more and more obvious.
"Are you planning to give up?" Ning Qingyan stared at him with fun.
Zhao Xingmeng shook his head, "I won't give up easily."
Ning Qingyan listened to his unhesitant tone, and the light in her eyes became darker.
"I'll ask you again, do you really want to worship me as your teacher and practice physical skills and martial arts?" Ning Qingyan said in an unknown meaning.
Zhao Xingmeng's heart was shocked.
He looked at the girl sitting in the upper position, with her legs raised and her body was erect, and suddenly felt the importance of this problem in his heart!
It seems that whether he can get what he wants depends on how he answers this question.
But, there is nothing to hesitate about, right?
Ning Qingyan saw it very clearly. The light flashed in Zhao Xingmeng's eyes. She was not in a hurry, and a playful smile on the corner of her mouth was waiting for his answer.
"Yes!" Zhao Xingmeng didn't ask her to wait for long.
Ning Qingyan's smile deepened, and her eyes first fell on Fu Chuan, who was standing aside, had a cold and taciturn expression, and then moved lightly to Zhao Xingmeng.
"Everyone in Zhongdu knows that I, Ning Qingyan, is a waste who cannot practice, and it is indeed the case."
Zhao Xingmeng pursed his lips tightly. He didn't know why Ning Qingyan suddenly said this, so he could only remain silent.
Not to mention that he didn't understand, even Fu Chuan didn't understand. He was curious by Ning Qingyan's words, and frowned and turned to look at her.
"So, I can only find another way, not to cultivate the Yuan power, but to cultivate the body technique."
This reason is very convincing.
Neither Zhao Xingmeng nor Fu Chuan showed any surprise expression when he heard this.
The only thing they were looking forward to was that this was the first time that Ning Qingyan admitted that she was not a waste or without force.
Physical skills?
The art of body refining has long been lost in the world.
Zhao Xingmeng knew something, thanks to his identity and the chance he happened when he was young.
As for Fuchuan, after getting a masterpiece of martial arts from Ning Qingyan that was so exquisite that it was in his present world, he vaguely guessed in his heart that Ning Qingyan was not as simple as it appeared, and that she had a secret.
Fuchuan did not intend to spy on Ning Qingyan's secrets. When he obtained martial arts, his last reluctance to worship Ning Qingyan disappeared.
Because, the combat skills that Ning Qingyan can easily take out may not even be the royal family!
"Zhao Xingmeng, do you know what you need to give up if you want to practice physical skills?" Ning Qingyan looked at him with a smile.
Zhao Xingmeng froze all over and subconsciously shook his head.
Ning Qingyan's smile deepened, her expression was a kind of "watching the show". She said quietly: "You can't have both fish and bear's paw. If you want to practice physical skills, it means giving up your current Yuanli cultivation.
, start from scratch.”
Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, not only Zhao Xingmeng was stunned on the spot, his face pale, but even Fuchuan's eyes that were calm and calm were shocked.
Give up everything you have already obtained and chase a path that no one has ever walked?
Is it worth it?!
No, it's not considered a past.
At least, the girl in front of them is on this road.
However, Ning Qingyan's situation is different. She cannot cultivate the Yuanli herself, so she has no choice.
But what about Zhao Xingmeng?
He is a prince, and even if he is not favored, he will not have few resources to practice since childhood.
Zhao Xingmeng's cultivation level at the early stage of the fifth level is also a person on the Longteng list. Is he willing to give up?
Fuchuan looked at Zhao Xingmeng, who was shocked by Ning Qingyan's words for a long time, and didn't know whether to sympathize with him or advise him not to be impulsive.
"You'd better come to me after you have thought it through." Ning Qingyan stood up with her hands on the armrests of the chair. Among the three people in the flower hall, her expression was the most relaxed.
"I've thought about it!"
Just as Ning Qingyan walked past Zhao Xingmeng, he called her.
Ning Qingyan stopped beside him, looked at him sideways, and the smile on the corner of her mouth remained unchanged: "Oh? This is not a joke. If you regret it in the future, I can't destroy your Yuanli and
I will return my cultivation to you."
Zhao Xingmeng's face changed a few times, and he said firmly: "I have thought it clearly. I want to worship you as my teacher and practice physical skills!"
Fuchuan noticed that after saying this, Zhao Xingmeng seemed to relax.
Ning Qingyan didn't say anything, and her eyes were still fun.