There are many forms of victory and defeat, and coma is undoubtedly the clearest one.
It's natural to win when the wind rises.
So it was natural for him to leave.
He grabbed Murong Xue's belt and lifted her in his hand. He declined the medical officer's request for treatment. In front of everyone's astonished eyes, Shi Shiran returned to the East Courtyard of the Prince, threw Murong Xue on the bed, and then ordered his servants to boil water.
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Boil water for bathing.
You need to take off your clothes to take a shower.
Fengqi spent a long time outside, so he had to wash more carefully.
So when Murong Xue opened her eyes, she almost fainted again when she saw the scene in front of her.
Feng Qi lay in the bathtub, resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub, looking at her with interest.
"woke up?"
"Shameless!"
"How can a husband and wife be shameless?"
Murong Xue's face became colder and her voice became angrier, "I will not marry a scoundrel like you!"
Feng Qi said: "I think you should thank me."
Murong Xue sneered: "Idiots are talking about dreams!"
Feng Qi said seriously: "If it weren't for me, you would still be lying on the martial arts stage now."
Murong Xue said: "Even if I die, what will I do to you?"
Feng Qi chuckled and said, "My fiancée's business is my business."
The topic returned to the engagement.
Murong Xue said: "I won't marry."
Feng Qi said: "What a coincidence, I don't want to marry either."
Murong Xue was slightly startled, wondering why now?
Feng Qi said: "If the matter is urgent, we can only do this."
This is talking about taking her directly into the room.
Murong Xue pointed at his upper body in the water.
Feng Qi said: "I have been out for two months, and every step is dangerous. If I don't wash myself, I will feel uncomfortable."
Murong Xue sarcastically said: "Does generals also suffer from the disease of wealth?"
Feng Qi said seriously: "Is taking a bath at home considered a disease of wealth?"
After a pause, he sighed: "It seems that there are quite a lot of wealthy families in the divine dynasty."
Murong Xue was furious, "You know that's not what I meant!"
Feng Qi said: "No matter what you mean, I don't mean it anyway."
He continued seriously: "I only know that whether you want to get married or not, you still need my help."
Murong Xue suppressed her anger and felt that this sentence made sense.
So Feng Qi doesn’t want to marry her?
Then why doesn't he want to marry her?
Is it really because of that little catcher?
Thinking of this, she was a little unhappy, not because Feng Qi was unhappy, but because Feng Qi was unhappy with his choice.
She is a beautiful girl from heaven, how can she be inferior to a little catcher?
"Don't think too much, Xiaoxing is just a very important friend of mine."
Murong Xue frowned slightly and said, "I'm not interested."
Feng Qi smiled and said, "Then let's talk about what interests you."
He opened his palms, and the mist rising above the bathtub stopped and turned into water droplets falling down.
Murong Xue stared with disbelief on her face.
Although the purpose is very simple, it clearly means walking on the snow!
She is accustomed to using the Snow-Taking Sword and is very sensitive to this kind of aura. From a feeling point of view, the Snow-Taking Sword Intent displayed by Feng Qi at this moment is much better than hers. Even if she is compared with her master, she is probably not far behind.
She trembled and pointed to the wind.
Feng Qi smiled and nodded.
"Seeing as your mastery of the Snow-Taking Sword Intention is not very deep, even if you enter the Xueyun Sect, it won't be too long, so you should call me Senior Brother."
Murong Xue couldn't believe it.
Feng Qi said: "I am at the top of the romantic list, and...even though I sound quite narcissistic, I am known as the strongest genius in the history of Yanbei."
Only then did Murong Xue react.
Underneath this guy's frivolous appearance, he has a talent that tops the celebrity list.
She had some changes towards him.
He still treats her that way.
"What do you want to do?" she asked.
"It is definitely impossible to break off the engagement. No matter how hard we insist, your father and my father cannot agree."
"Why?"
"Because this marriage... is His Majesty's wish." Feng Qi rolled his eyes, thinking that this girl couldn't even see through this, and he didn't know whether he was really stupid or just out of anger.
No, if she was made stupid because of such a trivial matter, then there is no difference between her and being really stupid.
Murong Mansion traveled thousands of miles north, and traveled south all the way under the wind and starry night. This can only show that the two big families attach great importance to this marriage.
But how can the marriage of the civil and military leaders proceed smoothly without His Majesty's nod?
In the divine dynasty, the surname is Dugu after all.
"What should we do?" Murong Xue asked worriedly.
Although she has her heart set on Taoism, she is the prime minister's daughter after all, and the so-called killing of Hongchen is absolutely impossible. Now that she suddenly heard this news, she couldn't help but start to worry after thinking about it carefully.
"That's it, you don't want to marry and I don't want to marry, what else can you do?"
The wind blew up the shower curtain, and the lights in the room shone on the shower curtain, revealing the man's figure at a glance.
Murong Xue suppressed her shame, "But your Majesty is still your Majesty."
Feng Qi said through the curtain: "It makes sense, so we are not His Majesty."
Murong Xue was a little confused.
The wind blew open the shower curtain, and she was only wearing thin plain clothes, with wet black hair hanging around her body, and the stream on her forehead was still dripping with water.
"It means that His Majesty's thoughts are His Majesty's, and we are just us."
Murong Xue didn't quite understand why he could take His Majesty's thoughts so lightly.
She asked the question.
Feng Qi said seriously: "The Lord of Heaven and Earth is my master, Heaven and Earth come first."
Since I want to ask about heaven and earth, how can I be limited by your will?
If you don’t want to be controlled by your will, you naturally want to know what your will is.
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Martial Arts Hall.
Feng Muyun thought about the news coming from the training ground and wondered why this child acted so completely without any sense of proportion.
He never doubted Fengqi's etiquette, because it was taught by Wanyan.
So there must be a reason for everything.
It was the first time Qi'er and that girl met, so it was impossible for them to have old things.
If there are no past events, then they can only be past events?
Marriage?
When I first told him this, he didn't object, and he probably won't now.
Could something else have changed his mind?
Thinking of this, Feng Muyun wanted to take a look at Luo Xing, but then remembered that she had just been taken away by Luo He.
When his eyes moved, he met Murong Baifa.
Murong Baifa's face was not very pretty. He probably knew about the training ground through some channels.
Feng Muyun had a headache.
Murong Baifa suddenly said: "When I first entered Yanyun, I heard some rumors."
Feng Muyun said: "Rumors have never been credible."
Murong Baifa was silent for a while and said: "That makes sense."
Feng Muyun knew that the elders of the Murong family already had a grudge, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.
The trouble should end it.
Where's the kid?
Butler Fei suddenly walked into the martial arts hall in a hurry, leaned over and said something in Feng Muyun's ear.
Feng Muyun's expression became solemn and he asked, "Are you sure?"
Butler Fei squinted his eyes and shook his head, "This is all Luo Shou's judgment, and there is no substantive evidence."
After a pause, he added: "However, this matter is of great importance, and even if there is a slight sign, it deserves attention."
Feng Muyun said, "How about you go and take a look?"
Butler Fei hummed and clasped his hands in ceremony.
Murong Baifa knew what must have happened, but he didn't know what exactly happened.
Otherwise Feng Muyun's face wouldn't be so heavy.
Did he look so ugly when the barbarians attacked the border?
For the Feng family, what could be more serious than the barbarian bandits?
Wuyang?
Or somewhere else?
"I thought it was just the Weeping Blood Pavilion that revived, but I didn't expect that the Corpse Pavilion also appeared."
Murong Baifa was shocked.
If he had known the news two months earlier, he would not have left Wuyang.
If he had known the news half a month earlier, Murong Mansion's carriage would not have entered Yanbei.
Even if he had known the news one day earlier, he would not have taken the risk of setting foot in Yanyun.
"Tsing Yi Building...has it reappeared?"
Maybe he didn't even notice that his voice was trembling.
Trembling comes from fear.
The five pavilions of Tsing Yi Tower are the biggest fear in the hearts of ascetics in the past hundred years.
"It's unlikely that Qingyi Tower will reappear. After the owner was suppressed by the old emperor and imprisoned in the Dome Heaven Prison, except for the Weeping Blood Pavilion, the other four pavilions were almost destroyed. It is not an easy task to recover their strength."
Murong Baifa said: "But now that we are crying and the two imperial corpse pavilions have appeared, it always makes people uneasy."
Feng Muyun said: "Wait a minute."
Murong Baifa asked: "What are you waiting for?"
Feng Muyun said: "Fei Lao went to Xiaoyao Pavilion, let's just wait for news about him."
Only then did Murong Baifa realize that Butler Fei was going to Xiaoyao Pavilion to take a look.
He calmed down a little and said, "That's very good."
Feng Muyun thought it might not be that good.
At least it's not too good for Fengjia Warehouse.
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"You mean, maybe the cult has recovered its strength?"
"The Scarlet Moon has been around for several years now. The Master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion is a rare hero. It is normal for him to regain his strength."
"But there is no leader..."
"Who said a group of dragons has no leader?" Feng Qi sat behind the desk and silently excerpted the news from Fei Ge, "The master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion is the leader of the group of dragons."
Murong Xue didn't quite understand, "Why do you admire the Master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion so highly? Sixteen years ago, he couldn't even compare to Jian Ji's sword light."
With the sword light blessed by the Ten Thousand Swords Formation, Feng Qi silently added.
"At that time, the Master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion only used a blood-transforming method, which was almost the same as Xueyun Jianji's sword light. If his true form really jumped out, there would be very few people in the world who could defeat him."
Murong Xue said angrily: "How do you know?"
Feng Qi said: "Maybe it's because I read more books?"
Only then did Murong Xue remember that the guy in front of him had read through the Dao Zang.
There are not many legends left by the Dao Spirit Body to this continent, because the history of the human race in recent thousands of years can be summarized into a few names.
Wei Sanmu.
Li Jinxing.
Dugu Feiyun.
Then there are the Xueyun Sect's successive Jianji and the successive Taoist saints of Taixuan Mountain.
Even the strongest Dao spirit body can hardly see the backs of these people.
You can read Tao Zang differently.
Everyone who has read Tao Zang has left a rich and colorful mark in the history books.
Lai Fan, the Western Capital, founded Ji Palace and created a situation where humans and immortals cannot offend each other.
Li Jinxing of the Tang Dynasty was a wise immortal in the human world, and he planned to drive away the demons twice.
Dugu Dou Xiaotong single-handedly established Xiaoyao Pavilion. From then on, everything that happened under the starry sky was under the control of the human race.
Countless.
Murong Xue really couldn't refute.
"Then... what does the revival of the cult mean?" she asked quietly.
"Who knows?" Feng Qi sighed, "Maybe they just want to get some soy sauce after being bored for a long time?"
He shook the letter paper on the desk and said seriously: "Anyway, the world is going to change."