"What...what happened?" They were all startled by his surprise, their eyes widened, and they asked in confusion.
"My sister-in-law is not simple. The title of the Little Witch of the Ming Dynasty is not groundless!" Duan Yuxuan's eyes were deep and ever-changing. After a long time, he exhaled and said, "Fanren, Zipei has no one to accompany him."
As my father-in-law, is it normal for me to take my sister-in-law over to accompany her? Huh? You go and arrange for someone to do this as soon as possible."
"Uh..." They all went out in confusion. Duan Yuxuan sat down solemnly, pondered for a long time, wrote a few more orders, and murmured to himself: "Zipei, don't blame me. I will do it for the entire Jiujiu."
Youjiao is responsible, Cen Zijin knows too many things, if he can’t use them for me, I can’t say..."
The morning in Fengyuan Holy Land is quite comfortable. This is the time of day, except for noon, when the wind is at its lowest. The sun is rising, the flowers have not yet opened, the clover is still covered with dew, and the cool breeze is blowing. It is so comfortable!
Luo Yan has now been promoted to Martial Lord, and a number of martial arts moves have also been promoted. Among them, the Blood Drawing Technique has been practiced to the next chapter with the financial support of Shuiming Sect, and it is also one of the contributors to the stability of someone's Martial Lord realm!
He also started to practice the Fire Dragon Claw he got from Lotus Heart Purgatory and the Flying Waterfall Cloud Technique he got from Murong Bo. Although the attributes of these two weapons are incompatible, they have similar qualities in essence. I believe that in the near future
, Luo Yan will find some more ways to save his life.
And what Luo Yan is currently practicing is the fourth form of the Shattering Sky Knife - Fengjuan Canyun. As for the secret space techniques derived from the various forms, he does not dare to practice them randomly. This thing is simply a simple thing to extract blood essence. It requires too many people.
All turned into mummies!
The strong wind blew over the lake, and the smoke disappeared. The lake water was forcibly separated, revealing the muddy river crabs below.
"Brother Jin, stop practicing and come here to eat!" Feng Ya is not too concerned about practicing. Feng Qihang thinks that girls can protect themselves, so he doesn't force her. The little girl has just passed Qingyuan and is in Fengyuan Holy Land.
Among the disciples of such a super power, they can only be regarded as middle-to-upper-class
Wiping his sweat randomly, Luo Yan ran over and took a look. Well, it was the sweets made by the little girl again... But someone was like an older brother. Although he basically didn't touch sweets except candied haws, he still ate it in front of the little girl.
It’s a nice, no-nonsense compliment, and a subtle reminder: “My brother likes it light, so next time I’ll put less sugar in it.”
"Oh, put less sugar in it." Feng Ya nodded seriously and turned around to tell the maid Xiao Yuan, "Remember, brother Jin's snacks should be put in less sugar."
"Oh, by the way, last time I ate a salt and pepper crisp with a very unique taste. Can Ya'er make it?" Luo Yan asked intentionally - hoping to make this girl understand that I don't eat sweets.
"Salt and pepper cakes? Oh, brother Jin is talking about Wenxiangju's? That's the property of the Xiao family, and the snacks in it all require secret recipes." Fengya quickly remembered that the dish tasted ordinary to her, but Jin
My brother ate all the salt and pepper cakes
"That's it, forget it then." Luo Yan just casually looked for a non-sweet meal to improve his meal. He immediately gave up the idea when he heard how troublesome it was.
"Well, actually, this is a bit difficult for others, but for Ya'er, it's still possible." Feng Ya felt embarrassed when she saw Brother Jin giving in, and she wring her fingers and said, "Well, if Brother Jin likes to eat it,
, Ya’er can do it for you.”
"Eh? Can you still taste what's in it?" Luo Yan was surprised, this girl is also very good at cooking?
"Hehe, the Xiao family is the lady's family, isn't it?" Xiao Yuan, the maid, covered her mouth with a fan and said with a smile.
"My family?" Luo Yan blinked in surprise.
"Yeah." For some reason, a hint of gloom flashed across Feng Ya's pretty face. It seems that the relationship between the two is not as simple as Xiao Yuan said.
Luo Yan only knew that Feng Qihang was born in an ordinary mountain village. Later, the village was robbed by bandits and only a few children escaped. Feng Qihang was one of them. In order to avenge his hatred, Feng Qihang came all the way there.
Feng Qihang was only twelve years old at the nearest enrollment point in Fengyuan Holy Land, but was refused entry on the grounds of low qualifications and too old. He went to every admissions officer and told everyone about their mountain village over and over again.
Suffering, even knocking his forehead with blood dripping
In fact, this kind of disaster happens every year, and there are many orphans like Feng Qihang. Many people even sneak into some small sects by playing the sympathy card. But Feng Qihang is different. According to the later admissions personnel's memories,
They had never seen such a persistent child. In the final vote, more than half of the admissions staff were moved by him and decided to give him a chance to start as a handyman disciple - in fact, everyone was counting on him to be able to overcome difficulties despite difficulties.
retreat
There is a kind of person in this world who has no outstanding qualifications, but is down-to-earth and will stick to a goal, even if he ends up with a bloody head. As long as you give him a chance, even if it is just a small chance to be used as a perfunctory one,
, can also be caught by him and fly into the sky
Feng Qihang is this kind of person
His life experience can definitely be written as a history of grassroots struggle, a legend of struggling from the lowest level of a mountain village boy to half the head of a family in Fengyuan Holy Land.
"By the way, I heard that Dou Fei from Xifeng City is the son-in-law of your Xiao family. How did your family fall in love with such a fat-headed guy?" Luo Yan saw that she didn't want to mention the Xiao family, so he deliberately changed the topic.
Want to make some jokes
Unexpectedly, this time she stepped into a minefield. Feng Ya suddenly stopped her sweet smile, looked a little cold, and said lightly: "Some people, some families, only care about profits. You can give them huge benefits, even if it is your biological daughter."
, they can also be pushed into the fire pit without hesitation. If there is no benefit, even if they just lend a hand to support, they are unwilling to come forward and watch the blood flow into the river... Forget it, why am I talking about this, Brother Jin, Qiu Yin on Furong Mountain
The flowers are blooming, will you accompany me to pick some?" Perhaps because she felt that the topic was a bit heavy, Fengya forced a smile and changed the subject.
"Miss, I'm afraid it's too late." At this time, Xiao Yuan, who had just gone out, ran back and said breathlessly, "The Holy Master has arranged the banquet, and all the guests have arrived. It's time for us to leave!"
"Banquet? What banquet?" Luo Yan was a little surprised. Could it be another banquet with many guests, intrigues between various forces, grand scale, but boring?
"It should be the welcome banquet arranged by grandpa for Brother Jin? Because we have to wait for the guests from all over the world, it's a little late. Ya'er went to dress up. Brother Jin, hurry up! You are the protagonist today!" Feng Ya said again.
He put on a sweet smile and ran away like a deer, waving to Luo Yan and winking.