In the early morning of the eleventh day, Dugu Heng suddenly appeared, but asked Dugu Jinghua to go back. There is no pop-up window in Qishuwu

After these ten days of treatment, Dugu Jinghua was completely reborn, his vitality and vitality were greatly enhanced, and his original delicate energy became a little more energetic.

Dugu Heng was overjoyed and confident, and he didn't care so much about Dugu Jinghua's injury. Anyway, Brother Li was here and he would be cured sooner or later. There was no rush, so he pushed the mundane affairs of the house to Dugu Jing again.

magnificent.

"What's wrong?" Dugu Jinghua was dressed in moon-white clothes, sitting cross-legged on a rockery bathed in the glow of the glow, facing the east and practicing the Xiaxia Jue. Hearing Dugu Heng's words, he stared at him displeased.

Duguheng smiled and said: "Auntie, my little sister's master has arrived, and he also brought one of his senior brothers with him!"

"Hmm -?" Dugu Jinghua raised her eyebrows slightly, her melon-shaped face was white and rosy, the original unhealthy paleness faded away, and her radiant face added a bit of beauty.

She nodded slowly: "It's time to count the time, is it Senior Qu?"

"Yes." Dugu Heng nodded and said, "Senior Qu's journey has been full of dust. She said she was not planning to take the little girl back to Fuyun Palace, so she would teach her at home for a while and then leave."

"How could this happen!" Dugu Jinghua frowned and said, "I'm so used to Meng'er!...Okay, I'll go back."

Duguheng hesitated: "What about your illness...?"

"Let's talk to Senior Qu first, so as not to be rude." Dugu Jinghua said.

Dugu Heng turned around and looked around, and whispered: "Brother Li will blame me!"

"Just say that I want to go back and take a look, and don't worry about my family." Dugu Jinghua said angrily.

Dugu Heng nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay!...Auntie, I'll go back first, otherwise I won't be able to hide it from Brother Li!"

"You..." Dugu Jinghua shook his head.

Dugu Heng chuckled twice and disappeared in a hurry, fearing that Dugu Jinghua would send him to tell Li Muchan and he would inevitably be complained about.

Now that Li Muchan saved Dugu Jinghua's illness, Dugu Heng was extremely grateful, but he lacked the confidence to speak. He was scolded by Li Muchan twice. Each time, he thought he was disturbing Dugu Jinghua with trouble. She has not recovered from her illness and cannot consume it.

Spirit.

Dugu Jinghua floated down lightly. Although she had only practiced the mental method for ten years, the Xia Xia Jue was mysterious, and Li Muchan injected an extremely pure inner force to help her promote the mental method. She had only practiced for a few days, but

It is no different from practicing for a year.

She came to the small courtyard where Li Muchan was staying. Li Muchan and Feng Mingxue were practicing the Divine Dragon Hands. The Divine Dragon Hands they were practicing were quite hot and their power was getting stronger and stronger.

After hearing what she said, Li Muchan frowned and said, "Miss Dugu, now is not the time to go back. If something happens to delay you again, the gain will outweigh the loss!"

Dugu Jinghua said: "Senior Qu from Fuyun Palace is here, and I need to receive him personally!"

"Who's coming to Fuyun Palace?" Li Muchan pondered, and said, "Is it Sister Dugu's master?"

"Exactly." Dugu Jinghua nodded.

Li Muchan thought for a while and said helplessly: "Oh..., that's all, senior sister, please go with Miss Dugu, don't let her get hurt."

"Yeah." Feng Mingxue nodded lightly.

Li Muchan solemnly told Dugu Jinghua: "Stop being angry and dry, and don't let your blood surge, otherwise it will aggravate the injury. You are a broken body now and cannot bear these stimulations!"

"I understand!" Dugu Jinghua pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Broken body, look at what you said!"

Li Muchan said: "You seem to be much better, but in fact you are more dangerous than before. After the menstrual pulse is opened, it has not been consolidated. You are more fragile than before. If you are stimulated even a little bit, your body will collapse. By then there will be no cure!"

"Okay, I understand." Dugu Jinghua nodded.

Li Muchan shook his head helplessly: "Senior sister, keep an eye on her and take her in directly if necessary!"

"Don't worry, junior brother." Feng Mingxue nodded.

********************************* Feng Mingxue and Dugu Jinghua returned to the city together. When they arrived at the hall, there were sounds from time to time in the hall.

Come the hearty laughter and Dugu Meng’s giggle.

When they entered the hall, they saw a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on the right, and a young man sitting under her, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, showing a bit of honesty.

This beautiful middle-aged woman was wearing an apricot-yellow blouse, similar to Dugu Meng's clothes. A long knife hung on her waist, which made her worried that her waist would be broken.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes also wears a long sword, showing his heroic appearance.

"Senior Qu has come here, it's disrespectful!" Dugu Jinghua clasped his fists and smiled: "Young lady, you're disrespectful!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman stood up, clasped her fists, and said with a smile: "Miss Dugu, you're welcome. I heard from Meng'er that the girl is being treated. I feel uneasy about coming back in such a hurry."

Dugu Jinghua came to sit down in the middle and said with a smile: "Senior comes from afar, the little girl should welcome her... Meng'er is naughty and ran back privately. I was about to send someone to escort her back!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled and said: "Forget it, Meng'er has a frivolous temper. She will get bored staying in the mountains and can't stay still. Rather than doing this, it's better to come back."

Dugu Meng smiled sweetly: "Master is still reasonable!"

Dugu Jinghua glanced at her and said with a smile: "She is too ignorant, senior Qu is really troublesome to worry about! ... Is the journey going smoothly, senior Qu?"

She was chatting with the middle-aged beautiful woman about her daily life. Dugu Jinghua did not introduce Feng Mingxue, but the middle-aged beautiful woman was confused and glanced at Feng Mingxue from time to time.

Fuyun Palace is extremely sensitive to Yunxiao Sect's mentality. Feng Mingxue is young but has profound cultivation. The middle-aged beautiful woman is extremely curious and vaguely guesses that she is a disciple of Yunxiao Sect.

The disciples of Yunxiao Sect are all very talented at a young age. They are the only ones who can cultivate at such a young age. Fuyun Palace is inferior to them.

"This girl is...?" The beautiful middle-aged woman finally couldn't help but ask.

Dugu Jinghua was helpless and said with a smile: "This is Feng Mingxue, Miss Feng. Miss Feng, this is Senior Qu Wanying Qu from Fuyun Palace."

Feng Mingxue clasped her fists and smiled faintly: "I have met Senior Qu, the little girl Yunxiao Sect Feng Mingxue."

"As expected, he is a disciple of the Yunxiao Sect!" Qu Wanying exclaimed in admiration and nodded: "Only the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect can be so handsome!"

"Senior, you are so complimentary!" Feng Mingxue said lightly.

She knew that Fuyun Palace and Yunxiao Sect were not fighting each other because it was not Yunxiao Sect that was hostile, but Fuyun Palace. They had always wanted to overpower Yunxiao Sect and become the number one sword sect in Yaoxia.

Qu Wanying smiled and said: "This is my incompetent disciple Ding Xiuwen,...Xiuwen, I must learn more from Miss Feng in the future!"

"Yes, Master!" Ding Xiuwen, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, nodded quickly, cupped his fists and said to Feng Mingxue: "I have met Miss Feng, and I hope you can teach me more."

Feng Mingxue was too lazy to say anything more and nodded gently.

Qu Wanying said: "Miss Dugu, I have an unkind favor!"

Dugu Jinghua sighed helplessly: "Senior Qu, please tell me."

Looking at Qu Wanying's expression, she vaguely guessed what she was thinking, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Qu Wanying smiled and said: "It's rare to see a disciple of the Yunxiao Sect, Shenlong, but not his tail. I want Xiuwen to ask Miss Feng for some tips!"

Dugu Jinghua looked at Feng Mingxue with difficulty, and Feng Mingxue smiled faintly: "Okay."

Dugu Jinghua said: "Miss Feng..."

Feng Mingxue nodded lightly: "I will be in control, don't worry."

Qu Wanying's face changed slightly, she glanced at Feng Mingxue with a frown, then looked at Ding Xiuwen: "Xiuwen, stop clicking!"

"Yes, Master!" Ding Xiuwen nodded eagerly, stood up and clasped his fists: "Please give me some advice, Miss Feng!"

He has also heard about the name of Yunxiao Sect for a long time, and the most mentioned one in Fuyun Palace is Yunxiao Sect. His goal is to surpass Yunxiao Sect and defeat the disciples of Yunxiao Sect.

Now he finally met a disciple of the Yunxiao Sect. Although she was a woman, he couldn't let her go. He felt that Feng Mingxue's cultivation was profound and inferior to his own.

But what the two factions are comparing is swordsmanship and swordsmanship. It doesn't matter if their cultivation is different. Sometimes swordsmanship and swordsmanship can make up for the gap.

But Feng Mingxue sat firmly and said calmly: "Master Ding, let's take action!"

"This..." Ding Xiuwen hesitated and looked at her doubtfully.

How can you take action while sitting there? Could it be that you don’t want to fight with yourself?

Feng Mingxue waved, and a flying sword flew out of his sleeve, floating quietly in the air, like a dragonfly resting on the water.

"Flying sword!" Qu Wanying frowned.

Feng Mingxue said: "Senior Qu, have you seen our sect's flying sword?"

Qu Wanying looked at her in surprise: "I didn't expect that you could practice flying swords at such a young age!"

"It's just a fluke." Feng Mingxue said calmly.

Qu Wanying shook her head: "I'm lucky that I can't practice flying swords. The disciples of Yunxiao Sect are indeed extraordinary!"

"Are you still competing, Senior Qu?" Feng Mingxue asked.

Qu Wanying waved her hands and sighed: "Forget it!"

Ding Xiuwen said unconvinced: "Master, I can guard against flying swords!"

He believes that flying swords are just like hidden weapons. His sword skills are perfect and hidden weapons are useless to him, so there is no need to be afraid of flying swords.

"Young Master Ding, be careful!" Feng Mingxue said lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of light flashed across his waist. Before Ding Xiuwen could react, the stream of light had already passed through his waist.

"Bang!" His long sword and sheath fell to the ground together.

Ding Xiuwen lowered his head and looked down, his face suddenly turned red like a pig's liver. If the knife belt hadn't been cut this time, his life would have been gone.

Feng Mingxue said calmly: "My flying sword is good at sneak attacks, so Ding Shaoxia should pay attention!"

"Good swordsmanship!" Ding Xiuwen bent down to pick up the long sword and said ashamedly.

Qu Wanying praised: "What a powerful flying sword technique, Xiuwen, please step back!"
To be continued...