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The Feng family members received the reward from King Fengyun and returned to the capital where the king had arranged for them. The whole family got busy inside and outside and began to take root in the capital.
And all of this seems to have nothing to do with Qing Kuang who is in the palace. At this moment, she is waiting to see someone. Ming Qianhe.
A few days later, Ao Junxie finally sent someone to inform her. On the top of a mountain in the capital, Qing Kuang found Ming Qianhe, whom she had been waiting for for a long time.
"Qingkuang, we meet again!"[
Ming Qianhe saw the woman carrying the guqin in front of him and said quietly.
"I heard from my apprentice that I invited you to return to Fengyun Kingdom. I didn't expect you to agree immediately. It seems that it's not for Ao Junxie, right?"
Qing Kuang glanced at Ming Qianhe and said calmly:
"Have you done what you promised me last time in Heming Valley?"
Ming Qianhe stroked his white beard and said confidently:
"Of course! But, I want to know, are you coming to Fengyun Kingdom and being willing to be Aojunxie's military adviser for the expedition to Beiming Kingdom, is it just to get the string Mo Guqin strengthened from me?"
After listening to it wildly, he remained silent.
Ming Qianhe waited for a while, and when he saw that the woman in front of him didn't seem to want to answer him, he shook his head and murmured:
"It's a pity that my disciple is sincere to you. However, no matter what, you finally saved me once. This is what you deserve!"
After that, Ming Qianhe took out a prismatic object that was like a gem and emitted a faint red light from his arms. He weighed it in his hand, turned to Qing Qing and said madly:
"Bafangding, did you bring it?"
Qing Kuang nodded,
"According to your explanation, I have brought it!"
After saying that, Qingkuang took out the simple bronze cauldron from his arms. He couldn't help but have the slightest doubt in his heart.
The Bafang Cauldron has always been used to refine elixirs and medicines. The thing in Ming Qianhe's hand is like a strange stone in nature. Could it be that it can also be refined?
Ming Qianhe crushed the red prismatic objects in his hand into pieces and carefully put them into the Bafang Cauldron one by one. Suddenly he asked Qing Kuang:
"How far has your Qinyin ancient martial arts cultivation reached now?"
Qingkuang was stunned for a moment, but it was not why the other party asked about this matter at this time. After thinking about it for a while, he said:
"The ancient martial arts have been lost for many years in this continent. There is no level title to call it. It can only be compared with the way of spiritual power. Now, my strength is equivalent to the intermediate level of a master and the advanced level." [
"The peak of the intermediate spiritual master... Well, just in time, changing your string ink can break through the bottleneck of the intermediate spiritual master and advance to the advanced level!"
Ming Qianhe stared at the Octagonal Cauldron and the red prism-shaped thing in it, nodded, and murmured to himself.
When Qing Kuang heard this, she was secretly excited. Breaking through to the level of an intermediate spiritual master was exactly what she dreamed of.
When he was at Silanta Academy, although he had refined many miraculous elixirs and his own strength had been significantly improved, for all cultivators, whether it was spiritual power or ancient martial arts, whenever they reached the peak of a realm,
If you want to enter a higher level, it also means that you need to break through a huge bottleneck.
For ordinary practitioners, they have to receive a huge transfer of skills or have an unexpected encounter before they can break through themselves and successfully advance to the next level.
And more ordinary people, who spend ten or eight years practicing hard, may not necessarily be able to succeed, and it is even common for them to stay in the final stage for a lifetime.