At the entrance of Yihong Canyon, Chen Luo looked at Huang Tianjue's leaving figure with a livid face. He was filled with resentment in his heart. Finally, he waved his sleeves unwillingly and walked away without saying a single word to disparage Feng Jueyu.
Today is too embarrassing. If you stay any longer, you will not be able to do anything but be ridiculed by your classmates. Write down this account first, Feng Jueyu, I, Chenluo, must make you look good.
He swore a vicious oath in his heart, and the dust disappeared into the vast clouds.
The crowd finally dispersed, and Feng Jueyu turned to look at Wu Qingqiu, and said nonchalantly: "Miss, are you satisfied now?"
"Very satisfied." Wu Qingqiu smiled and praised, and said: "You did a good job. From today on, you can go to Feng Bo's place in the morning to take the refining and latent elixir, and then practice here. Okay.
Now, we can go back."
Feng Jueyu had a sullen face. He had been bullied by the little witch in the past two days. Although Fengda Killer always believed that as a man, he should not be as knowledgeable as women, but the clay man still has three points of energy. He can't go on like this, no.
, I must have a balance.
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stopped Wu Qingqiu and said, "Wait a minute."
"What?"
Feng Jueyu walked up to Wu Qingqiu and said, "Miss, you keep asking me to do this and that, don't you plan to tell me why?"
Wu Qingqiu was slightly startled, then raised her face stubbornly and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? I will let you know when the time comes."
"When will that happen?"
"Don't worry about it. Miss, I will tell you when I am happy."
Feng Jueyu's pupils shrank and he said in a cold voice: "That's fine, I won't ask if I don't ask, but Miss, I have done so many things for you and now I have offended someone, don't you feel guilty at all in your heart?"
"Guilty?" Wu Qingqiu covered her mouth and giggled: "You are my slave, why should I feel guilty?"
Feng Jueyu seemed to have expected it, and said with a ferocious smile: "Really? If the young lady thinks so, I have nothing to say. It's just that the young lady wants me to make enemies of Chenluo and the other three over and over again. I guess there is something wrong with the young lady.
The difficulty falls on them. Please excuse me for making a bold guess. Are the three of them Chenluo all very interested in the young lady and trying to get married to her?"
"How did you know?" Wu Qingqiu asked in surprise, and then realized that he had been tricked by Feng Jueyu, and raised his pretty eyebrows: "You deceived me?"
Feng Jueyu twitched his nose and said with a stern air: "Does this need to be deceitful? Everything is written on the young lady's face."
Wu Qingqiu's face turned red as his thoughts were read, and he gritted his teeth angrily and said, "So what if you know? You are my slave. You must do whatever I ask you to do? If you dare to resist, I will do it."
…”
It's coming, it's threatening again.
Feng Jueyu had long expected that Wu Qingqiu would threaten him with Shi Jingkuan, so he didn't give her a chance to tell her. He continued the topic by himself and said: "Ah, I understand, I think the young lady must also be in this heavenly palace."
The reason is that, if I guessed correctly, if I cannot help the young lady defeat the three Chenluo people, the young lady must commit herself to marrying one of them, right?"
Faced with Feng Jueyu's questioning, Wu Qingqiu's little face turned red and purple, then turned red again, completely losing her cool: "You... if you keep talking nonsense, I will..."
"What are you doing?" Feng Jueyu also lost his temper, pointed at Wu Qiu and shouted: "Are you going to kill me? Or kill Brother Shi? Haha, I'm not looking down on the young lady. With Feng's current status,
I’m afraid even if the young lady wants to, the Lord of Dao Lingkong Palace won’t agree, right?”
"you……"
"What am I?" Feng Jueyu said in rapid succession: "I don't have your own, I have a name."
Completely taking the initiative, Feng Jueyu did not give Wu Qingqiu any chance and continued: "Let me tell you, the current situation is that Miss, you need me to help you as a shield to block a marriage that Miss doesn't like, and
I am also in the enemy camp, surrounded by dangers. In this case, we are in a relationship of mutual use, no distinction between master and servant. If Miss wants to fulfill her wish, she must show some sincerity. Otherwise, how can Feng help you?"
"Are you willing to help me?" Bewitched by Feng Jueyu's evil look, Wu Qingqiu let out an unexpected sigh. Then he thought about it and realized it was wrong. He is my slave. Why should he negotiate terms with me? This guy is so unreasonable.
Know the practicalities.
Wu Qingqiu's angry little face turned extremely red, and her breasts rose and fell like the waves of the sea. Feng Jueyu swallowed hard, thinking that this girl's capital was quite strong.
Knowing that Wu Qingqiu wanted to speak, Feng Jueyu quickly said: "Miss Qingqiu, please don't use your vicious tactics on me. We don't know each other's true identity. You don't dare to kill me, and you can't kill me."
Yes, so, I think we can still coexist peacefully, not to mention, with my help, maybe we can solve the problem of the young lady without using such an old-fashioned method as a duel?"
Feng Jueyu used bluffs and deceptions to gradually take the initiative. But when he heard that Feng Jueyu had other ideas, Wu Qingqiu's last line of defense finally collapsed.
"Is there any other way you can help me?"
"Of course, but Miss, you must tell me honestly what is going on." Feng Jueyu smiled sinisterly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: This girl is really not easy to deal with.
Wu Qingqiu thought for a while and finally compromised: "Okay, come with me."
Following Wu Qingqiu, the two returned to Qingqiu Pavilion, closed the door, and Wu Qingqiu told Feng Jueyu the whole story bit by bit.
It turns out that Wu Qingqiu's situation is similar to what Killer Feng guessed. This girl is a bit strange. She has some kind of ethereal physique. She is the type that belongs to the four veins. To put it more clearly, it means who she is practicing dual cultivation with, and the other.
The man will gain the ability of fellow practitioners of the four meridians. That is, he can practice the martial arts of the four meridians of Tianren, Tiandu, Diyang and Diyin.
Then it was easy to explain. The three major disciples of Wanyue Tiangong Dao Lingkong were collectively called Chen, Huang, and Zhao. They were also called the three major Wanyue clans. Each controlled a powerful private army of nearly ten thousand people. They were once called Wanyue Tiangong Wu.
The three most powerful forces in the Holy Land.
Moreover, Dao Lingkong has always been a bowl of water, and he also attaches great importance to the inheritance of the three major disciples. For this reason, Dao Lingkong found Wu Qingqiu and prepared to let her marry one of the disciples with superior talents, namely Chen Luo and Huang.
There are three people, Tianjue and Zhao Jin.
Wu Qingqiu obviously didn't like any of the three, and had been worrying about how to reject the marriage, until he thought of a way, a way that Dao Lingkong couldn't refuse.
She needed someone whom Dao Lingkong valued. This person could not be the heir of the three clans, and had to listen to her own words. Dao Lingkong did not dare to kill at will. Finally, Wu Qingqiu found this person, and that person was Feng Jueyu. Obviously,
Feng Jueyu's unique identity as a Hongtu user is what Dao Lingkong needs most at the moment.
But Feng Jueyu didn't understand. Since Dao Lingkong needed his disciples to have the physique of the four veins, why didn't he force Wu Qingqiu to choose one of Chenluo's three people, and was willing to allow Wu Qingqiu to put himself on the table?
Could it be that the old guy had something in Wu Qingqiu's hands?
The more Feng Jueyu thought about it, the less he understood, so he asked Xiang Wu Qingqiu.
Wu Qingqiu frowned and waved her hands in annoyance: "Anyway, there is a reason why he can't touch me."
"What's the reason?" Feng Jueyu planned to break the casserole and ask.
"Don't worry about it."
"No matter what, I need to know the truth of the matter before I can help you." Feng Jueyu said.
Wu Qingqiu clenched her fists in embarrassment, struggled for a long time, and then said to Feng Jueyu with a red face: "Actually... In fact, Dao Lingkong is my uncle."
"What?" Killer Feng almost choked on his own saliva: "You mean Lingkong? That old man who is almost seventy? Your uncle?"
"Um."
"Damn, no way." Feng Jueyu's eyes widened: "How old is Dao Lingkong this year? How could he... be your uncle? I heard you call him the palace master the other day?"
Wu Qingqiu's face was red, and her voice was like a mosquito: "He and his mother are more than twenty years apart in age. As for the title, of course there must be a sense of dignity in front of outsiders. He is the palace master, how can he call him uncle directly."
"..." Feng Jueyu simply admired his father, Death Dao Lingkong. He was so old and strong. It was no wonder that he gave birth to a son and a daughter who were more than twenty years apart.
Dharma, not to mention the grand plan of a world in which men are superior to women.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jueyu couldn't calm down the shock and anger in his heart. He pointed at Wu Qingqiu and said: "Okay, I dare you two uncles and nephews to join forces to trick me. Dao Lingkong takes my Wuchen Tianjing."
After leaving, you still want to turn me into a slave and keep me trapped by your side forever. You two are really a family, how cruel it is."
After saying that, Feng Jueyu wandered around the room, and said with a look of hatred: "I understand, you are going against your uncle, and then you drag me in. If I win the duel, it will be tantamount to offending.
It's weird if he doesn't kill me. If I lose, you won't let me go. I'm the only one who will die. When it comes to you, no matter how lively the fight is, we are still a family. No matter who you are, you can admit your mistake.
You can turn big things into small things, and small things into nothingness. Talent, you are really a talent. Miss Wu Qingqiu, I'm sorry, I can't take over your job, so you should choose another virtuous person."
Feng Jueyu felt so angry that his liver ached, he clasped his fists and pushed the door open to leave...
"Stop." Wu Qingqiu shouted with a serious face: "Who allowed you to leave? Don't forget, your brother's life is still in my hands. Just because I can't touch you, doesn't mean I can't touch him."
Feng Jueyu was also furious. He stood at the door and roared: "Try touching him. If you dare to touch him, I will never let Lingkong unlock the secret of Wuchen Tianjing. At worst, we will be separated."