Qin Jiaoxi said in one breath: "Three years later, who knows how they will control me, or who will replace me? Do you think I can really come back alive?"
She put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "So, what is a woman like this not a villain? Dad, you have to help your daughter kill her!"
Sang Lanyun: "???"
Why is this different from what was promised?
But Qin Jiaoxi raised her chin and looked down at him: "What? Do you really think that this princess cares about your status as a direct disciple of Sang Jun Lanyun?"
"Besides, what about your direct disciples? If you can't protect your disciple, won't you also put others in danger?"
Qin Jiaoxi stretched out her little arms and hugged Meng Yinqin: "I am protected by my biological father, so I don't care about being your disciple!"
This series of operations stunned Bo Jiming.
What does his little girl want?
However, Meng Yinqin could not help but raise his lips, but his eyes softened and he stared straight at the man in green.
"Is what Xi'er said true? Are you willing to accept her as a direct disciple of the Sang family?"
Only then did Sang Lanyun realize that what Qin Jiaoxi had just mentioned as a "personal disciple" turned out to be for the regent.
He moved slightly, clasped his fists and said: "My Lord, I will keep my word. If the regent can spare my junior sister's life, I am willing to accept the little princess as a direct disciple of the Sang family, and I will pass on everything I have learned in my life to the little princess!"
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Qin Jiaoxi was still rolling her eyes.
"It's too easy for you. I want you to keep me alive for three years even if you spare your life. What a beautiful thought!"
Suddenly, the woman lying on the ground was so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sang Lanyun's eyelids twitched: "No need, the princess only needs to come to Shuiqin Pavilion regularly to learn skills!"
Meng Yinqin was satisfied: "In that case, my Xi'er has successfully become a disciple today?"
"By the way, Pavilion Master, do you need me to send professional people to help interrogate you, my little junior sister, and rescue another direct disciple of the Sang family?"
Sang Lanyun quickly shook her head: "No need, thank the regent for your kindness, but this is a matter of my Shuiqin Pavilion master's sect. I will handle it well. In three days, the little princess can take a bath and burn incense, and then come to my pavilion for a formal apprenticeship ceremony!"
Qin Jiaoxi looked reluctant: "Dad, why do you have to make this apprenticeship look like your daughter is about to become a monk? Isn't it just to learn piano?"
Meng Yinqin: "...Don't talk nonsense, Xi'er, the inheritance of the Sang family is more than just the piano. Well, since your master has some important matters to deal with, let's go back home first!"
Meng Yinqin was very satisfied with his status as a direct disciple.
The Sang clan was once the oldest witch clan, but later gradually declined.
It wasn't until a hundred years ago that the remaining branch clan suddenly became famous for their weird Qinggong.
But soon he was affected by wars in several countries, and his entire family was almost wiped out.
At this point, the Sang family disappeared for a long time, and suddenly took root in Dazhao Kingdom thirty years ago and founded Shuiqin Pavilion.
Regardless of the purpose of their stay in Dazhao Kingdom, if Qin Jiaoxi could learn the Sang family's inheritance and the weird Qing Kung Fu, at least he wouldn't be too worried about someone plotting against her again.
This was the original idea when I asked Qin Jiaoxi to come and learn the piano from my teacher!
Thinking of this, Meng Yinqin suddenly turned his head and glanced at the young man behind him: "Hey, boy, do you want your arm to be treated in my house?"
At this moment, Bo Jiming was shocked by Qin Jiaoxi's acting skills of pretending to be stupid while taking advantage of him.
After hearing this, he came back to his senses and said: "Okay! Then I'll trouble the regent!"
