All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 17

Feng Ning's heart tightened when he heard it.

Obviously this kid was only 20 years old, and when they started a fight, this kid wasn't even qualified to be his opponent, but when he saw Qing Lang's appearance, he felt a little scared in his heart.

Feng Ning thought about it carefully, and felt that what she was afraid of might not be Qing Lang, but Qing Dahuai behind him.

Feng Ning silently weighed it in her heart. If it is purely about the value of force, Qing Dahuai may not be able to beat him, but it is difficult for him to fight back. Besides, this is the territory of the Demon Realm, and Qinglang's other elders also They are all here, if they join forces to attack him...

It’s over.

This will be the greatest catastrophe in Feng Ning's life.

So, his lips trembled, and he raised his eyes to look at Qing Lang, his eyes were almost broken, his tone was nervous and guilty: "You want to complain to your great-grandpa?"

Complain?

Qing Lang froze for a moment.

Feng Ning's words of great anger made him look like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

...it shouldn't be like this.

"I won't file a complaint." Qing Lang frowned.

Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thanked you in a low voice: "Thank you so much, you are simply a living Bodhisattva, and you should be allowed to do the diplomatic missions with those Buddhas in the West..."

"But I will reveal your true face to the public, tell the whole world about your evil deeds, and tear down your sanctimonious mask."

Qing Lang's voice was indifferent, with a strong sarcasm in his tone.

Feng Ning: "..."

Then you should just complain to Qing Dahuai.

In addition, the diplomatic missions with those Shuras underground have also been entrusted to you.

"...Old Feng, what are you whispering to my great-grandson?" Qing Dahuai approached drunkenly, and said with his tongue out.

Feng Ning lowered her head and suggested in a low voice: "Qing Lang... let's go out and talk."

Qing Lang just looked at him expressionlessly.

His eyes were cold.

Just when Fengning thought that Qinglang was going to tell the whole story, just when Fengning was ready to disappear and slip away immediately, Qinglang spoke.

"Grandpa Zeng, I heard that Shangshen Sword is excellent, so I want to invite him to the backyard to give me some pointers."

Feng Ning heard her heart return to its original position with a bang.

Walking on the road in the backyard, Feng Ning couldn't help asking: "When did you recognize me this time?"

"Before you saw me." Qing Lang said coldly.

Before Qing Lang entered the banquet, he saw Feng Ning through a gap.

He was sitting in the middle of the crowd, talking to his great-grandfather slightly sideways, with picturesque eyebrows, black hair and white clothes, and his demeanor was as pure as white jade, never dusted.

Let people see at a glance.

Qing Lang tilted his head to look at Feng Ning's old and kind face, and frowned imperceptibly: "Do you still want to talk to me with this face?"

"……Oh."

Feng Ning sighed and changed back to her original appearance.

He suddenly discovered that he had never survived a day using the transfiguration technique in front of Qing Lang.

Feng Ning broke a dead tree in the backyard, weighed it in his hand, and said, "I don't need the knife, I will use this instead."

Qing Lang was silent for a long while, then said: "I just said that asking you for advice on saber techniques was just an excuse."

"I know." Feng Ning glanced at Qing Lang and sighed, "But after a while, your great-grandpa will come over and secretly watch you practice the saber."

He paused and said, "...Although I haven't seen you get along, I know Qing Dahuai well, and I know how much he likes you."

Qing Lang's expression moved slightly, and then he took out his long knife.

Feng Ning glanced at his saber, and said, "Why don't you use the soul-slaying sword I gave you?"

"I'm used to knives."

"Your sword is not good, and it is not suitable for you. It is far inferior to the soul-slaying sword."

Qing Lang's tone was indifferent: "Aren't you taking the role of my master a little too much? We are just acting."

"I am your master."

"I have already exited Guining Gate."

"Guining Sect's inner disciples must die before defecting."

While speaking, Feng Ning had already launched the attack first.

"Crack!" The dead branch hit Qing Lang's knife straight.

"Bang!"

The knife broke in two and fell to the ground.

"I've said it before, your knife is not good." Feng Ning put away the branches, her tone was calm.

Qing Lang looked at the broken knife on the ground, slightly startled.

He knew Feng Ning was strong, but he didn't expect Feng Ning to be this strong.

The saber in his hand can be regarded as a first-class magic weapon, it can cut iron like mud, it can cut black dragons, it can kill spirit monsters, but it is no match for a small branch in Feng Ning's hand.

They are too far away.

This huge gap appeared before him like a natural moat.

Qing Lang picked up the broken knife and drew out the Soul Slaying Sword.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he looked up at Feng Ning, but felt something rising in his chest.

...He must cross that chasm.

"Snapped!"

The branch in Fengning's hand hit the sword again.

But this time the sword didn't break, but the branch was scraped off a layer of skin by the sword energy.

"As expected of the Soul Slayer Sword." Feng Ning couldn't help admiring.

"Using a sword is different from using a knife. If you encounter an opponent who is weaker than you, it is best to kill it with one blow."

"What if I meet an opponent stronger than me?" Qing Lang asked suddenly.

"Then you... use this trick..."

Feng Ning began to teach her hands.

Qinglang is a good seed who is born to practice swords, and this Soul Slashing Sword seems to be tailor-made for him.

After a while, Qing Lang's practice gradually improved.

While watching him practice sword, Fengning was entangled in other things.

After Feng Ning actually knew that Qing Lang was Qing Dahuai's precious great-grandson, she was in a panic.

When he knew that Qing Lang was a 20-year-old boy, he didn't panic.

Because teenagers will grow up one day.

When he knew that Qing Lang was his disciple, he didn't panic.

Because he fell in love with Qinglang before he entered the teacher's school, so the teacher-student concept is still very weak.

But when he knew that Qinglang was Qing Dahuai's great-grandson, he finally panicked.

Qing Dahuai's great-grandson, Xiao Shitou, although he didn't watch him grow up, he basically listened to him grow up.

He knew when that little stone would talk and when he would run, and he knew that Qing Dahuai loved his great-grandson to the bone.

He also knew that if he really hurt Xiao Shitou, Qing Dahuai might really fight him with his life.

So at this moment, he was so guilty that he couldn't help himself, he even felt like a thief who stole Qing Dahuai's family treasure.

Feng Ning looked at the handsome young man in front of him.

He was dancing his sword in the air, and the ancient artifact seemed to have life in his hands, showing amazing beauty and power.

His blue clothes fluttered in the air, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, making his whole body glow.

...should I give up?

Feng Ning looked up at Qing Lang, her eyes were confused for a moment.

But for a moment, he was only at a loss for a short moment.

In the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and soon came back to his senses, and his eyes became clear.

Can not give up.

He has been looking for 3000 years, and finally found one he likes, so he can't give up no matter what.

unless……

Unless he can find someone else he likes.

...But how easy is it?

After strengthening her belief, Feng Ning's expression also became clear.

He looked up at the young man in the sky, and shouted with a smile: "Qinglang, I figured it out, it doesn't matter if you tell the world, or you tell Qing Dahuai, because I will continue to love you despite the abuse of the world. you."

The movement of Qing Lang's hand froze and fell to the ground.

Only then did he realize that he was not here to practice swords.

He took a deep breath and decided not to listen to Feng Ning's rhetoric anymore.

He put away his sword, turned to look at Fengning, his expression was as indifferent as ice: "How many people have you deceived with this trick?"

Feng Ning froze for a moment: "What?"

"Ah."

Qing Lang sneered, pulled out a book from his bosom and threw it on the ground.

"The Encyclopedia of Love Words in the Devil's Love Handbook".

He sneered, and said: "I haven't been back to the Demon Realm for nearly a year, and I don't know that the Demon Realm has published such a good book, and it has spread so widely. Even Master Fengning in the Immortal Realm couldn't put it down. excerpt."

Feng Ning: "..."

...If I say that it was given to me by your great-grandpa.

Can you not be angry?

Qing Lang looked at him coldly, and continued: "In the past eight months, nine out of ten of your love confessions were copied from here, and later on, even if you read them as they are, you don't bother to read them, and just use one or two sentences to perfunctory It's over, end the topic."

He paused for a moment, and the sarcasm in his eyes became even more serious: "...that's wrong, you are not perfunctory, you are quite dedicated, and you never forget to say 'miss you' to me when you are celebrating your senior disciple's birthday."

Fengning suddenly felt a little guilty.

Because in every monthly sound transmission, he did get a little bit lazy.

But it's not his fault, Qinglang ignored him again, he would sing a one-man show alone, if he can persist, he is already invincible.

Feng Ning hurriedly pulled Qing Lang's arm: "Qing Lang, although those words are plagiarized, but my friendship is fake... Bah bah bah, it's true!"

"Don't touch me!" Qing Lang pulled out his arms and walked away, "Go find that big disciple who has been with you for more than 2000 years."

"What do I want him for? I don't like him, I only like you! I just want to stay with you!"

After Feng Ning finished speaking, she found that Qing Lang had stopped in place.

He must have been touched by me.

Feng Ning secretly rejoiced in her heart.

He slowly approached Qing Lang, and continued his efforts.

"Qinglang, you are different from everyone in my heart. No one can compare with you, and no one can stop me from liking you. To be honest, even if Qing Dahuai stood in front of me, I would be beaten to death by him , I also want to use my last breath to tell you that I love you..."

Feng Ning's voice stopped abruptly.

His lips quivered.

And understand why Qing Lang stopped walking.

Because in front of Qing Lang.

Because it is in the middle of the backyard door.

A burly man with an unshaven beard was standing leaning on the door frame.

His face was dark and his voice was hoarse and rough:

"...Even if you were beaten to death by me, what are you going to tell?"