All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 4

The two of them worked together quickly, and within a short while, the cabin was built.

And the sun was setting at this time.

The fog on Duxian Peak will dissipate for a while after the sun sets, which is why Qing Lang waits for the setting sun before setting off.

"Brother Qinglang, it's time for us to set off." Feng Ning said.

Qinglang: "...I said you don't need to call me brother. Since you and I met 18 years ago, we should be about the same age."

Feng Ning said seriously: "No, no, how dare I call my benefactor's name directly."

Qing Lang glanced at him, a little helpless: "... Forget it, it's up to you."

It's not that Feng Ning insisted on calling Qing Lang brother with a shy old face, but he is not a professional singer, otherwise, he would always forget his identity at the moment, and involuntarily regard Qing Lang as his junior or future object, Inevitably exposed.

So I can only use this name to remind myself to be a little more careful.

It's better to be serious when acting.

Qinglang's teleportation talisman was drawn perfectly.

After a while, the two arrived at Duxian Peak, which was filled with fairy mist.

Qing Lang poured out two huge golden pills from a bottle, and said, "This is something I developed myself, and it may be able to resist this fairy mist."

Feng Ning picked up one of them and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation.

Qing Lang was a little surprised, he looked at the young butterfly demon in front of him: "This medicine has never been tried before, aren't you afraid it might be poisonous?"

Butterfly Yao turned to look at him, and smiled innocently: "Even if the things Qinglang gives are poisonous, Xiaolan is willing to accept them."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang looked at the strange side face of Butterfly Demon, and felt a strange sense of familiarity in this person inexplicably, with the demonic aura filling the tentacles.

"Let's go in."

After getting everything ready, Qing Lang looked at the mountain peak and tightly held the long knife in his hand.

Feng Ning turned to look at him.

The young man looked forward steadily, unknown emotions shone in those beautiful but sharp eyes, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and every piece of skin on his body was tense.

...he is tense.

Yes, he is only 20 years old this year.

Feng Ning involuntarily squeezed his stiff wrist, as if she wanted to give him some relief.

But when Qinglang tilted his head to look at him, Fengning said slowly:

"……I am afraid."

Qing Lang blinked, and those sharp eyes softened slightly.

He didn't shake off Feng Ning, but held Feng Ning's hand, and said softly:

"Don't be afraid."

how to say?

The moment Qinglang took his hand, Fengning even thought about what clothes to wear when she got married.

Although Feng Ning faked a demonic aura, he didn't have the ability to perceive demons, so he had no way of knowing whether the golden pill given to him by the boy had any blocking effect on the fog.

But he could see that the boy was getting weaker and weaker bit by bit.

Qing Lang walked slower and slower, his expression became more and more dazed, his breathing became weaker and weaker, but his entire back was drenched with sweat.

It would be fine if he fell into a coma at this moment.

Then Feng Ning could secretly do some tricks for him.

But he doesn't.

Gritting his teeth, sweating, he walked forward step by step with difficulty.

He was carrying the heavy knife, and from time to time he scratched his palm and arm, using the pain to wake himself up.

Feng Ning looked at him and asked, "Qing Lang, is that fruit really that important?"

Qing Lang's eyes had already started to blur, and he replied: "This is...the only way...the only way I can get into Master's sect."

Feng Ning simply couldn't understand, what qualifications does a "master" who wants to use a spiritual fruit as difficult as dove fruit as an exam question have such devout followers?

He was even a little angry, angry at Qinglang's stupidity and stubbornness.

Feng Ning: "... What if you die here?"

Qing Lang: "That's...that is, I'm not qualified...to be Master's...disciple."

After that, he moved his arm, as if he was about to stab himself again.

Feng Ning really couldn't stand it anymore, she knocked him out with a single palm.

All that's left to do now is clear the fog.

This thing looks simple, but it is actually a bit difficult to do.

If he directly sent Qing Lang to Fengpin Taniguchi, Qing Lang would definitely be suspicious.

If he teleports Qing Lang home, this idiot will continue to come over to die.

Then only...

Feng Ning glanced at the darkening sky, her heart sank slowly.

What is the heaven ban?Or his Fengning's love is more important.

When Qing Lang woke up, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The fairy mist that caused him unbearable pain disappeared without a trace at this moment, and the entire Duxian Peak was as brand new as if it had been washed by water.

He can even look up and see the stars and moon in the sky and the flowers and plants in the distance!

"Xiaolan, wake up!" Qing Lang woke up the sleepy butterfly demon beside him.

The butterfly monster opened its eyes in confusion, rubbed them, and its two long tentacles stood upright blankly, as if it still didn't know what happened here.

Qing Lang asked: "You fainted later than me, do you know how this fog disappears?"

Butterfly Demon finally came to his senses: "Ah... this fog, why is this fog gone?"

"Brother Qinglang! While there is no fog now, let's hurry to Fengpin Valley! Maybe the fog will come back later!"

Thinking about it, Qing Lang seemed to think that what the Butterfly Demon said made sense, so he rushed forward without having time to investigate how the fog disappeared out of thin air.

Without the obstruction of the fairy mist, the two soon came to the Valley of Wind Sellers.

It's just that Qing Lang was stunned as soon as he arrived at Wind Selling Valley.

The rumored most vicious five-legged beast... fell asleep.

Not only fell asleep, but snored continuously.

Feng Ning also pretended to be pleasantly surprised: "Brother Qinglang, we are so lucky, hurry up and get the fruit!"

"Oh...well..." Qing Lang said blankly.

They bypassed the sleeping five-legged beast and arrived at Windsell Valley unimpeded.

After reaching the valley, Feng Ning frowned.

He dispelled the fairy mist from the entire mountain, and lit the sleeping lair of the five-legged fierce beast, but he didn't expect that there were many traps in the Fengmi Valley.

Fortunately, Qing Lang is a real genius.

As soon as he entered, he wrote a perfect borrowed light symbol, which made the dark cave extremely bright.

Then he broke the broken chess formation smoothly all the way, walked out of the Lost Palace, picked up a few stones on the ground and knocked away the chaotic sword in the mechanism, Feng Ning was amazed by this, wishing to immediately turn him into his door.

Forget it, let's not abduct him. The age difference is already enough to give Fengning a headache. If there is a teacher-student relationship... Fengning doesn't want to be scolded by someone poking her back.

Although she gave up the idea of ​​accepting Qing Lang as her disciple, Feng Ning still couldn't help showing the kindness of seeing an outstanding junior.

Qing Lang was dismantling the weapon array.

This is a formation similar to a chessboard. According to the battle situation on the chessboard, chess pieces representing various weapons will be dropped.

Qing Lang picked up the sword chess without hesitation.

"Use a sword." Feng Ning subconsciously said, "The opponent is playing snake chess, which is extremely flexible. The sword is too heavy and not suitable for this game."

After winning this game, Qing Lang turned to look at Feng Ning: "I didn't expect you to know weapons."

Feng Ning smirked twice, and hurriedly waved her hands: "...I don't understand, I just said it casually, but I found that you seem to like using knives very much."

Qing Lang was silent for a while: "...Master's saber is used very well."

Feng Ning: "..."

...It's that damned master again.

Don't let Feng Ning run into him.

After all, when it comes to using knives, Feng Ning dares to be the second, but no one dares to be the first.

Qing Lang turned his head and glanced at the layers of organs behind him, seeming a little confused: "I didn't expect that dove fruit is so precious and needs so many organs to protect it."

Feng Ning's eyes were fixed on the front, and the corners of her lips were curled up: "Perhaps, these institutions are not protecting dove fruit, but other things."

"what?"

Feng Ning pointed forward.

Qing Lang followed his fingers and looked over.

In front of you are two golden dove trees, and in the middle of the two trees, there is a stone-carved cylindrical platform.

On the white jade-like cylindrical platform, there lay a black stone surrounded by golden aura quietly.

Qing Lang: "What is that?"

"good stuff."

Feng Ning couldn't hide her excitement in her tone, and walked straight over.

Qing Lang glanced at Feng Ning, first picked a dove fruit and carefully put it away, then followed him over.

Qing Lang looked at this black thing with a puzzled expression on his face: "What's the use of this stone-like black thing?"

Feng Ning blinked: "Since it is placed in such a place with many traps, it is naturally useful."

"Then do you know how to use this thing?"

"Can't you just try it?"

In fact, this black stone is called Zhanhun, which is an ancient artifact. The method of identifying its owner and using it is recorded in a book called "Ancient Artifacts".

But coincidentally, this "Ancient Artifacts" is a lonely copy, and the only copy is in Fengning's study.

This may be the reason why "slaying soul" is placed here-because others will not use it.

But even without that book, Feng Ning still knows how to use this soul-cutting method.

After all, all the stones in the sky and the earth, Feng Ning only needs to touch them to know their functions and usages.

This is his natural ability.

Since ancient times, things like artifacts have always been the ones who get them first.

Can the matter of identifying the owner of the artifact be called stealing?

Besides, Qing Lang happened to lack a handy weapon.

The long knife on his body is really not suitable for him.

So Feng Ning decided to give it to Qing Lang the first time she saw Zhan Hun.

Knowing the real usage of this thing, Feng Ning still pretended to hit it a few times, swiped it with the dagger, and tried three or four back and forth with the seemingly humble and clumsy sorcery.

Finally, he sighed, pretending to be helpless, and said, "Qinglang, why don't we try the ancient prescription? Come and see if you drip some blood."

Qing Lang glanced at him, didn't say anything, cut his hand neatly with the dagger, and dripped some blood on the stone.

But the black stone still didn't respond.

Feng Ning pretended to think for a moment: "Maybe it's because you want to write your name?"

After finishing speaking, he dipped his finger into the drop of blood and wrote two words firmly on the black stone.

"Qinglang."

Qinglang stared at the two blood characters on the stone for a long time, and Feng Ning felt a little scared: "What? I wrote the characters wrong?"

"No." Qing Lang paused, looked away, and said, "This stone doesn't seem to respond."

"Wait for a while." Feng Ning took out a handkerchief from her pocket, moved it to the left, and blocked Qing Lang's view, "You wipe the blood on your hands first."

And when Qing Lang lowered his head to wipe the blood, Feng Ning quickly drew a spell beside him with Qing Lang's blood.

In an instant, the black stone was immediately enveloped by a burst of red air.

"Wow!" Feng Ning shouted pretending to be surprised, "It actually works!"

Qing Lang also raised his head.

The red qi and the golden qi merged, gradually forming a more dazzling color.

like the light of the sun.

This light erodes the black stone bit by bit until it completely engulfs it!

In the next second, the light slowly becomes thinner, longer, and then gradually fades away.

When the light and shadow completely disappeared, a brand new black gold long sword appeared on the table.

Sure enough, it was a sword.

The corners of Fengning's lips curled up slightly.

Slashing Soul is actually not a fixed weapon, its magic lies in that it can conjure the most suitable weapon for the owner according to the owner's physique.

Qinglang's physique is suitable for sword practice, so Zhanhun has become Zhanhunjian.

"It's yours now." Fengning said.

Qing Lang's right hand covered the hilt. His hand itself was very beautiful, slender and fair. He gripped the black-gold metal hilt tightly. The blue veins bulged out on the back of the hand, making the whole hand even more sharp and powerful.

"You are really good at holding a sword." Feng Ning couldn't help but praise.

Qing Lang lowered his eyes, and slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

"Shh-"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed is very obvious in the quiet valley. Anyone who hears this sound can feel the extraordinary power and texture of this sword.

Feng Ning couldn't help but close his eyes, he could almost feel the sound arousing goosebumps on his body.

It turned out that it was made of Wannian black iron, and it really is a good sword.

When Feng Ning opened her eyes, she was blinked by the sharp sword light.

He tilted his head slightly, and when he concentrated his eyes again, he saw three small gilt characters written on the sword.

——Soul Slaying Sword.

"Soul Slaying Sword..." Qing Lang read these three words, his voice was clear and clear, full of unpredictable emotions.

"Can this soul-slaying sword really kill souls?" Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning, who was standing in the shadows, his gray pupils gradually became darker, like a calm sea of ​​night with a turbulent hidden hidden.

But Feng Ning didn't notice the sudden change in the atmosphere, he just looked at the sword, smiled happily and said: "It should work, it suits you very well."

"Really?" Qing Lang said slowly, "How about I try first?"

"Okay, try it!" Feng Ning turned her head to look for a suitable object, "What should I use to try it? That tree..."

"Shh-"

There was a sound of sword energy piercing the air.

Feng Ning's neck felt cold, and her voice stopped abruptly.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the Soul Slaying Sword resting on his neck.

"...Qinglang," Fengning laughed dryly, "what are you doing? It's scary."

The sword in Qinglang's right hand was pressed against Fengning's neck, and his voice was extremely cold in the empty valley:

"Old Immortal, since you are so powerful, you can drive away the fairy mist, and you can also stun the beast, so can this soul-slaying sword kill you?"