All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 43

500 years is impossible for 500 years.

Feng Ning felt for Qing Lang's pulse, and felt that the spiritual power in his body was surging. If this continued, within five years, he would be able to stand up and finish the day's thunder.

Feng Ning's eyebrows twitched into a ball.

"How is it?" Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning's expression and asked, "Isn't it still a good recovery?"

Feng Ning withdrew his hand, and said: "You are recovering very well, you have not been on the ground for a few days to drink tonic, how can you not recover well."

Qing Lang: "...Then why do you have that expression?"

Feng Ning: "What expression?"

Qing Lang didn't continue this topic, but asked: "Then can I go out?"

Feng Ning nodded: "It is reasonable to say that it is possible, you are almost stable now, and you will not easily become a monster again. But to be on the safe side, you need to drink some tonics intermittently, I will gradually adjust the dosage, slowly Slowly, you won't have to drink anymore."

Qing Lang: "What are the ingredients of the tonic, you tell me, I will cook it myself in the future."

"That can't be done, this is the secret recipe of Qianglu." Feng Ning paused, then said, "So you have to stay by my side during this time, don't stay away."

Qing Lang frowned, seeming very reluctant: "How long?"

Feng Ning hesitated for a moment, then stretched out five fingers tentatively.

"Five months? How long will it take?!" Qing Lang frowned.

Feng Ning: "..."

... He was going to say 50 years.

Seeing that Qing Lang was so repulsive even for five months, Feng Ning could only say, "It's not five months, it's five years."

Seeing that Qing Lang was about to refuse, Feng Ning quickly said: "This is a matter of life, so don't be careless."

Qing Lang thought for a while, and then said: "Since you said that the medicine should be stopped gradually, then I will stay by your side for a month, and if you still need the medicine after a month, just come and get it again."

Feng Ning: "..."

He is good at bargaining.

Feng Ning sighed: "You hate me so much?"

Qing Lang didn't speak.

Feng Ning only regarded him as acquiescing.

Feng Ning bent her lips, and looked at Qing Lang with a casual smile: "Hey, I think of someone who proposed to have a relationship with me for 5 years, but now he has stayed by my side for five years." I don't want to for years..."

Fengning paused for a moment, then looked up at Qinglang: "...Qinglang, do you remember? You once promised me that you would have a long-term relationship with me. At that time, we agreed for a period of ten years, but now it's only one year. You are breaking the contract."

"I shouldn't have made this agreement." Qing Lang looked into Feng Ning's eyes, "Just like I shouldn't believe that a stone can give birth to a heart."

Feng calmed down, and her smile slowly faded away.

Qing Lang rarely saw Feng Ning's expression.

He drooped his brows and eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile on the corners of his lips was barely closed, forming a slightly lonely arc.

...as if he was really hurt by this sentence.

Qing Lang's heart tightened, and he turned his head away from looking at him.

And told himself, don't be fooled by Feng Ning's false appearance again.

But in the next moment, Fengning raised her head and looked at him.

Feng Ning blinked, her expression became extremely determined.

"Qinglang, you are wrong. I will let you know one day that stones can also produce hearts."

This sentence is like a confession.

Qing Lang's heart skipped a beat.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Feng Ning say in an extremely sincere tone: "When I fall in love with someone in the future, when my original body gives birth to a heart, I will be the first to bring it over for you to see!"

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang gritted his teeth resentfully.

And felt that the self who was full of expectations at that moment just now was simply extremely stupid.

The moment Feng Ning brought Qing Lang out of the secret room, Qing Lang was almost dazzled by the sunlight, he frowned, turned his head, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the sunlight from outside the door.

Feng Ning frowned, and with a wave of her sleeves, all the doors and windows of Duyu Pavilion were closed.

The room also became darker, not as dazzling as before.

Qing Lang paused, then turned to look at Feng Ning.

Feng Ning looked at him with a smile and said, "Is the current light still suitable?"

Qinglang: "I'm not an underground ghost, I can't see the sun."

Feng Ning: "Aren't you not used to it?"

Qing Lang was a little speechless: "...Then I will go out later, do you want to bring the dark clouds?"

Feng Ning blinked, but her tone couldn't tell whether she was joking or serious: "It's not impossible."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang took a deep breath, raised his foot and walked out the door, not wanting to see him.

One month, if he stays for another month, he has to leave.

Qing Lang thought in his heart.

If he stayed by Fengning's side any longer...he might never be able to get back that obsessive heart.

"Where are you going?" Feng Ning asked.

Qing Lang: "Go to Jingming Lake to practice swords."

In the past year, he practiced sword every day and never stopped, but now he slacked off for several days because of his illness.

Now it's time to continue practicing with the sword again.

"I knew it." Feng Ning whispered.

Qing Lang: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Feng Ning suddenly threw Qing Lang a piece of clothing, "Change your clothes, this is Gui Ningmen's new Taoist clothing."

Qing Lang didn't shirk, and directly used spells to change into the clothes.

The material of this dress is exquisite, and the style is also good-looking.

It is all white, only the hem and neckline are embroidered with red patterns of auspicious clouds, which looks very happy.

It also fit Qing Lang very well, as if it was tailor-made for him.

But as soon as Qing Lang walked into Jingming Lake, he was stunned.

I don’t know when a wooden table was set up on the lake, and there were some red silks and satins and hydrangea on the table, as if some kind of happy event was about to be held.

And just as he was dazed, countless disciples also came out from all directions.

Jingming Lake had never seen so many people at once, and these disciples were all wearing old-fashioned blue and white clothes, and Qing Lang was the only one in the audience wearing the red-patterned white robe.

wrong.

He's not alone.

Qing Lang turned his head and saw Feng Ning also walking over, wearing the exact same clothes as him.

The sound of crackling firecrackers suddenly sounded on the stage above the lake. Linjiu stood on the stage and pulled a red silk banner, and a vertical banner fell down in an uproar.

"Happy 56st wedding anniversary to Master and Junior Brother [-]!"

Then came the shouts, slogans, applause, and suona.

Qing Lang stared blankly at all this.

At this moment, a dry and warm hand quietly took his hand.

Fengning's gentle and jade-like voice slowly rang in his ears:

"Qinglang, I thought, the secret marriage known to the whole sect is somewhat inappropriate, and now that this ceremony is held, it can be regarded as a serious publicity."

There were waves of light in Qing Lang's eyes.

Feng Ning's eyes were like stars, and she smiled faintly: "Do you like it?"

……like.

Qing Lang pursed his lips, turned his head away, and said with a firm mouth: "...Who cares, it doesn't matter if this ceremony is done or not, anyway, we are going to make up."

But Fengning said softly:

"But before reconciling and leaving, you should still be my husband, Feng Ning, who is upright."

Qing Lang stared at him blankly, and blinked slowly.

Feng Ning held his hand even tighter, led him to the main seat, and said: "Sit down first, the performance is about to start."

As soon as Feng Ning and Qing Lang sat down, disciples kept lining up to give them gifts and congratulatory messages.

Some people Qing Lang had never seen before, maybe the senior brothers and sisters from the past came back specially.

Before Fengning was discovered, he had been hiding in hiding, for fear that others would discover his relationship with Qinglang.

Now that he was completely discovered by others, he also became open-minded, not only holding Qing Lang's hand all the time, but also gently nodding and smiling at every disciple who came to congratulate him.

Before the performance started, Feng Ning cast a spell, and took out countless golden leaves, spiritual fruits, and magic weapons from her small treasury, and they all fell on the hearts of every disciple like wedding candy. On the table, bursts of cheers erupted.

As the curtain on the wooden platform was opened, the performance began. Ge Dazhuang, the devil's good performer, wore a grass skirt and spit out the first fire ring, and the atmosphere was heated to the peak.

"Qinglang, are you happy?" Lin Jiu, who was sitting behind Qinglang, poked Qinglang's arm, his eyes sparkled, and he looked happy, as if he was very happy for him, "Master is finally willing to give you a title." !"

Qing Lang: "..."

Although Qing Lang didn't like Lin Jiu's words very much.

but……

Well, I like it. If Changbai didn't go to retreat to practice and saw this scene, I would like it even more.

Everything is going on very festively.

It's just... the performance on the stage was a little boring.

After all, the performers on stage were all Guiningmen disciples, and most of them didn't have any special skills. Except for the demon disciple who performed fire at the opening ceremony, the rest were all wielding knives and swords.

The first person dances on the stage holding a knife, the second person dances on the stage holding a sword, the third person dances on the stage holding a satin, and the fourth... two people dance together holding a sword.

Those who didn't know looked at it and thought it was some kind of martial arts assessment site.

Feng Ning looked at it for a while and became sleepy. He put one hand on the table and his chin, as if he was about to fall asleep completely.

Qing Lang saw that he was so sleepy that his head was nodding, and suddenly asked in a low voice.

"How do you know...the whole sect knows that we are secretly married? Did some disciple tell you?"

Feng Ning couldn't keep her eyes open, and her voice was hoarse because of sleepiness: "I heard them talking, they said...you used to hold the marriage book, and forced them to read it one by one..."

Qing Lang froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a self-deprecating emotion flashed across his eyes.

"I was really, naive and stupid."

Feng Ning: "...how come?"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that I, who tried so hard to let others know about our relationship?"

Feng Ning's voice was hoarse and blurred, like a whisper in sleep:

"...No... I heard this, I just think you are very...very cute."

Qing Lang was stunned.

After saying this, Fengning's head sank, missing the support of her palm, and she was about to smash it onto the table.

Qing Lang hastily held his head with both hands.

It won't work for a month.

He must leave here immediately.

Qing Lang thought in his heart.

It's a big deal, just come to Qianglu frequently to get tonics in the future.

Otherwise...otherwise he would really be stuck in the mud, and he would never recover, and he would cut off his hopeless roots of love until he died.

He thought so urgently in his heart.

His body seemed to have lost his soul, and he leaned Fengning's head on his shoulder, and moved it closer so that Fengning could sleep more comfortably.