135, snake and scorpion beauty Yuan Qinglin

It's cloudy, and no sunlight can penetrate the thick clouds. The wind stopped, and the leaves of the huge ginkgo tree in the yard remained motionless. Ye Guyun leaned on the thickest horizontal branch of the ginkgo tree with a knife in his arms, and his legs hung down leisurely. He didn't know whether he was closing his eyes or feeling the meaning of the knife.

"Wrong! When moving, tilt your body to the right and lift your arm up another half an inch.

Under the tall and elegant painted porch facing the ginkgo tree, Yang Feng sits comfortably in a high-backed chair, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand, and holding a strangely fragrant object like a cat's eye stone in the other hand, and his eyes narrowed into a lazy hint like a fox.

Under the ginkgo tree, Han Jing is practicing sword alone. Repeatedly, it is a few simple actions. After hearing Yang Feng's words, her movements changed as he instructed, but her mouth pouted and shouted super unpleasantly, "Hey, you obviously didn't look at it. Why do you say that my movements are not standard?"

Ye Guyun remained motionless, raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Feng indifferently. He was slightly surprised to see the cat-eye-like object. Although the Ye family has fallen, he has also seen some good things. Like the object held by Yang Feng in his hand, he recognized it as a rare soul incense at a glance.

The fragrance attracts the soul. When the monk's body dies but the soul does not dissipate, the fragrance can pull the soul out of the body and enter the soul incense, which can maintain a certain period of time from dispersing.

It is estimated that Yang Feng sensed that the thunderstorm was coming and brought a piece of soul incense on his body. It turned out that he was not so sure of crossing the thunderstorm! Night lonely clouds secretly.

With a hoarse smile, Yang Feng scolded seriously, "Is there any common sense? A practitioner should look at the six ways and listen to all directions, but the teacher can listen without seeing it. If you don't have the ability to listen to the wind and debate, do you have the nerve to accept disciples as a teacher? Girl, it's you who asked me to teach you how to shoot, so you won't listen to the teacher so soon?

Being speechless, Han Jing wrinkled her nose and snorted coldly. She thought for a moment and asked, "Then it makes sense for you to explain why it is an ordinary move to look for snakes. Why is it so standard?"

With a soft smile, Yang Feng's deep pupils glowed: I knew that this girl was not so soft and obedient, but this was also the fun of teaching her.

Jumping to Han Jing's side, Yang Feng also took out the purple electric nine-curve gun and said solemnly, "Then you can take good care of it."

She flashed and sat down in the chair Yang Feng had just sat on. She waved her hand and said, "Well, you can practice." People who don't know will think that she is the master.

I can't care about this girl. Yang Feng's expression was awe of awe, his body was slightly shaking, and the shadow of the gun had been obliquely dispersed, causing the leaves of the ginkgo tree to suddenly tremble without wind and rustle.

Ye Guyun also opened his eyes and looked at it. Obviously, it is similar to Han Jing's previous action, but the difference is that the angle and swing amplitude are slightly offset. This simple move is a little more erratic and mysterious in Yang Feng.

The purple gun body, with the flickering purple light, instantly reflected the lonely eyes of the night clouds, which made his heart palpitate. Even if he hates Yang Feng, he has to admit that this move is completely different from Yang Feng's power.

After Yang Feng's demonstration, he explained the essentials and principles of the action to Han Jing in detail, which also benefited Ye Guyun.

"The most important thing to practice opportunity and understanding is to use your brain. Mandily practice is to get half the result with twice the effort. If you have the opportunity, your understanding is not bad, and you can't move your brain. Yang Feng finally made a summary.

It's rare for Han Jing to be taught with an open mind, and rarely said with an open mind, "I have compiled follow-up skills according to that moral scripture. Can you help me see?"

"Oh? OK." Yang Feng is very interested.

The ice monk's self-created skills let the thunder monk see what the fame is, and how big is Han Jing who created her own skills. Can she practice her self-created skills? Ye Guyun didn't hide his surprised expression and said anxiously, "Ajing, don't mess around."

"It's okay. It's okay for me to practice my own skills before." Han Jing didn't listen to Ye Guyun's words. She quickly wrote the skill and presented it to Yang Feng. She waited eagerly for him to read it and quickly asked, "Is it okay?"

Ye Guyun almost fell from the tree. He really wants to say: practicing skills is not buying shoes. If it's not suitable, change another pair. If something goes wrong with the skills, people will die! However, in terms of his experience, he stared at Yang Feng fiercely and waited for an answer.

It made both of them feel that they had been waiting for almost a century before Yang Feng said slowly: "Well, there is no big problem with this skill, but the route of Xuanli operation is too complicated. Compared with the current fast success method of pursuing speed and only practicing the main vein and abandoning the branches, the advantage is that the foundation is solid, and the disadvantage is that even if there is With sufficient materials to assist cultivation, even if the talent is good and the cultivation speed is not fast.

When she heard that there was no big problem with her self-created skills, Han Jing had to show off again: "It's your waste material cultivation speed will be slow. If you specialize in fighting geniuses like me, even if the route of Xuanli is twice as complicated, the cultivation speed is as fast as you."

Even if he thought Han Jing's words were true, Yang Feng couldn't help but sarcastically, "This cowhide is a little mysterious."

Yang Feng seemed to be addicted. Han Jing laughed and said, "Jealous, it doesn't matter. I can understand that you have always been touted to feel super good about yourself, thinking that you are an arrogant maniac who will never be surpassed by legends. You definitely can't accept that there is a better existence than you."

It was really depressed. Yang Feng looked up and asked, "Has she always been so arrogant?"

was also very stimulated. Ye Guyun actually answered the words with a wry smile: "She has never been modest, just after I knew her."

"Hey, being too modest is proud. I just stated a fact, okay?" Han Jing waved her fist and shouted. This debate is not new to her. If her sister controls her brothers, it can be traced back to her extremely complacency when she was a toddler. The first thing she learned was not called "mother" or "dad", let alone "brother", but the sentence "Jing is the most powerful".

In the sun, the laughter is unscrupulous. That bright smile made Yang Feng intoxicated while admiring it. He forgot the title of his apprentice and all the women who walked into his life.

Yuan Qinglin, who was jealous of Mei Xueyi, was also suffering. In a garden, she listened to the maid like a statue about Yang Feng's anger to flatten the Maple Forest Medicine Valley for her disciples.

"What's going on, Yuer, you say from the beginning, why did he level the Maple Forest Medicine Valley? He knows very well that it is the territory of our pharmacist's Hall." Yuan Qinglin's voice was flat and her face was very calm, but the occasional hatred flashed in her eyes made people see that her heart was not calm.

The maid is so clear about the context as if she had experienced it herself, but I'm afraid that Han Jing herself has never been able to explain it in such detail.

"Don't he know that Mei Xueyi's bitch is also in Fenglin Medicine Valley?" The tone is not slow, and the expression is still gentle, but Yuan Qinglin's eyes have a strong sadness of rabbit death.

"The situation of Fenglin Yaogu has always been monitored by the Nanmo Branch of Xuanqi Temple. Even if Lord Yang did not notice that Mei Xueyi went to Fenglin Yaogu, Qiaosen must know. But Joson didn't remind him at all that it was definitely not negligent. In the end, the maid added a little of her own judgment and quickly shut up as if she was alert and lost her words.

"Well, why didn't you continue?"

"The maidservant is wrong. You shouldn't speculate about Lord Yang Feng's meaning."

"say." Yuan Qinglin roared out. This gaffe is very unusual for her lady model, which also shows that she is about to let jealousy burn her reason.

"Yes." The maid shrank and said weakly, "It should be in Yang Feng's mind that his disciples are more important than Mei Xueyi."

"Yes, you're right." She said it was right, but Yuan Qinglin slapped the maid in the face and felt unresolved and kicked out again.

She was beaten and knelt down. Otherwise, she would not cry for mercy, but her body kept shaking. Obviously, she was extremely afraid of Yuan Qinglin.

"That's ridiculous! I'm afraid that Mei Xueyi's goblin didn't expect that she was just a leaf in Yang Feng's mind when she walked through the flowers. She always thought that it was only family background that she lost to me. She always thought that Yang Feng must be hers if she came from a famous family like me.

Suddenly there was a hysterical laugh until she choked with laughter. After coughing for a while, Yuan Qinglin said to herself, "It turns out that he is so masculine. Mei Xueyi, you are afraid that you will not know until you die. In his mind, you are the same as me. For him, we are no different from roadside wildflowers. We can pick them when they are interested and throw them away after enjoying them. Is that right? Yuer, do you think so too?"

The maid dared not answer, but kept kowtowed and begged for mercy.

In fact, Yuan Qinglin has forgotten the existence of the maid, and tears finally fell from her face: "At least we also have a marriage contract. Even if you have a legitimate reason not to marry me immediately, for the cooperation between the two families, you should not be so ruthless and openly shouting to flatten the Fenglin Medicine Valley of my Pharmacist Hall. Where did you put me and our Yuan family?

The maid was even more afraid to answer. She was still worried about whether she would be killed by the master who looked like a snake and scorpion when she heard Yuan Qinglin's inner thoughts, because Xiaer, who had served the master with her for ten years, committed suicide by poisoning because she knew the master's secret and was ordered to commit suicide.

After venting, Yuan Qinglin regained her usual calmness. There was a strange and sinister cold light in her eyes, but she said gently, "Yuer, when did Mu Yinwen arrive at Fenglin Medicine Valley?"

Although she didn't understand why the master asked this, Yuer answered honestly: "On the third day before the day, I went to find Mei Xueyi. That is, it arrived one day later than Mei Xueyi.