All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

"...Master...Master, this is the road map for the first group of traveling disciples."

Lin Jiu bowed his head and stood under the desk, offering the list with both hands.

Feng Ning took the list in his hand, glanced up at him, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell today? Why is your face so pale?"

"Ah, no...no." Linjiu hurriedly shook his head, he grabbed his hand tightly, "I'm fine."

Linjiu hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Fengning firmly: "...Master, can I ask you something?"

Feng Ning: "Tell me."

Lin Jiu: "Why did you accept me as an inner disciple at that time? Obviously, my performance among my fellow disciples was not outstanding."

Feng Ning put down the list in her hand, and smiled with a touch of nostalgia: "Do you still remember that Eye-Living Demon? It broke into the school at that time, and all the disciples were at a loss, only you rushed to the front."

Lin Jiu scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "That's because I was too stupid to treat it as an ordinary bird demon, and I didn't even know how dangerous it was."

Feng Ning smiled gently, "Really? But I never thought you were stupid, I only thought you were brave and kind. Even though it was difficult for me to deal with it, I always wanted to protect others."

Linjiu's face turned red, and after a while, he asked again: "...then...why did you accept Junior Brother 56 as an inner disciple? Is it because he is a highly talented demon genius?"

Feng Ning was silent for a while, and then said: "Maybe it's because of selfishness."

After all, he thought that he was in love with Qinglang at the time, so he naturally tried his best to get involved with him.

Linjiu's eyes moved slightly, then he took two steps back and took his leave softly.

He quietly clenched his fists in his heart before leaving.

...Master, I will protect you.

It will also protect your amazing love.

Qing Lang felt very strange.

The strange thing is not that the people in the teacher's school look at him abnormally.

But the way he looks at him is too normal.

As if nothing happened.

Oh, except for Linjiu.

He went to deliver books to Feng Ning, Lin Jiu blushed and turned his head away.

Feng Ning instructed him in the sword practice movements, Lin Jiu blushed and looked up to the sky.

When Feng Ning was speaking to all the previous inner disciples, he walked over to serve Feng Ning tea, and seemed to accidentally touch Feng Ning's hand.Linjiu suddenly coughed violently as if he had an illness, he coughed so loudly that everyone looked at him worriedly, and told him to go find Qianglu quickly.

Qing Lang sighed in his heart, feeling a little regretful.

He originally thought that Linjiu was a big talker, after all, Linjiu had also spread the news about his broken sleeve.

It's just that Linjiu suddenly changed his temper and became tight-lipped when encountering Fengning's matter.

Forget it, let's keep it a secret.

After all, Chang Bai and Tu Bai were the only ones he cared about.

It doesn't matter if other people know it or not.

"Qinglang!"

As soon as Qing Lang walked out of Duyu Pavilion with the plate, he saw Lin Jiu, who had just been kicked out to see a doctor, leaning on the door with his arms crossed and looking at him.

Lin Jiu has a round face and a pair of round eyes, which looks cute and cute, but now he is frowning tightly, looking a bit serious.

Qing Lang glanced at him: "Why don't you go see a doctor?"

Lin Jiu said angrily: "I'm not sick, why go to see a doctor?! And Qinglang, aren't you a bit too restrained?"

Qing Lang raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Why didn't I know how to restrain myself?"

"Don't think that I didn't see what you did just now. There are so many people in Duyu Pavilion just now, how dare...how dare..." Linjiu looked around, lowered his voice, and said in a small and angry way The voice said, "...how dare you touch Master's hand?!"

Qing Lang smiled and said: "We are husband and wife, why can't we touch his hand?"

Linjiu opened his eyes wide in shock, his lips trembled: "You two are married—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the brothers who came out one after another next to him, and once again, in disbelief, he tightly covered his mouth.

It seemed that he was afraid that he would be agitated and let the matter go.

"Shh."

Qing Lang made a silent gesture to him again, his eyes were bent, sparkling in the clear pupils.

"Please don't keep it secret for us."

Although Qinglang might not have to suffer lightning strikes again, he still didn't slack off in practicing kung fu.

Feng Ning was very pleased with this.

Feng Ning sat on the recliner and read a book, while Qing Lang stood under the tree and practiced his sword.

Feng Ning took a fruit and threw it into her mouth, then lowered her head and turned a page of the playbook about marriage first and then love that she had just found.

I feel more and more that life is smooth and worry-free.

"What book are you reading?"

Qing Lang put away his sword and walked towards Feng Ning.

The young man approached step by step against the light, with a tall body, and the sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on him, as if he was shining himself.

Feng Ning sighed slightly in her heart.

Such a young man, if he doesn't fall in love with this, who else can he fall in love with in the future?

Qing Lang looked down at the book cover, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Master, why are you reading this kind of book?"

Feng Ning lay on the chair and raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were frank, without the slightest hint of embarrassment or shyness: "I'm learning how to make our two love each other faster."

Qing Lang closed the book and put it aside.

Then he leaned over and kissed Feng Ning on the cheek: "Master, you don't need to study deliberately, we are already very fast."

Feng Ning: "Really?"

"Ah."

Qing Lang smiled and kissed Feng Ning's lips again.

His movements were light and soft, like a feather passing by, and itchy.

Feng Ning didn't hate it.

He raised his head slightly so that Qing Lang could kiss him more easily.

Sensing his movement, Qing Lang froze for a moment.

But the next moment, a deeper and more urgent kiss fell, making people almost powerless to resist.

Feng Ning felt that it was difficult to keep up with him, so she could only do her best to cater to him.

Qing Lang went even crazier, he held Feng Ning's waist, and took out a teleportation talisman with the other hand: "Master, I think it's time for us to let nature take its course..."

"Snapped!"

Feng Ning threw him off the recliner.

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang squeezed the teleportation talisman in his hand, looked up at Feng Ning with some injuries.

Seeing that Feng Ning had already adjusted his clothes and got off the couch, he came over and helped Qing Lang up from the ground, his face turned a little red: "... Linjiu is here."

Qing Lang: "..."

Why does Seventh Senior Brother bother him and Master every day? !

When Lin Jiu arrived, Feng Ning had just pulled Qing Lang up from the ground, still holding hands.

It's not that Feng Ning doesn't let go, but because he doesn't know what's wrong with Qing Lang, he insists on holding on to Feng Ning's hand.

Seeing Linjiu staring at the two holding hands, Fengning suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

— After all, Linjiu is only a child in his [-]s.

Feng Ning had no choice but to pull Qing Lang to the recliner and sit down, then took his pulse and tested the spiritual energy in his body, he looked at Qing Lang with a hypocritical and kind expression: "You relax, don't be nervous, I'm just I just wanted to test your spiritual power."

Linjiu looked at Fengning's slightly stiff movements and moist lips, and belatedly understood.

"Master...Master, I thought that your fruit plate was almost finished, so I brought you another plate. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After finishing speaking, he put down the fruit plate in a panic, and left in a hurry before Feng Ning could reply.

Qing Lang looked up at Feng Ning's red lips from his kiss, and became a little distracted again. He reminded in a hoarse voice: "Master... Brother Qi is gone."

Feng Ning frowned.

Qing Lang sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ning: "The spiritual fruits I gave you, did you seriously eat them?"

Qinglang nodded: "I never fell down once. Some time ago, because I ate too much, my spiritual power was a little congested. Master, you still help me pass one or two."

Feng Ning was even more confused.

Qing Lang ate the spiritual fruit on time and practiced kung fu every day, but the spiritual power in his body didn't increase much.

When he probed the meridians in Qinglang's body for the first time, he vaguely felt that there was a barrier in his body.He didn't care about it at the time, thinking that this barrier would gradually break through with the increase in skills.

But when he tested it now, he only felt that the barrier was thicker, blocking out all the spiritual power he nourished.

Even... that barrier is still devouring spiritual power.

If it goes on like this, let alone improving spiritual power, it will be a question of whether life can be saved.

"You practice the sword first, I'll go to the medical clinic." Feng Ning said.

When Fengning rushed to the clinic, Qianglu was not there.

Fengning was a little anxious, unable to calm down and do other things, so she flipped through some medical books and waited for Qianglu to come back.

This is the medical hall of Guiningmen, and Qianglu is also a medical fairy of Guiningmen, so most of the books here are obtained by Fengning's search.

He hadn't even opened some of the books, but he just thought they were useful, so he packed them up and carried them to the clinic.

Therefore, the bookcases in this medical center are also mixed with good and bad people, with all kinds of books.

For example, this thin booklet with a black cover turned out to be full of strange sorcery, which is really not suitable for a holy place like a medical hall.

Feng Ning was about to close the book, but when she looked at the content on that page, she suddenly stopped.

Devil, Devil's Palace.

Feng Ning was dressed in white, with a fierce look on his face, he carried a knife and broke into Qing Lang's bedroom.

Everyone looked at each other.

Those guards and maids saw with their own eyes how their little Highness of the Mozu walked into his room holding someone's hand, and how he dismissed everyone, staying there for a long, long time.

They also knew that the one in front of them was the High God of the heavens, and even if they risked their lives, they couldn't move at all.

So when he entered with a knife, no one dared to stop him.

Only the chief guard ran to report to the Demon Queen.

The Queen had no choice but to win Fengning, so she hurriedly sent someone to inform Qing Dahuai.

When Qing Dahuai rushed to Qinglang's bedroom, he only heard a loud bang.

He paused, and his heart sank slowly.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

The sunlight shot down from the window and shone on the red-gold phoenix-feathered long knife in Feng Ning's hand, almost dazzling.

Under the long knife was a pitch-black bed board that had been broken into pieces.

Under the bed board is an old rattan net.

The vine net was as big as the whole bed, each vine was as thick as a child's arm, the whole was black, covered with dry and cracked lines, but the golden light permeated in the lines, like being buried under the abyss. The imprisoned golden dragon looked very strange.

Qing Dahuai's lips trembled, and he raised his head.

Feng Ning looked at him with an expression he had never seen before.

There was a strong sense of ridicule on his usually indifferent and gentle face, and his eyes were as cold as cold arrows that could pierce human armor.

"Qing Dahuai, using the spirit-eating net to torture Qing Lang every day and night, is this how you love your precious great-grandson?"