All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

The little wolf cub grabbed his ankle, his mana was so strong that he couldn't move, but he still had a pitiful look on his face: "Master, we are going to be married soon, but you not only Forbid me to share the good news with anyone, but they don't even let me go to bed..."

Feng Ning gritted her teeth: "Isn't it because of you last night..."

Qing Lang blinked and looked at him with an extremely innocent expression.

...that's all.

All this is for practice.

Feng Ning took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said to herself, "...Hurry up."

The little wolf cub rushed over with bright eyes.

"You always come to get tonic again?" Qianglu asked with a frown.

"Yes." Feng Ning yawned, tapped on the table with her fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me more this time."

Seeing him leaning against the table, Qianglu looked like he couldn't even stand upright, and his expression became serious: "Fengning, what happened recently? You know you've already asked me to take tonics seven times this month. ?"

Feng Ning nodded casually: "I know, I'm fine, give me the medicine."

Qianglu came around from behind the table, and reached out to touch Fengning's wrist: "Don't move, I'll take your pulse and see what's wrong with you, why you became so weak..."

But Feng Ning dodged her before her hand touched Feng Ning.

Feng Ning blinked, and said: "Qianglu, this is not like you, you have never been so fussy about taking medicine for me before."

Feng Ning still remembered that one time he went to Qianglu to get medicine covered in blood, Qianglu just threw the medicine to him, didn't ask anything, and only told him: "Wipe the blood on the ground before leaving. "

Qianglu glanced at him: "You have never been so weak before."

Even though Feng Ning was covered in blood from injuries, his complexion was pale, his brows and eyes were full of aloofness, and his aura of avoiding strangers made Qiang Lu almost think that the blood on his body belonged to someone else.

"Tonic." Feng Ning smiled meaninglessly, "If you don't give it to me, I'll go find someone else to get it."

Qianglu sighed, and finally gave him the tonic.

The moment Qianglu handed the medicine to Fengning, she looked into his eyes and said earnestly: "Fengning, if anything happens to you, you must tell me, I think your current state is very wrong .”

"Hmm."

Feng Ning responded somewhat perfunctorily.

He held up the medicine bag in his hand, thanked Qianglu again with a smile, then turned and left.

Feng Ning's own physical condition is very clear to him.

He is also very clear about Qing Lang's physical condition.

Fengning drank the medicine and went straight to Jingming Lake.

Qing Lang is still practicing sword.

He is not so much practicing sword, more like practicing sword energy.

He was hanging above the water, and he slashed down with a knife, causing thousands of waves in the water.

Like a stormy sea.

But Qinglang's face was calm, as if he had already gotten used to his abilities.

Because Qing Lang's "hard work" on a certain matter exceeded Feng Ning's expectations, his skills also improved surprisingly fast.

A year ago, it took him two hours to kill the giant monster, but now, it only takes one sword.

Not only that, but the spirit devouring net on his body also began to become thin and fragile. If it continues like this, it will fall off in less than half a month. By that time, his skill will increase to another level.

"Master, have you drunk the medicine again?" Qing Lang put away the sword in his hand, turned his head and sniffed him lightly.

"No." Feng Ningqing coughed twice, and walked away from him a little guilty.

Qing Lang put his left hand on his shoulder, turned him over, leaned over to kiss him very skillfully.

The scent of herbs in Fengning's lips and teeth permeated, Qinglang frowned, and bit his lips punitively: "Master is lying."

Feng Ning opened her eyes, covered her bitten lips, and pushed him away: "What are you doing? There will be many disciples passing by here!"

Qing Lang raised his eyes and looked across the lake.

Hmm... Master is right, there are indeed many disciples passing by here.

There are three or four herbalists on the opposite side of the lake.

He was staring at them dumbfounded.

Seeing Qing Lang staring at them, the group of people immediately disappeared without a trace using the ground escaping technique, invisibility technique, and teleportation technique like frightened birds.

Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning with a smile, and said, "Not now, Master, I'm always watching."

Feng Ning raised her head and looked around.

Well, sure enough, no one was there.

His heart felt at ease in an instant.

"Master, you haven't told me why you take medicine so frequently?" Qing Lang continued to ask.

Feng Ning was silent for a while, then suddenly sighed, with a sad expression on her face: "...I didn't want to tell you about this."

Qing Lang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became a little nervous.

Feng Ning continued: "Actually, I am indeed sick and need to be supplemented with medicine."

Qinglang panicked and said: "Master, it seems that you have used the medicinal fragrance on your body for a long time, but every time I ask you, you don't say... When did you have this disease? What kind of disease is it? Seriously ?"

Feng Ning glanced at him, sighed again, shook her head, and didn't speak.

"Master..." Qing Lang held his hand, his voice trembling.

Feng Ning sighed for the third time, closed her eyes, her expression was very sad: "Actually...you can help me cure this disease, but I never mentioned it to you, just because I was afraid that you would not want to."

Qing Lang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I am willing, Master, what do I need to do? I am willing to do anything, Master, what is this disease?"

Feng Ning opened her eyes, was silent for a while, and said:

"Kidney deficiency."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang silently let go of Feng Ning's hand.

Feng Ning held his hands tightly behind her back, with a sincere expression on her face: "Qing Lang, in fact, as long as you control it a little bit in the future, I won't need to take this medicine anymore!"

Qing Lang: "...to what extent is it controlled?"

Feng Ning felt as if she had seen the dawn of victory, and her eyes lit up: "I've done the math! Once a month is enough! If it's once every two months, it's even better!"

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang looked up at Feng Ning, his eyes were more sincere than his:

"Master, from now on, I will decoct your medicine for you every day. I heard that Qilin blood can nourish the kidney deficiency. You are resting here. My disciple will catch a Qilin and let you drink the blood every day. "

Feng Ning: "..."

Beast!

Feng Ning gently reminded: "Qing Lang, do you know what it means to respect a teacher?"

Qing Lang took Feng Ning's hand and kissed his fingertips, with a slight smile in his eyes:

"All I know is that someone has been calling me a rebel almost every night."

Feng Ning: ...a crime.

Qing Lang did what he said, and that night, he actually caught a little unicorn.

Qilin is an auspicious beast, but the little Qilin who has not yet developed its intelligence is no different from a fierce beast.

Seeing Qing Lang's hand covered with bite marks and blood, Feng Ning frowned, took the little unicorn, and locked it up temporarily.

"Why are you so crazy that you really captured the Qilin? This Qilin is an auspicious beast, and you are not afraid that the elders of its clan will come to trouble you? You also injured yourself like this?"

However, Qing Lang didn't seem to know the pain at all, with a dazzling smile on his brows: "Master, you love me?"

"Of course I love you." Feng Ning frowned, carefully cupping Qing Lang's hand, "It's a good hand hurt like this... Does it hurt?"

He spoke smoothly, without any hesitation, as if it should be taken for granted.

Qing Lang was taken aback.

Immediately, the smile between his brows became even more wanton: "It hurts, master help me."

Feng Ning frowned and glanced at him, as if she was looking at someone with an abnormal mind.

Even so, he did not ignore Qing Lang's unreasonable request.

... After all, he has responded to Qing Lang's even more unreasonable demands in the past year.

Qinglang is still young, it doesn't matter if he follows him more.

He lowered his eyes, performed a healing technique on Qing Lang, and then gently blew on his hand: "Does it still hurt?"

But the next moment, he was pulled into his arms and kissed one after another.

The joy in Qing Lang's eyes was almost overflowing, and the kiss was like a happy bird, pecking here and there, in a haphazard manner, first the eyes, then the cheeks, and then the lips, as if they couldn't kiss enough of.

Just when the little bird started to peck down Feng Ning's collar again, Feng Ning sighed softly and pushed Qing Lang's head away from her body: "It's getting late, you go to bed first, I Go to the doctor's office."

Qing Lang: "It's so late, what is Master doing in the medical center?"

Feng Ning pointed to the wound on his hand, and stood up: "The wound that Qilin bites is extraordinary, and if it is to be completely cured, medicine is needed."

"I don't think it's a serious problem." Qing Lang stretched out his arms to hug Feng Ning's waist, pressed his cheek against it, and rubbed it reluctantly.

Feng Ning pointed Qing Lang's forehead with her index finger, and pushed his head stuck to her body away again:

"I feel disturbed, go to bed."

Qing Lang thought for a while, then stood up suddenly, took Feng Ning's hand, his eyes sparkled, as if he was unwilling to part with him for a moment: "Then I will go with you."

Feng Ning thought for a while, then nodded: "Alright."

Even after arriving at the medical clinic, Feng Ning let Qing Lang let go of the hands they were holding together, but Qiang Lu still had a strange expression when she saw them appearing together in the middle of the night.

After a while, she still couldn't hold back, pulled Fengning aside, and said, "Well, Fengning, I actually heard some... rumors today..."

Feng Ning's expression was frank: "What rumors?"

Qianglu: "..."

Qianglu frowned hesitantly, and finally said: "Forget it, the rumor is inexplicable, it must be nonsense, I have known you for so long, it is impossible, impossible..."

Feng Ning sighed: "What rumor? You told me."

"It's okay!" Qianglu waved her hands boldly, "Others don't know who you are, but I don't know? Well, what's the matter with you bringing your most beloved little disciple here?"

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment: "My most beloved little disciple?"

Qiang Lu glanced at Qing Lang who was staring at them, and said, "... Anyone with a discerning eye can see it, right?"

Qianglu patted Feng Ning on the shoulder: "I know that your little apprentice is extremely talented, and you have made rapid progress this year, which shocked many people... But they are all your disciples, even if you are biased, don't be biased." The experience is so obvious, right? You taught the swordsmanship yourself, you found the supplements yourself, carried them with you all day long, and stayed with you every step of the way... I think the other disciples didn’t sign a joint letter, and it’s already giving you face to scold you for treating them differently. gone."

Feng Ning thought about it seriously, but couldn't find anything to refute, so she could only say with some guilt: "...I will pay more attention to it in the future."

He turned his head and glanced at Qinglang, and said: "By the way, Qinglang was injured by the Qilin beast. I have already healed him with the healing technique, and you can add some medicine to him."

Qianglu glanced at him: "If you come to see a doctor at my place, do you still need to follow me yourself?"

Feng Ning: "Then I'm leaving?"

Qianglu raised her eyes to look outside the door, raised her chin: "Let's go!"

Feng Ning glanced at Qing Lang who had been glued to him for a long time, and felt a little reluctant to leave.

But Qianglu's appearance made him feel that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely arouse suspicion, so he had no choice but to walk over, give Qinglang a few words, then turned and left.

Qiang Lu looked at Qing Lang and frowned slightly, following Feng Ning's step-by-step gaze, and Feng Ning's appearance of turning her head three times, she felt that she was very much like the big Milky Way that separated the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

She sighed, and finally knew how the rumors of hidden marriages in the division came about.

After reapplying the medicine to Qinglang's hands, Qianglu asked again: "Are there any other injuries?"

Qing Lang nodded, and opened his sleeves.

The blue and white sleeves were gently pulled up.

On his jade-white arm, a bruised and swollen bite mark appeared impressively.

Just now he didn't dare to show it for Fengning to see, now that Fengning is gone, he dared to show the wound for Qianglu to see.

After all, the bite marks were deep enough to show the bone, bloody and bloody, and looked very terrifying.

But Qianglu didn't give half of that gaze to the astonishing wound.

Instead, he stared blankly at the bright red mark on Qing Lang's wrist.

Over the past year, Feng Ning has fed too many Du Meihua to Qing Lang, and the imprint of Du Meihua on Qing Lang's wrist has become more and more obvious.

The bright red flower bloomed on his white wrist, looking magnificent and coquettish.

Very conspicuous.

"Du Meihua?" Qiang Lu raised her head to look at Qing Lang in a daze, and asked, "...You...Aren't you a demon? How could there be such a thing?"

Qing Lang was also stunned.

Suddenly, a strong, uneasy premonition surged in his heart, almost swallowing him completely:

"what is that?"