All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning tasted the pain of love for the first time. On the night when Qing Lang cursed him, "It's better to die", he politely rewarded himself with three pots of strong wine, and came to drink away his sorrow.

Then I fell asleep all at once until this morning.

It was the second disciple Ling Feng who pulled him out of the wine jar.

During the apprenticeship ceremony, he had a headache that almost exploded.

Even casting the "Spiritual Curse" on himself three times is of no avail.

——After all, it is wine that Dionysus has brewed for thousands of years to relieve sorrow.

The huge group of disciples wearing the same costumes in front of her made Fengning dizzy even more.

Fortunately, he has participated in this apprenticeship ceremony 27 times, and he can walk through the process with his eyes closed.

Feng Ning straightened their clothes and crowns with spells, raising their reputations.

The whole ceremony was finally completed smoothly.

The second disciple beside him lowered his head and reminded: "Master, you haven't selected inner disciples yet."

Feng Ning thought for a while, rubbed his forehead lightly with his fingertips, and then said: "I am not very familiar with you now, and you can choose in the future as an inner disciple."

The disciples had no objection, and left after respectfully saluting.

It's just that there is a Mozu disciple in the middle of the third row who seems to be not feeling well, his limbs are a little stiff, and his movements are very uncoordinated, looking in a trance.

Feng Ning lowered her head and instructed Ling Feng: "Tell the new disciples that there is a free medical clinic in Guining Sect. If you feel unwell, you should go to see it in time."

Ling Feng: "Yes."

Feng Ning went back to the house and threw herself on the bed exhausted.

Dionysus's three altars of sorrow-relieving wine were very torturous, and Feng Ning lay on the bed for a long time without any relief.

He subconsciously went to get the hangover medicine that he had hoarded, only to realize that the medicine had been consumed at some point.

Feng Ning stood up, stretched her waist, and walked slowly towards the medical center.

Immortal Qianglu lit the special tranquilizing incense in the medical hall, and as soon as Feng Ning entered, she felt refreshed.

Immortal Qianglu is not here for the time being, she seems to have gone to gather medicine, so Feng Ning very consciously found a corner bed, drew the curtains, and lay there by herself with her eyes closed.

Anshenxiang is very useful, it penetrates into the mind one by one, and makes people relax even the nerves and limbs.

Even Fengning entered a long-lost dream.

It was very early, when the human world had not yet been formed, the demon world had not yet been born, and there were only a few gods in the sky, so there was no climate.

At that time, Feng Ning had not yet transformed into a human form.

Everything he saw and heard was a blur.

In the haze, he seemed to see the sun shining on himself.

My whole body became warm.

Then, he heard a distant voice sigh softly:

"...When will you understand love?"

Feng Ning suddenly opened her eyes, and the fluttering white gauze and blurred and flustered figure fell into her eyes.

Feng Ning frowned, stretched out her hand quickly, and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Who?" Feng Ning said sharply.

Through the white gauze, the other party's breathing and heartbeat became clearly audible.

Sounds tense.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the thief was caught on the spot.

The man raised his head slowly.

Through the white gauze, Feng Ning couldn't see this person's face clearly, she only thought it should be a very young boy.

The young man's voice was a bit difficult: "...Master."

It was only then that Feng Ning realized that this person was wearing the clothes of his disciples.

Feng Ning let go of her hand.

The young man took a step back and explained: "...Master, I didn't know it was you just now, so I opened the curtain by mistake and disturbed your rest. Please punish me."

Feng Ning said: "No need. Are you a new disciple?"

"Yes."

"What number?"

"...Number 56."

Feng Ning thought for a while, and then remembered what she had memorized by rote: "You are Qing Yang, from the demon clan?"

"...Yes, Master."

Feng Ning stood up and slowly lifted the white gauze.

But the disciple named Qing Yang suddenly lowered his head, every piece of skin on his body was tense, as if he was extremely nervous.

Feng Ning smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? I don't eat people."

Qing Yang took a step back silently: "...Master was joking."

"I found it! Who wanted Jingxin Pills just now?" Qianglu poked her head out from the counter and asked, holding out a delicate wooden box.

Qing Yang's stiff shoulders slumped a little, as if he was relieved, he hurried over to get the box, thanked her, and greeted Feng Ning in a low voice, then hurried out the door.

"Xiao Langjun, go slowly!"

Looking at Qing Yang's back, Qiang Lu couldn't help but said: "This kid is really good-looking, if he's older, I'd like to do it."

Feng Ning yawned, and walked over lazily.

His slender knuckles tapped the table twice lightly, bringing Qianglu back to her senses: "If you want to harm people, go elsewhere, don't harm my disciples of Guining Sect."

Qiang Lu curled her lips: "What are you doing here again?"

Feng Ning leaned on the counter, said with a smile: "Hangover medicine, bring me a few more packs."

Qianglu glanced at him, and asked while dispensing the medicine: "What kind of wine? It's so strong that you can't stand it."

Feng Ning sighed: "Bacchus' wine to soothe your sorrows, I haven't recovered after sleeping for three days."

Qianglu frowned, and said suspiciously: "Why are you drinking sour wine when you're free? Dionysus's sour wine is famous for its good reputation. People who are depressed, have trouble in love, and have trouble in career , no matter what the sorrows are, if you drink it, you will forget about it immediately, and you will be able to feel at ease for at least two or three days, but if you have no worries in your heart, but you insist on drinking it, it will make you feel unhappy."

"Look at what you said, of course I drink that wine to relieve my worries. Why should I drink it when I have nothing to do?"

Qianglu handed the prepared medicine to Fengning: "Then you must have bought fake wine."

Feng Ning took the medicine, thought about it seriously, and felt that what Qiang Lu said was very reasonable.

The pain of love he has suffered is not fake, so what is fake?

Of course it's fake wine.

Qing Lang almost ran out of the hospital as if fleeing.

It wasn't until the medical hall was thrown tens of meters behind him that his heart slowly returned to its normal speed.

Qing Lang leaned against a huge tree, and his whole body was shrouded in the shade of the tree, but he couldn't restrain his rationality that was about to collapse and his strange emotions that were burning like fire.

He felt that his whole body was being burned by a mass of fire, so that he had no room to think.

Qing Lang hastily took out the box containing the Jingxin Pills, his hands trembled uncontrollably when he opened it, and then he picked up a Jingxin Pill and swallowed it like a seriously ill patient.

Suxiao Jingxin Pill was swallowed into his stomach, like a piece of extremely cold ice, which lowered the temperature of his internal organs.

Sanity is also gradually recovering at this moment.

"...It's just that they look alike, they are by no means the same person, they just look alike..."

Qing Lang heard himself muttering.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body lost strength, his legs bent, and he sat down under the tree.

Qing Lang raised his head, raised his left hand slowly, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, covering the scattered sunlight that fell through the cracks in the trees.

...as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare.

"... Qing Yang?"

A strange yet familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Qing Lang shivered, moved his arms away, and looked up.

Master Feng Ning stood in the light and looked down at him. The backlight angle made Qing Lang unable to see Master's face clearly, but it did not prevent him from sensing the emotion in Master's eyes.

Master looked at him and frowned slightly.

Although there is love in Master's eyes, there is also indifference.

Although there was kindness in Master's expression, there was also alienation.

...as if they met for the first time.

Master looked at him as if he was looking at an ordinary disciple.

It was completely different from that old perverted gaze.

—Yes, they are two completely different people.

After all, he Qinglang just concealed the magic horn on his forehead and changed the color of his pupils, other than that, his appearance is no different from before.

If the person in front of him is really that old pervert, how could he not recognize himself? !

Besides, that old pervert is such a shameless rascal, how could he be the same person as a deity like Master Feng Ning?

Furthermore, transfiguration is prevalent in this world, and many gods will transform themselves into sages to admire themselves.

That old pervert is already shameless, what else can't he do?

Maybe he not only used the appearance of the master, but also came out to show off...

Thoughts gradually returned, and rationality took over the peak.

Qing Lang's heart gradually calmed down.

Feng Ning's gaze shifted from Qing Yang's jade tablet to his face, seeing his pale face, eyes that were still in shock, slightly frowned, and asked: "Qing Yang, are you still feeling unwell? Don't go to the doctor's office again?"

Fortunately, the young man's expression soon became normal. He stood up and saluted Feng Ning: "Thank you for your care, Master. The disciple is fine."

He looked down at the big and small bags of medicine in Fengning's hand, and his expression became very nervous: "It's Master, but what's wrong with you that you need to take so many medicines?"

Feng Ning looked at the medicine in his hand, and his face became a little embarrassed.

After all, he is shameless, and there is no way he can bluntly say in front of the new disciples that all the piles in his hands are anti-alcoholic medicines.

. . . he looked like an incoherent drunkard.

Seeing that Feng Ning did not speak, Qinglang realized that he had overstepped the rules. He took a step back and said in a slightly nervous tone: "This disciple has absolutely no intention of prying into Master's privacy. If Master doesn't want to talk about it, this disciple will not ask about it." .”

"I don't mean to blame you, these are just medicines for nourishing vitality, and they are not worth mentioning." Feng Ning paused, looked at the young man, and asked calmly, "...Are you afraid of me?"

Qing Lang immediately said: "No!"

Fengning: "Then why don't you dare look up at me?"

Qing Lang moved his mouth and raised his head slowly.

His eyes were dark and bright, reflecting the sun's light, making them appear clearer and more transparent, and the nervousness could be seen clearly in these eyes.

But in these pure black pupils, Feng Ning vaguely gave birth to a strange and familiar feeling.

Where did you see it?

Feng Ning tried hard to think for a long time, but she couldn't remember where she had seen this young boy with fair complexion, handsome face, smooth and full forehead, and black and white eyes.

But Feng Ning didn't continue to dig into the horns. After all, he had lived for tens of thousands of years and had seen countless people. If he could remember everyone's appearance, he would have to grow at least ten more heads.

So, he asked, "We... have we met before?"

The boy in front of him suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His dark pupils reflected the light and shadow shaken by the leaves, reflecting unknown but tense emotions.