My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

"Feng Yi, don't cry."

He took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the tears from her face.

She lowered her little face, cried silently, and bit her lips.

His eyes suddenly shone with light: "Master, do you want to give the stone to Fengyi to play with?"

Did she really think that he would return the photo stone to her so easily?

Now I am really desperate to find a cure.

"Don't pretend Fengyi, I won't give you the Shadow Stone."

Jiang He's words became cold, but soon became gentle again:

"However, I will not give away the photo stones for the time being. If you can satisfy me, I will return them to you later."

Fengyi clenched her fists tightly, her eyes dim.

Are you kidding me? You want to use the photo stone to control yourself?

The worst that can happen is that both sides will perish together.

Father, mother, it's not that I don't want to avenge you, it's not that I don't want to rebuild the Jin Dynasty.

Jiang He rubbed her blonde hair again and sighed:

"Yuan Xia is the Holy Son of the Divine Sense Religion. If she helps you, it will be easy to rebuild Da Jin."

Fengyi pursed her lips, cried silently, and said nothing.

"Also, Feng Yan has been killed by me. This is his storage ring. You should recognize it."

Jiang He tossed Feng Yan's ring in his hand.

"Speaking of which, I am also your benefactor. I have avenged your family's destruction."

Feng Yi's eyes were fixed on the ring. Feng Yan, just died like that?

He always carries a second-level top-level formation with him, so how could he be killed by Jiang He?

"You have another enemy now, the culprit of the Dajin tragedy, the Snake Venerable. You may not be familiar with this name. She likes to wear a snake-patterned mask. Do you have any impression of her after hearing what I said? You are not familiar with this person, but I am very familiar with her."

Jiang He took the ring back nonchalantly.

"Master, Fengyi doesn't understand."

Fengyi stared at him timidly with her red and swollen eyes, like a frightened little rabbit.

"It's okay if you don't understand, but you have to listen to me from now on."

Jiang He felt relieved when he saw Feng Yi was in good spirits and the deathly look in her lifeless eyes disappeared.

He was afraid that Feng Yi and his wife would perish together, so he activated the Taoist weapon to self-destruct.

Originally, he didn't think Feng Yi would retaliate in this way, but what he did to her today made Jiang He feel guilty.

"Feng Yi is obedient."

Fengyi nodded obediently, her eyes full of trust.

The white dress Yuan Xia was wearing seemed a little too big on her.

It was draped loosely over the shoulders, revealing the tender shoulders.

He slumped on the ground, struggling to support his weak body with his small hands.

Through her torn skirt, you could still see her still trembling legs.

Her acting skills are pretty good.

Jiang He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly asked, "Feng Yi, just now, wasn't it enough?"

Fengyi first pursed her lips, then blinked frequently.

The little hands were supporting the ground, with five fingers deeply embedded in the ground.

After a while, he whispered faintly, "Help Feng Yi."

"Then be more proactive."

Jiang He sat still and looked up at her.

"But Fengyi is in so much pain."

Fengyi supported her bruised body and staggered to her feet.

Suddenly his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground again.

Jiang He watched her coldly as she struggled to get up. Feng Yi tried several times but was unable to stand still.

She looked at Jiang He pleadingly, but seeing his indifferent expression, mist gathered in her starry eyes again.

She collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, and after a while, she crawled towards Jiang He with difficulty.

She looked at Jiang He cautiously and found that he didn't react at all.

She struggled to squeeze her delicate body into Jiang He's arms, and with her two small hands, she pulled Jiang He's hands one by one to her white thighs.

"." The intense shame made Feng Yi dare not open her eyes.

"Turn around. Since you're so obedient, didn't you want me to kiss you before? Let me reward you."

Jiang He picked up her petite body, and Fengyi's fair skin turned a shy pink.

"Eh"

Isn't it disgusting?

It turned out to be a lie. He clearly liked kissing me before.

It's just too embarrassing, kissing and...

Fengyi was stunned, then she stuck out her tongue obediently and took the initiative to kiss him.

"Woo~"

Another mournful cry was heard.

The girl's eyes gradually became misty, just like the bright and innocent starry sky that encountered a rainstorm and gave up on herself, allowing the rainstorm to rage, and became messy.

Chapter 153 Departure

In an ordinary little courtyard in the county town.

Bai Minxin held a clear long sword in his hand and was slowly evolving the sword energy.

"Susu, watch this! This is it for now."

A wisp of sword thread overflowed from the sword, like a bright white crescent moon, sweeping away a layer of fallen leaves in the yard.

“And so.”

Strands of sword energy suddenly burst out, as fierce and violent as a gust of wind, sweeping up the dust on the ground.

"In the end."

Bai Minxin winked playfully, and the sword energy turned into an airtight net, locking the wooden man tightly, and turning it into sawdust all over the sky.

"This is the sword technique I used to deal with Tianji before. How is it? Have you learned it? It's very simple."

Feng Susu had a dazed look on her face. She only saw Bai Minxin slashing the sword at the void randomly. Countless sword qi appeared inexplicably and crushed the wooden man into pieces.

It seems quite simple?

But the question is how this sword energy is cultivated and how it can be controlled so exquisitely.

She had practiced swordsmanship with the palace priests before, but the old priests who were over a hundred years old and specialized in swordsmanship could only reach the level of sword energy and thunder sound. Min Xin was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she had reached the level of refining sword and condensing silk.

Feng Susu was too embarrassed to say that she didn't understand, so she said:

"It seems, it seems like you have learned something?"

"Ah, Susu practices so hard every day, it won't take long for him to learn it."

Bai Minxin stretched lazily and put away his sword nonchalantly.

"Hahaha."

Feng Susu smiled awkwardly. Bai Minxin usually just sat there smiling foolishly all day long, and she was rarely seen practicing.

However, her cultivation has reached the foundation-building stage, and she also has superb swordsmanship.

On the other hand, I practiced from dawn to dusk, but my cultivation level was still only at the Qi training stage. I couldn't even understand the sword techniques that were performed casually.

hateful

It is obvious that his talent is considered to be at a top level in Dajin.

Why do I work so hard but still not as good as others?

Feng Susu sighed. She was useless and had no talent. No wonder Jiang He didn't care about her at all.

She was sitting in the room before, with a glimmer of hope in her heart, staring at the door, always feeling that Jiang He would push the door open and come in to comfort her the next moment.

It was just like when Min Xin was unhappy before and was comforted by Jiang He.

But Jiang He had finally met his apprentice and had so much to say to her that he had no time to comfort her.

Feng Susu squeezed the hand holding the hilt of the sword, as if she had made up her mind:

"Actually, I still don't quite understand. Min Xin, please teach me again. I still don't know how to condense sword energy."

"OK then!"

Bai Minxin nodded seriously, then deliberately slowed down his movements and continued teaching it again.

Every time she performed her moves, she tried her best and used all her skills.

She deliberately slowed down her movements, which was very exhausting for her.

After going through it all once, I was exhausted and out of breath.

"Huh, Susu, do you understand now? If you still don't understand, can I show you again?"

Bai Minxin exhaled a puff of white mist, her little face covered with sweat. She looked at Feng Susu's dizzy head and asked.

Feng Susu's eyes were almost dazzled, but she still couldn't see anything.

In the past, the worshippers would break down the sword moves into small movements, and then explain in detail the mental method, sword intent, etc., but Bai Minxin just directly showed her how the sword energy appeared.

Even during the second demonstration, the movements were only slowed down.

How could she learn this?

However, Minxin's master Jiang He didn't know any sword skills and just kept punching people.

Min Xin's sword skills should be something he learned on his own, and he doesn't know any profound sword theories.

It's hard to teach her like the old priest did.

Feng Susu wanted to let Bai Minxin demonstrate it again, but when she saw that she was out of breath, she nodded hesitantly:

"Well, Minxin, I'll practice on my own first."

"Okay! If you have any questions, just ask me!"

Bai Minxin narrowed her eyes. Susu was her only friend. Although she didn't understand why Feng Susu practiced so hard, since she could do it, she would definitely do her best.

Um?

Why does Susu practice so hard?

Bai Minxin's brain suddenly stopped working for a while. She thought hard for a moment and couldn't help asking:

"Susu, why do you practice so hard?"

"Shouldn't monks be diligent in their practice?"

Feng Susu widened her eyes in confusion. Practicing diligently was always common sense for cultivators.

She looked at the sweat on Bai Minxin's little face, hesitating.

I really want to wipe Minxin's sweat to show my love for her?

"Whoo~"

Feng Susu plucked up her courage, stiffly raised the corners of her lips, and tried to make a gentle smile.