Ling Wuxian's eyes widened, his hands covered his face, and he looked around in a panic, "Mirror! Where is the mirror? Give me the mirror!" he almost roared.

The two orange-clothed women outside the door hurriedly ran in when they heard this voice, and when they saw a slap print on Ling Wuxi's peerless face, they all shouted, "Childe, what's wrong with you?"

Ziluo pursed her lips, although she started a little heavier, there was no need to be like this, right?

Su Fanyu came to Ziluo's side, "Hurry up, or he'll go crazy later!"

"Huh?"

Before Ziluo could react, he saw one of the orange-clothed women holding a small round mirror, and the other holding an unknown ointment rubbing his face. Ling Wuxi, who had just seen a little red mark, suddenly smashed the mirror. "My face...... My face, who did it, who did it!" This time it's really crazy.

"Childe, wake up~ Childe!" Orange Lan kept calling him.

Who knew that Ling Wuxian pinched her shoulders and almost tore her apart. "Tell me, who did it? I want him to die without a place to be buried!"

Su Fanyu secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly added, "It's Song Zhentang!" Ziluo looked at him in surprise, maybe he really had a big disaster. Ling Wuxian was already delirious and ran out murderously. Orange Lan and Orange Yan also left, and because Su Fanyu was an acquaintance, they arched their hands to say goodbye when they left.

"Don't look at his handsome and extraordinary face, it took twenty years of hard work to cultivate. Su Fanyu explained, "At the age of forty, staring at a twenty-year-old face feels unbelievable, isn't it?"

Ziluo nodded, it was true, no wonder he was so afraid of having his face ruined.

She continued: "Ling Wuxian practiced Yin and Yang Palm, and naturally he also needed the sum of Yin and Yang, this exercise can not only help him greatly increase his strength, but also make him still young. It is precisely by relying on this youthful and immortal face that there will be women who will be his practice props one after another. ”

Ziluo seemed to understand whether she understood or not, nodded and said worriedly: "Master, what will happen if he knows that I hit him?"

Su Fanyu gave her a reassuring look, "You don't have to worry about this, although his face is a little spent, he just wants to find a tool to vent, and when he slaughters Songzhentang, this resentment will naturally disappear." For my sake, he won't do anything to you, and besides, he still wants to be in harmony with you. She jokingly laughed at her.

For example, I didn't know what the meaning of "the sum of yin and yang" was just now, but now I have a thorough understanding, men are yang, women are yin, and the sum of yin and yang...... Ziluo pinched her shoulder, "Master, healed the scar and forgot the pain, did you?

Su Fanyu frowned and "hiss~", and quickly avoided her clutches.

"Seeing that the master can't help you now, he dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head, right?"

Ziluo looked at her disdainfully, "Then you will heal your injuries and then teach me a lesson!"

Su Fanyu smiled and understood what she meant. She is a child who doesn't know how to care about people, and only communicates it in this way. "Now I can tell you how you quietly retired from Songzhentang, right?"

Thinking that she would forget about it when she woke up, Ziluo missed her and went to the table to pour a glass of water. "Isn't this kind of trivial matter solved with poison?"

Even if they used poison, they should have screamed once or twice, and they suddenly quieted down behind her, definitely not as simple as using poison. Su Fanyu saw that she didn't want to say, so she didn't ask.

"Speaking of which, the master hasn't told me what kind of martial arts Ba Linglong is. ”

"That's a fun martial art!"

"......" Ziluo stopped talking when she saw her selling Guanzi.

"The so-called Eight Linglong is a kind of power in your hands that turns into a dragon, and it will swim all over the body of the person you hit. The victim is immobile, and the flesh of the body is bulging or wrinkled, and eventually the knee, hip, elbow, and shoulder joints of the person will be broken. A total of eight folds, so it was named Eight Linglong. ”

Ziluo felt a chill after hearing this, such an elegant name was such a vicious martial art.

Seeing her in a daze, Su Fanyu smiled and asked, "What's the matter, scared?"

Ziluo shook her head, "How long did it take for the master to learn this?"

"I've been learning since I was 12 years old. ”

Speaking of which, she didn't know the age of the master, but this should involve concealment for her, and she didn't want to ask more.

Ziluo sighed, and when she learned it, the emperor might die at some point. "Master, can you not learn this?"

Su Fanyu's face was cloudy, "Huh?"

Ziluo slowly explained: "What I want to learn is just to be able to win the world, kill the emperor and take revenge." ”

Su Fanyu angrily walked to the door and pushed the door open, "Then you can go, I have nothing to teach you!"

"Master!" Ziluo was embarrassed.

Finally, there is such a talented apprentice, as long as she follows her way, she will definitely be able to teach her mastery, so that she can make a greater breakthrough and dominate the martial arts. It was her dream to dominate the martial arts, and although she ended in third place every time, she never could untie the knot in her happiness. Every time Yang Yuanhua let her, he defeated everyone, but only lost to her!

"I don't need to treat disciples who are unskilled in martial arts, I shouldn't have accepted you in the first place!"

Ziluo knelt in front of her, "Master, Ziluo is not insincere about them, but there are more important things to do, these are two different things!"

"Hugh has to quibble, go out!" Su Fanyu scolded angrily, turning her face away from her on the ground.

Thinking that she should still be angry, Ziluo responded to her words and walked out slowly. "Master, take good care of your body!"

Su Fanyu closed the door, and what followed was a burst of rummaging over boxes and cabinets, and the sound of porcelain cracking.

Ziluo paused, looked behind her, and sighed deeply. Perhaps, I was too greedy to learn a lot of superior martial arts. They are all extraordinary people, and their temperaments are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Along the way, Ling Wuxian stepped on the snow without a trace, in the flight of the wind legend. Under the night road, the angry light of his eagle eyes was angry, and Orange Lan and Orange Yan had some trouble following, after all, it was not enough for his three successes, so he had to be left far behind.

In less than half an hour, Ling Wuxian came to the gate of Qingzhuang, and there were two Songzhen Hall disciples at the door who were yawning with lamps. Seeing Ling Wuxian suddenly appear outside the gate, he stared at him with sleepy eyes and exclaimed, "Who is it?"

Without saying a word, Ling Wuxian had turned his two palms into an invisible force, and when he teleported over, there were two, and the two of them vomited blood and died.

Hearing the same outside, the patrolling Qingzhuang disciples also came over to check, and a third-rate master who had some experience in the rivers and lakes saw that it was Ling Wuxian and thought that he was dazzled, and then rubbed his eyes and looked closer, it was really him. didn't dare to act rashly, so he fled silently to call the hall master. The two disciples in front of them who were carrying lamps saw that there was no figure behind them, and looked back, "Huh, where is Uncle Shi?"

"Didn't you just follow behind, did you go to the hut?" he said disapprovingly.

The disciple felt that there seemed to be some truth, this uncle loves face the most, and he obviously has no ability but he is boasting about his merits. Nodding and continuing to walk, the two of them were slapped in the back, and they couldn't say half a word.

In the village, Yan Qingchu had already knocked on the doors of several ancestors in a hurry, "Senior brother, Ling Wuxian has come to our Songzhen Hall!"

This book is derived from reading the rim