Fang Ling nodded, he was not hypocritical, not only was he not half proud of the killing of Han Daxian, but he had more of a sense of crisis.

The superb martial arts embodied by the martial arts of the Qi Realm are simply shocking, which makes him understand more in his heart that if he wants to achieve hegemony, it is far from enough with his current strength, there are a large number of masters of the Qi Melting Realm and above cultivation on the earth, and there are even more disciples of the Immortal Sect Evil Dao, I don't know when I will encounter it.

If you want to be invincible in the future battles, if you want to protect your family, and if you want to seek hegemony, you need to continue to cultivate and make continuous progress.

So there was only one thought in Fang Ling's heart, and that was to become stronger, stronger, and stronger!

Because Fang Ling had already entered the Qi Melting Realm, the refined Heaven and Earth Qi would greatly increase the power of the sword qi and finger arrows, and he would be able to cultivate a stronger skill, the palm thunder.

The biggest difference between the realm of melting qi and the realm of rigid power is that the former has been able to achieve the release of the qi of heaven and earth, and the disciples of the immortal sect can use the released qi to carry out the technique of external fire alchemy and refine better pills, while for mortal martial artists, they can cultivate sword qi and the skill of palm thunder.

The so-called palm thunder is to release the qi of heaven and earth in the palm of the palm, accumulate to a certain extent and release it, and produce explosive power to the attacker. The combination of the two makes the strength of the Qi Fusion Realm martial artist a notch stronger than that of the Rigid Force Realm martial artist. Therefore, the Melting Qi Realm is also a watershed in the Seven Realms of the Martial Dao, and entering the Melting Qi Realm can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of the junior powerhouses of the Martial Dao Realm.

However, for martial artists in the Melting Qi Realm, most of them will choose to learn the sword qi first, and only after they have achieved something will they learn the more powerful palm thunder, so they can generally use the palm thunder master, and they have entered the melting qi realm for at least five or six years.

Because Fang Ling was cultivating the true cultivation method, he had already learned the finger arrow and sword qi as early as the Rigid Force Realm, so after entering the Melting Qi Realm, it was natural for him to start learning the palm thunder technique.

So, while recuperating his body in the world of Cunding, he listened to Huo Junyuan explain the tricks of palm thunder, and waited for more than an hour before he came out of Cunding.

Not long after leaving Cunding, Meng Zhiyuan came to tell him that He Zheng was here.

Because Fang Ling only told He Zheng the address of the Silk Village, He Zheng waited until he arrived at the location to know that Fang Ling's family's industry turned out to be the famous Tianjin Silk Village, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

In order to make friends with dignitaries and "insert" contacts, the Tianjin Silk Village sells high-grade silk, which has a good reputation among the dignitaries, and in the upper class society of the state, it can wear the silk of the Tianjin Silk Village, which is a symbol of the superior person as if wearing the best jade.

Fang Ling personally introduced all kinds of silk to He Zheng, and finally He Zheng still chose a very cool and soft water satin, just a piece of material is worth three hundred taels, and then designed and sewn by the professional tailors of the silk and satin village, and the processing fee needs one hundred taels, a full four hundred taels, which can be described as a lot of value, you know, even the silk worn by ordinary rich merchants is only a few dozen taels of silver.

In order to make friends with He Zheng, Fang Ling naturally made a lot of discounts on the silver taels, which made He Zheng quite moved.

After everything was ready, Fang Ling returned to the backyard, at this time the sun was slightly setting, but the temperature was still very high, Fang Ling stretched his waist and walked towards the bathhouse.

Because the place where Fang Ling lives is an independent backyard, Meng Zhiyuan and the apprentice in the store both live on the other side, so the bath room here is also independent.

Pushing open the door, Fang Ling took off his coat and put it aside, lifted the curtain and walked inside, and when he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but be really stunned.

In the wide room, there was a large bathtub in the shape of a boat in the middle, and Song Ying'er was lying in the bucket with her eyes slightly closed, obviously asleep.

The little face with a stunning face can be broken, and the eyelashes are bent, which is indescribably beautiful.

The clear water is traceless, making the beauty's snow-white skin even whiter, and she leans on the bucket at will, so that people can't move away at a glance.

The arm lotus root on the edge of the barrel, a pair of small feet on the edge of the barrel, green and jade fingers, people can't help but have a kind of reaching out to get it.

From birth to the present, Fang Ling has seen countless big scenes, but in this scene, he was at a loss for a while. Update the fastest mobile phone: ://

At this moment, Song Ying'er suddenly woke up, and when she turned her head and saw Fang Ling rolling up the curtain, her little face suddenly turned red, like a ripe cherry, adding a little charm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there. Fang Ling hurriedly turned around, he felt a little dry when he spoke, even he had to admit that this girl was worthy of being trained by Tsing Yi Fang, and one look could hook people's souls, not to mention that she was still "naked" and "exposed" in front of herself.

To be honest, it's not that he doesn't like Song Ying'er, it's just that he thinks about Xiao Xue, and secondly, he is busy with government affairs and diligent in cultivation, so this matter has long been left behind.

The blush on Song Ying'er's little face gradually faded, and she stood up from the bucket gently, and said while wiping her body: "It's all because of the concubine, I didn't lock the door properly." ”

Hearing Song Ying'er's voice getting up, Fang Ling couldn't help but secretly curse the goblin, this girl is really bold, if she turns around, won't she look at her inside and out? He didn't dare to think about it, coughed and said, "It's okay, you continue to wash, I'll come back later." ”

Song Ying'er said: "The concubine's body has been washed, but she was too comfortable just now and fell asleep." Your Highness is just right, and I will fetch water for Your Highness. ”

As he spoke, there was the sound of Suo Suo's dressing, and Fang Ling's mind couldn't help flashing the scene of Song Ying'er bathing just now, and his tongue was dry for a while, but he knew that he couldn't quit, otherwise Song Ying'er wouldn't know when to make fun of himself. Starting

He took a deep breath and removed the distractions from his mind, and then he calmed down.

Fang Ling let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "How can I have such a woman by my side?"

After Song Ying'er put the water, she walked over with a lotus step and said softly: "Your Highness, let the concubine be your wide clothes." ”

Fang Ling stretched out his arms and let her take off her shirt for herself, and when she was only a pair of dirty pants in the summer, it fell into the bathtub.

Three years ago, since Song Ying'er followed Fang Ling back to the fiefdom, Fang Ling's life and daily life, everything was taken care of by her, and this help with bathing and changing clothes was naturally one of them, but there had never been a situation like just now.

However, after Fang Ling put aside his distracting thoughts, he returned to his usual calm state, lying peacefully in the bathtub, enjoying the rare cool feeling of summer.

Seeing the comfort on Fang Ling's face, Song Ying'er smiled and said, "The water in this state is really cool, so the concubine fell asleep just now." ”

Fang Ling couldn't help but smile and said: "That's right, we came from Yizhou all the way, it's like fleeing, we have to watch out for the soldiers and horses of Yizhou everywhere, and we really haven't slept well for a day and taken a painful bath." ”

Song Ying'er echoed and smiled, took the "hair" towel and began to rub Fang Ling's back, seeing that he had added a lot of scars to his body, he suddenly felt distressed and said: "Your Highness, you have a lot of wounds on your body." ”

Fang Ling looked at the sunlight from the skylight on the side of the roof, and said lightly: "This is nothing, every martial artist and every warrior, there will always be a wound, as long as this wound does not fall on the neck, it is a great luck." ”

Song Ying'er sighed lightly: "What Your Highness said is ordinary, but you are the dignified King of Shicheng, as a royal bloodline, which one is not worry-free, brocade clothes and jade food, and who is like His Highness, who comes and goes in the wind and rain, and does everything yourself?"

Fang Ling smiled slightly: "Since ancient times, it is difficult to start a business, and it is even more difficult to keep a business, the world is so not peaceful, and you can sit back and relax, isn't that a faint king? If you want to seek hegemony, if you want to achieve a peaceful event in the world, how can you sit in the house and dream?" Speaking of this, he paused slightly, "Actually, it is you who are really hard, not only busy in the palace, but also have to follow me to eat and sleep outside, which is really rare for a woman." ”

Song Ying'er raised a warm smile on the corner of her mouth, gently wiped the young man's back, and said softly: "The life of the concubine was saved by His Highness, and the concubine only lives for His Highness in this life, for His Highness, what is this hard work?"

Although it is a simple single sentence, but the true feelings revealed in it can not be said in three words, and Fang Ling's nose can't help but be sour, and he sighs with emotion: "Ying'er, why do you bother? You know that I can't promise you anything." ”

Song Ying'er shook her head slightly, stretched out her jade arm around the young man's chest, leaned her forehead lightly on his neck, and said softly: "The concubine doesn't dare to expect anything from His Highness, but for the concubine, as long as she can be by His Highness's side, it is the greatest luck, and besides that, the concubine doesn't dare to ask for anything." ”

Fang Ling let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile: "How can I have such a woman by my side?"

The smile on Song Ying'er's face became even stronger, and there were slight tears in the corners of her eyes: "Your Highness will be a generation of Ming Jun, and I don't know how many women in the world are willing to stay by His Highness's side-Being able to serve His Highness is the blessing of several lifetimes, so Your Highness will let the concubine serve you for a lifetime." (Initial launch, domain name (remember _ three.)

Fang Ling took a deep breath, so that tears did not ooze from his eyes, and after a long time, he reached out to hold the girl's jade hand, and made a solemn promise: "This king promises you, as long as you want, you can stay by my side for the rest of your life." ”

Song Ying'er's pretty face suddenly bloomed like a mountain flower, and she was slightly blessed outside the bath bucket, and responded softly: "Thank you, Your Highness Longen." ”

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