What exactly this secret is, no one knows.

At least for now, Mu Xinran is completely unaware.

All she can do now is leave it to fate.

Because Mu Xinran had already worked hard before.

No matter what method you use, you can't break it out of this suction.

Therefore, since there was no way, Mu Xinran simply gave up.

And Siderani, Gu Mengnan, Gu Mengmeng and others, obviously don't know how much risk Mu Xinran has experienced at this moment.

At this time, Mu Xinran leaned on Zhang Lang, his face was calm, and he couldn't see anything abnormal.

Of course, now he could only see the flow of powerful True Qi from Mu Xinran's body.

However, although this air flow can be felt, no one can see it.

Now Sidrani and the Gu sisters are not ancient martial arts abilities, so naturally they can't see this kind of airflow.

Everyone felt as if the wind was blowing through the tips of their hair.

The same is true of the feeling of the wind blowing wheat waves......

This feeling is a little weird, as if it happened in a supernatural film, and now Mu Xinran's hair is indeed windless.

If someone looked at Mu Xinran closely, they would find that her brows were slightly wrinkled.

It wasn't a painful frown, nor a puzzled frown, but a somewhat heart-wrenching frown......

It's a pity, this frowning action is too small, and the eyesight of the three people present is all ordinary people, so no one noticed what Mu Xinran's expression was.

……

Zhang Lang at the moment, what's wrong?

In fact, Zhang Lang is not clear.

When he woke up, he was in a sea of flowers.

Yes, Zhang Lang felt that his consciousness seemed to be awake at this time, but his body was a little erratic.

What the hell is this place?

The mountains are full of flowers.

What the hell is this place to come from?

Zhang Lang felt a little pain in his head, but he couldn't remember anything.

The season of mountain flowers, without a doubt, is still April, just like the current season.

By the way, this place is Sanjin Mountain.

Yes.

This place is Sanjin Mountain.

Isn't Sanshen Mountain ruined?

Why can I still see Sanshen Mountain now?

Could it be that the thing that I saw in Sanshen Mountain turning into a valley in Sanshen Mountain before was fake?

No, that's not the case, it should be real.

However, if it is true that the Sanjin Mountains were formed in the valley at that time, then what is it now?

Zhang Lang didn't know, but he felt that his head hurt very much, as if something was corroding his brain.

While eroding one's own brain marrow, something called memory is gradually disappearing.

These words are very familiar.

There are rare blue begonias, pink and bright red moon flowers, and there are also roses and other flowers.

Yes, on Sanshen Mountain, it has long been transformed by his own master.

At that time, my master's health was still very good.

It's not 100% healthy, but at least it's possible to chat with yourself every day, and play in activities.

But then, the master's health suddenly deteriorated.

It's like a momentary change.

In just an instant, his master Fu Fengqingqing's body had already deteriorated.

Yes, I don't know when it started, Feng Qingqing's body became inexplicably bad.

From not getting up in the morning at the beginning, it progressed to coughing up blood.

The blood, like a bright red plum blossom, was bright and bewitching.

It's just that......

"Zhang Lang ......" At this time, a warm embrace hugged him.

You can clearly feel that touch on your back.

This warm and soft neck is wrapped around his neck.

Master!

Yes, that's right, this is my own master.

This temperature, this touch, even the feel of the hand, etc., I know very well.

After all, from the time I was conscious, I lived and slept with the master.

I don't know if the master is intentional or deliberate, always sleeping with himself.

And the habit of sleeping "fruitfully" by himself was cultivated by his master at the beginning.

Thinking about it now, Zhang Lang felt a little ashamed.

When I was a child, I was naked and kept sleeping with my master.

Of course, although he said that he didn't wear clothes, he would wear clothes when the master was sleeping.

But the clothes are also pitiful.

Of course, that's just when you go to bed.

Later, after his master's illness worsened, he never slept with himself again.

It was also during that period of time that Bai Xiaobai went up the mountain and Anjura went down.

Wait, why is the master still holding himself now.

This kind of action has not been done since the master fell ill.

"Qingqing." Zhang Langqingqing called out.

Yes, when Zhang Lang called himself master, he never called himself master, but directly called himself master Feng Qingqing's nickname.

This is not because Zhang Lang does not respect his teacher, on the contrary, Zhang Lang respects his master more than anyone else.

However, this title was not originally what Zhang Lang wanted to call it, but the master master strongly advocated that he call it so.

Yes, Zhang Lang also thought it was strange why the master would let his little apprentice call her nickname.

Originally, I was still a little unaccustomed, after all, it was not very common for the other party to do things like the name of the elder.

However, after that, I slowly got used to it.

Now when Zhang Lang called out again, he didn't feel anything wrong.

"Zhang Lang, let's sleep together." Feng Qingqing's words contained some kind of magic in them, his chest leaned against Zhang Lang's back, and his hands hugged Zhang Lang's chest tightly.

When the two of them were so close, it was the same as when they were teenagers.

It's so warm.

Zhang Lang's consciousness was a little blurred.

"yes, okay." Zhang Lang nodded.

This feeling is like when the master told him to "grow up quickly" that year.

It was also the last summer when the master master was able to play with him.

After that summer, the master went into complete retreat due to physical reasons.

I heard other masters say that the retreat of my master is the view of life and death.

In other words, whether you can get out of the customs or not is related to the life and death of the master.

However, at that time, Zhang Lang didn't understand what life and death meant.

The meaning of that level is that if it is closed, then it may still be able to survive, if it can't be closed, then it will be over.

Did your master's retreat succeed or not?

Zhang Lang found that he couldn't think of anything now.

It's as if something has completely disappeared from my brain.

Can't think of anything.

"Take off your clothes, Zhang Lang." Feng Qingqing said, there are thousands of styles, just like Feng Qingqing's name, as if it is as moving as autumn water.

At this moment, the scene has changed, and it has already changed from a place full of mountains and flowers to a red curtain.

This big red bed, as well as the curtains, Zhang Lang has a vague impression.

This is the boudoir of his master Fu Fengqingqing back then.

Of course, when the master was still in good health, he often slept with her.

But at that time, his master's boudoir was either light blue or light pink.

It's never been as red as it is now.

What the hell is going on?

"Take off your clothes." Feng Qingqing smiled faintly, this smile was better than the smiles of everyone in the world.

Zhang Lang has always considered his master master to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

Whether it's the kind of gentleness that is full of amorous feelings, or the kind of smile that is as beautiful as a wild lily, or the kind of ice and jade physique that is like white ice.

In the world, there has never been a girl who is more beautiful than her master.

However, what is my master doing now?

"Qingqing, I've grown up, isn't it ......" Zhang Lang was slightly embarrassed.

If you calculate your age, you must be in your twenties.

Although it is said that in ancient China, at this age, he was already the age of being a father, but now Zhang Lang does not even have a girlfriend.

What's more, I haven't slept with my master for ten years.

"Zhang Lang, what are you talking about, if you don't take off your clothes, how can you sleep with me?" Feng Qingqing pouted and gently patted Zhang Lang's head.

"Huh? You can sleep without taking off your clothes. Zhang Lang was a little confused, today's master seems to have some different styles.

But a master is a master, just as beautiful.

It's just that the master is in the form of a little daughter, and he has never seen it, so Zhang Lang is very surprised.

"Today is our day of great joy, if we don't take off our clothes, then how can we ...... What about giving birth...... "Feng Qingqing bit her lip as she spoke, and a touch of infinite shyness appeared on her face.

"Huh?" Zhang Lang was shocked.

What the?

I am married to the master!

Wait, when is it.

Why is there no impression.

Also, what exactly is the reason for this?

This is the master I respect the most.

However, she is also the woman she respects and loves the most.

Such a perfect woman, marrying herself, of course Zhang Lang is very willing.

But the feeling that is similar to violating the Three Principles and Five Constants set by the Great Song Dynasty back then is so contrary to harmony.

……

No matter what Zhang Lang thinks, at this time, the clothes on his body, as well as the clothes on Feng Qingqing's body, have already disappeared.

Master Fu Bingqing's jade body appeared in his field of vision.

This is also the first day Zhang Lang has seen Feng Qingqing's body since he can remember.

Absolutely beautiful.

Yes, without a single blemish.

Without a doubt, this is the most beautiful body in the world.

Zhang Lang never doubted that Feng Qingqing was the most perfect woman in the world.

Zhang Lang...... Take good care of me. Feng Qingqing closed her eyes and put her arms around Zhang Lang's neck.

At this time, Zhang Lang was above Feng Qingqing, and Feng Qingqing was lying flat.

Underneath is the most beautiful woman in the world.

However, Zhang Lang always felt that something was wrong.