Soon after lying down, I heard a small sound coming from outside.

It's the fifth watch.

The moon is still bright outside, and there is no sign of the rising sun in the eastern sky.

Some novices and warrior monks have gotten up and started their morning lessons.

Or chanting scriptures, or carrying water and chopping wood, or cleaning the courtyard, sweeping the fallen leaves, or wiping the Buddha statue, brushing away the dust, each performing its own responsibilities and being orderly.

After sleeping until the morning, Ye Qiange woke up from his sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiao Tiantian blinking with big eyes, lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him with great interest.

"Brother, you've finally woken up, Tiantian wants to listen to the story."

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes, what story to tell early in the morning, wait until you can't sleep.

Standing up, Ye Qiange got out of bed, Lu Zhi brought hot water for washing, hurriedly washed up, and picked up Xiao Tiantian and went to the front yard.

"Stinky boy, in the temple, you are still lazy, let Her Majesty the Queen Mother wait for you, it's too unseemly!"

Jiang Rou's face sank, her eyes widened, and she was very angry.

Ye Qiange touched his nose and looked out of the sky, the sun was rising in the east, and in a few more hours, it would be noon.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

He fell asleep at four o'clock last night, and the lack of sleep time was seriously insufficient, which led to waking up late this morning.

"It's okay, you're weak, it's better to sleep more." Murong Qingwan said generously,

"Let the mother and mother wait for a long time." Ye Qiange's face was full of apologies.

"Come over and get something to eat."

After hearing this, Ye Qiange ran over, picked up the white rice porridge, and drank it in a big gulp.

After eating, Abbot Xuan Hui greeted him.

"Abbot Xuanhui, I have been disturbed a lot here, I hope you will forgive me." Ginger Judo.

"The princess is serious, you sincerely worship the Buddha, how can you disturb."

After some greetings, several people went down the mountain road along the mountain road.

Abbot Xuanhui was sent to the bottom of the mountain, and then he could stop.

On the dragon chariot, Zhou Gonggong shouted, and the team began to march towards Chang'an.

In the middle of the dragon chariot, Ye Qiange was drowsy, he slept too little last night, and as soon as he sat down, drowsiness began to flood.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Xu Yichan asked out loud.

Ye Qiange's body was shocked, and he said, "Xu is a bed, I am new to it, and I am not used to sleeping." ”

Xu Yichan didn't doubt him, so she didn't continue to ask, but asked, "Now that seven days have passed, how is the cultivation of the marrow washing exercise, do you feel angry?" ”

Ye Qiange's face turned pale, and he only felt a pain in his chest, and he felt sleepy in an instant.

"Nope." He pursed his lips and squeezed out two words, his face ugly.

Since the day after Xu Yichan handed over the marrow washing skill to him, he couldn't help but cultivate.

For this reason, he also specially found a master from Wu Ya to guide him.

At the beginning, he had great self-confidence, and he had great confidence in being angry.

To his disappointment, however, three days passed.

He is still the same, unchanged, the so-called warm current of qi, like a legend, close at hand, far away in the world, extremely ethereal and illusory.

He was devastated and frustrated.

I feel that the thief is too unfair.

This clearly doesn't treat me as a traverser!

Take a look at the other traversers, which ones are not fierce to the extreme, all kinds of strong talents and physiques, and then upgrade all the way, all the way to the wild.

All kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of adventures, and all kinds of beauties, all kinds of cross-level killing......

Seeing people, they can only sigh, envy, jealousy and hatred to the extreme.

In the end, it is either to become a god or an ancestor, or to incarnate the universe and become a master.

It's awesome, it's just not wanted.

Look at yourself.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to burst into tears.

Proper discrimination.

What about the protagonist halo that is good?

What about the golden finger that is good?

What about the good routine?

Ye Qiange silently lifted the curtains, looked at the sky, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, sighed, and compared his middle finger to the sky.

He was deeply struck, and if he could live a traverser like this, there would be no one.

"Poof."

Xu Yichan looked at his appearance and couldn't help laughing.

When I think of the situation where I called him the Dharma that night, if I compare it with today, I have a strong sense of déjà vu, and I can't help it at all.

Ye Qiange suddenly felt pain in his chest, as if he had been stabbed a few more times.

"What do you mean by laughing?"

He was furious and stared at Xu Yichan angrily.

The other party is clearly gloating.

"No intention, just a smile."

Xu Yichan didn't care, and continued to be full of spring breeze.

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes, knowing that the other party was looking at his own joke.

He was quite helpless, and if he didn't feel angry for three days, he had no possibility of stepping into the ranks of peerless powerhouses.

Fortunately, he is a pragmatist.

If it doesn't work in three days, it will be within ten days.

It is also a good choice to become a first-class master.

People always have to bow their heads in the face of reality.

Now, seven days have passed, that is, for the next three days, if there is still no sense of anger.

Then, in this life, he can almost say goodbye to Gao Laigao.

He was under pressure.

It felt like nothing was going on, everything was in place.

Mo said that he was angry, he couldn't even figure out the tendons and veins, every time he listened to the master's explanation, he was confused, like a book from heaven, he heard it in the clouds, and he didn't know why.

"I'm just curious, as the son of the king of Zhenbei, you can't feel angry for seven days, if outsiders find out, how will you feel." Xu Yichan was so tidy, her eyes were full of playfulness.

"It is said that the tiger father has no dog son.

Ye Tianyong, the king of Zhenbei, is the posture of the sky, not only has high martial arts, but also the art of war is like a god, and he is a rare genius in the world.

Look at you, hehe. ”

the groove.

What does it mean to huh?

Ye Qiange only felt that he was pierced through his heart by ten thousand arrows.

Hit like never before.

It's almost the same as a soul crit.

Suddenly, the blood trough bottomed out, and he almost died.

The Empress is overtly sarcastic, extremely lethal, and unguardable.

He was already depressed, but now he encountered Xu Yichan's sharp mending knife, and when he landed, his heart was broken and he was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

He glared at Xu Yichan angrily, his face was gloomy like water, he felt that this woman was too ruthless, and when she caught the pain of people, she didn't let go and poked her to death.

When her husband was hit, she didn't comfort her, but poured cold water on her side.

Is there a wife like you?

Can I divorce my wife?

Otherwise, if you leave, I'll do it!

Xu Yichan was still unhappy, and continued to add fuel to the fire, "The same is true for Princess Zhenbei, ten years ago, she entered the peak realm of first-class masters, and she is only one step away from the peerless powerhouse. ”

"Although I haven't seen it in action for many years, I think it has broken through."

"Both parents are strong, why are you so poorly qualified, I can't figure it out, do you know the reason?"

Listen, the blood tank is empty—

The devil knows why!

Ye Qiange's forehead was bruised, and he was angry, already angry!

How can there be such a deep digging of soft soil, it is simply too deceitful.