Huang Qingwan was slightly shocked in her heart, when Emperor Wuxian said this, her heart hurt inexplicably.

Without warning, it hurt for no reason, as if someone had taken a needle and stabbed it hard.

She stood there for a long time, unable to say a word, waiting for Emperor Wuxie's next words, but he didn't say anything.

Just silently put away the sheet music she gave, carefully put it in her arms, and then, picking up her golden war spear, suddenly changed the topic.

"You are a rare genius, refining a martial soul, although it is not easy, with your qualifications, it is not impossible." Ruyu's fingers, inch by inch, slid over the golden war spear that Huang lightly pulled, and Emperor Wuxie's eyebrows were very light, as if nothing had happened just now.

Huang Qingwan was speechless, she was still distressed, this person changed the topic too quickly, she is really a little curious now, what kind of past he has with the woman named Yuqin.

Willing to spend more than 6,000 years waiting for someone, presumably Emperor Wuxian must love her to the bone, but why, would he kill her with his own hands?

If Huang Qingli killed Emperor Qianyi with her own hands, she would definitely suffer for the rest of her life, she couldn't imagine what kind of mood Emperor Wuxian was in to live to the present.

Forget it, he didn't say it, she didn't bother to ask, Huang Qingwan, she just needed to care about everything about her young man, and other people really didn't have much to do with her.

"Is there any shortcut, you can quickly have a martial soul or something?" Since Emperor Wuxian changed the topic, Huang Qingwan naturally continued, not to mention, she really wanted to have her own martial soul.

There is a weapon with a martial soul and a weapon without a martial soul, the difference is big, she still has to smile and be proud of the world, holding a broken spear all day long, and she will not pull the wind after all.

"There are no shortcuts." Emperor Wuxian is not a blow to her, the martial soul in the Wuxian Tower took him a thousand years to refine, although Huang Qingwan is talented, it is not easy to refine the martial soul.

"Why don't you put your martial soul in my war spear?" Huang Qingwan rolled his eyes, and immediately threw Emperor Wuxie's expression that was still sad to death just now to the clouds.

"You can fit yourself in." Emperor Wuxie's hand was slightly forced, and the golden war spear came out of his hand, and he directly pulled it towards the phoenix.

Impartially, just wiping her side face, Huang lightly reached out and took it, and held it directly in his hand.

"Innocent, did you just want to kill me?" Every strand of hair on her sideburns was shaved off, and if she didn't make a move, her face would leave a mark.

"I'm going to try it, can I fit you in?" Emperor Wuxian wiped his hands gently, one hand behind his back, one hand on his chest, under the starlight, in the peach blossoms, it was really pleasing to the eye.

Huang lightly pulled, "---"

The seemingly gentle and harmless old Banzai is actually a black-bellied pit goods.

"Your golden war spear has followed you through a lot of thunder tribulations, and your roots and bones are good, however, if you want to refine your martial soul, first of all, you need a wisp of 'soul'." Emperor Wuxian became serious, just like a teacher in a private school, which made Huang Qingwan a little uncomfortable.

"Can you put it plainly and crudely?" Huang lightly held the golden war spear in his hand, not wanting to hear all those theoretical things.

Her path of spiritual cultivation has almost always relied on her own and her good shit luck to come all the way, except for the help given by Emperor Qianji, almost no one has given her guidance.