Feng Ling glanced at Yangshuo, it didn't seem like she was lying, she frowned and asked, "Can't you change to someone else?"

"Of course not, your blood is not the same as someone else's!" replied Yang Shuo pretending to be serious.

Feng Ling thought about it for a long time, although she seemed to be calm on the surface, but she was already flustered in her heart.

"Girl, I don't know if I should say one more sentence?" Yang Shuo asked.

"Speak!"

"Even if this kid is saved, because his congenital bloodline is seriously damaged, the sword qi in his body can't protect his heart for long, he can live for three years at most!"

Feng Ling's brows furrowed even tighter, and she stopped talking.

"Can you save him?" Yang Shuo asked.

"Save!" Feng Ling replied without hesitation out of instinct.

"Is there any other way to make him live longer?" Feng Ling asked again.

"There is a way, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!" Yang Shuo said without concealment.

"What's the solution?"

"It is to let him practice martial arts, kendo, refine qi and enhance his physique, to put it bluntly, it is the way to cultivate immortality!" Yang Shuo said frankly.

Feng Ling nodded and said, "You said I would do it!"

Yangshuo sent people to prepare a large wooden barrel, the wooden barrel was filled with hot water, and the water was soaked in various rare medicinal materials, and Feng Ling and Wen Chen were immersed in the bucket naked.

Take the virgin blood and save his life, Feng Ling didn't expect the two of them to be entangled like this.

Another day, Feng Ling got dressed and walked out of the room, her face flushed for the first time. Although she tried her best to hide it, the faint crimson on her face was difficult to hide.

Liu Zhi and Ye Nianjun looked at Feng Ling at the same time, their expressions different.

A rare smile appeared on the corner of the old woman's mother-in-law's mouth, warm and kind, while the martial idiot had a hellish expression.

"Little girl, how do you feel?" Old man Pang's eyes were extremely obscene, and he looked at Feng Ling intently and asked with a smile.

"Old thing, you dare to talk nonsense, I cut your tongue!" Feng Ling glared at Old Man Pang and warned coldly.

Old man Pang took out the wine gourd and took a sip of wine.

"Hey, what did you do with my son-in-law?" Ye Nianjun asked curiously.

"What qualifications do you have to ask me, just a servant!" Feng Ling sneered.

"You ............" Ye Nianjun was choked by Feng Ling and couldn't speak.

"Ye Nianjun, you remember your identity, you are the daughter of Ye Xiu, the king of Xiliang, and you are the servant girl of Wenchen, don't have too many thoughts about him!" Feng Ling glanced at Ye Nianjun and warned.

"The princess is amazing, my son-in-law can do whatever he wants to me, you can take care of it?" Ye Nianjun is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"He dares!" Feng Ling sneered.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, Wenchen's kid has been saved? And what's your situation? It's like a little daughter-in-law on the wedding night, Wenchen's kid has already ............ with our Qingqing of Qingcheng Mountain," Wu Idiot said with a bitter face.

"What's the matter with him and Lu Qingqing?" Feng Ling asked in that cold questioning tone.

"As for men and women, Your Royal Highness the Princess, there must always be a first come, first come, first come............"

"Presumptuous!" Before the martial idiot could finish speaking, Feng Ling's face instantly turned cold as frost, and she reprimanded coldly.

Feng Ling looked at the old woman Rong's mother-in-law, her eyes were like torches.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, you know that my son-in-law is free by nature, but when it comes to men and women, my son-in-law has a choice and a bottom line. When the old woman Rong talked to Feng Ling this time, her tone was extremely kind.

The last time they were besieged by the Duo'er Iron Cavalry, Liu Zhi finally knew that this old servant turned out to be Wenchen's grandmother, and this almost unkind Granny Rong was so polite to the princess of the Feng Dynasty this time, which surprised her.

Regarding the old woman's words of one hidden ten, Ye Nianjun felt even more curious and anxious.

"Granny Rong, who is Lu Qingqing, and the maid of my son-in-law?" Ye Nianjun asked anxiously.

"Maidservant, my disciple Lu Qingqing, the disciple of the Qingcheng Mountain Fu Fairy, is Wenchen, that kid is going to marry Ming Media in the future, and become a big one!" said Wu Idiot angrily.

Ye Nianjun was about to explode when she heard Wu Idiot's words, she drew her sword and pointed at Wu Idiot and said angrily: "What Qingcheng Mountain, what about the disciple of Fu Fairy, you have to ask me first, not if my son-in-law is willing!"

"I have something to tell you!" Feng Ling ignored the quarrel between Ye Nianjun and Wu Idiot, and she said to Granny Rong.

The two went out of the yard, the little princess of the year is now much taller than the old woman, such a fourteen-year-old woman, has long faded from the immaturity of the girl, she has beautiful eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and her figure is slender, already like a girl waiting to be released.

"What do you have to say, Your Highness the Princess?" the old woman asked as she looked at Feng Ling.

"Wenchen escaped death this time, but he won't live for three years at most!"

The old woman frowned slightly, and said, "Her Royal Highness didn't just tell the old woman about this, right?"

Feng Ling said bluntly: "If Wen Chen wants to live, he has to cultivate the way of immortality, and if he wants to cultivate the way of immortality, he has to start with martial arts, sword dao and qi refining." ”

Hearing Feng Ling say this, the old woman's face was a little lost, and she said: "Although my son-in-law is resourceful, his sword training qualifications are too ............poor."

The old woman shook her head slightly, and the words behind her continued.

"The Divine Sword has been obtained by Ye Nianjun, the major sects in the Central Plains should make a move soon, and Ye Nianjun will be scrambled by the major sects as a disciple, then Wenchen's situation will be very dangerous, there will always be people who want to use him to sacrifice the sword, so that the Absolute Dust Sword will awaken and come out!" Feng Ling reminded.

"What does the princess mean?" asked the old woman.

"My Kendo Five Mirrors haven't broken yet, I can't protect him, no matter how bad his qualifications are, you have to let him practice swords, no one can protect him all the time, so he must be strong!" Feng Ling said with a firm face.

The old woman smiled with relief and said, "Your Royal Highness, what you say to my son-in-law is more effective than that of me, an old woman!"

Feng Ling didn't speak, she thought for a long time and said: "You just let him practice swords, and the martial idiots of Qingcheng Mountain can also guide him in martial arts, as for qi refining, ............"

Speaking of this, Feng Ling's face became a little solemn, and she said again: "When he has five mirrors of the sword path and three mirrors of the martial arts, someone will come to him to feed the sword, if he wins, he can go to the Dao Hanging Heaven to find the Qi Refiner Wang Chonglou!"

"The old woman has written it down!" the old woman nodded in response, and took Feng Ling's words to heart word for word.

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In a post house in Longcheng, He Tong was lying in front of the carbon basin, his two withered hands swinging back and forth on the charcoal fire.

"Mr. He, the Divine Sword has been obtained by Ye Nianjun, and Ye Xiu, the king of Western Liang, is resigned to Ye Nianjun, will this affect the current situation?" Song Xiaolong asked.

"Your Royal Highness, Wenchen is surrounded by 100,000 iron horsemen from Duo'er, and the princess of the Feng Dynasty and Ye Nianjun are desperately trying to save each other, what does this mean?" He Tong asked in a warm voice.

Song Xiaolong looked at He Tong in puzzlement, in the dim room, He Tong's old face was illuminated by the dim charcoal fire, like a snake hidden in the dark.

"This shows that the forces of the Feng Dynasty have supported Wen Chen, and the King of Xiliang has given Wen Chen to take charge, and this time Wen Chen's injury has already reached the ears of Mu Changqing, the Marquis of Zhennan, do you think Mu Changqing will let Wen Chen quietly recuperate from his injuries and raise tigers?"

Song Xiaolong nodded, deeply convinced.

He Tong said again: "Ye Nianjun is a good seedling, she realized her own kendo at a young age, such a kendo genius, no matter which sect is fighting for the head to grab it." ”

"What do you mean, sir?"

He Tong smiled and said: "Once Ye Nianjun becomes a disciple of the Central Plains Immortal Master Sect, Ye Xiu, the king of Western Liang, will pull his daughter's banner and make a move against the Feng Dynasty." ”