Chonghua holds a teapot in one hand and pushes open two combined openwork wooden doors with the other. The little marquis Feng Xingyu was still dipped in ink and writing, and when he saw her coming back, he smiled warmly.

With a gentle and demure smile, Chonghua poured a cup of fragrant tea for Xiao Houzi. Then the jade hand was lightly applied and pinched the shoulder for the little marquis.

Feng Xingyu took the teacup with the hot tea and tasted it carefully. Suddenly turned his head, stared at Chonghua's eyes, stared at him for a long time, and sighed: "Your eyes are so beautiful, no matter how many times you look at them, they are the most beautiful things in the world......"

Picking up the last page of the manuscript and studying it carefully, Chonghua smiled happily: "Xiao Houzi is not only writing better and better, but also has a great improvement in his ability to please the girl." ”

Feng Xingyu tilted his head, leaned on an arm slightly below Chonghua's shoulder, sighed, looked forward with empty eyes, and said: "You all think that I am still young, and my words don't count, yes, I am only eight years old! ”

The slender wrists holding the paper manuscript did not move at all, but the lips covered by the paper trembled slightly, Chonghua pursed his lips tightly, and the paper covering his face was not released for a long time, not wanting Xiao Houzi to see his crying appearance.

Chonghua's affection for the little master is more dependent, thinking that she is a remnant of the country, trembling in this life, entering the Hou Mansion, but also just having a life to save his life, tolerating things, bowing down to people, and living an easy life. Only after following the little master for two years did I feel that I had something to rely on, I could not look at people's faces in everything, and I could really live. After the secret of her eyes was discovered, if she hadn't had the identity of Xiao Houye's personal maid, she would have become a murderous blade of Fox Jin.

But to say that Chonghua is only dependent and grateful to the little marquis, without half a reverie, it is not necessarily true. In the face of Xiao Houye's straightforward and bold love words, Chonghua has always been secretly happy, and every time he will be happy to repeat the same scenes and words in his dreams. However, Chonghua did not dare to accept the love of the little marquis easily, first, she felt that her status was low and humble, and she was not worthy of being a marquis; second, there was an age gap of six years between the two, if the two were reversed in age, and if they were replaced by Feng Xingyu at the age of 14 and Chonghua at the age of 8, it would be completely different; third, in Chonghua's heart, she asked herself: Can she tell whether she is a sister and brother or a love for the little marquis? But Chonghua has no answer, she can't tell what is love and what is family affection.

Chonghua sometimes thinks about it, thinking that Xiao Houzi is a few years older, his body has grown stronger, and one day his blood is hot and dry, so he will accept himself as a roommate, whether that is the best ending, and he doesn't have to bother thinking about those complicated secular rules and the right marriage.

The purple eyes dimmed, Chonghua's voice was slightly hoarse, and said: "Little Hou Ye should go to bed early, Old Master Song ordered to teach as usual tomorrow, you can't lie in bed tomorrow morning!"

Feng Xingyu lost the interest in joking and laughing, and touched the side of the bed with interest, tilted his head and smashed his body directly on the soft brocade fur, and fell asleep.

Chonghua felt guilty and indescribable. Those who are familiar with their hands and feet remove their shoes and undress for Xiao Houzi, fold their hands and feet, straighten their sleeping position, and cover the curtain with a quilt. After doing this, he blew out the candles in the room, and only one oil lamp was left to emit a dim halo, in case the little marquis woke up in the middle of the night and tripped due to darkness.

Next to the red sandalwood bed, a narrow couch is placed, which is separated by a screen with four paintings of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum during the day, and the screen is removed at night, and the narrow couch is the place where Chonghua rests and keeps vigil. The little marquis sleeps very well, usually all night quietly, not noisy or noisy, unless he is too crazy during the day, he will say a few words of dreams. So Chonghua just has to sleep with peace of mind, besides, the maid Chonghua's wake-up gas is much better than that of the little marquis, if she wakes her up in the middle of the night, ** will not give the master a good look.

At the end of the child, it is the time when the dream is sweet. Although the lights of the Shenhua Hou Mansion are bright all night, there are not many maids and mothers-in-law who really keep vigil all night, and the guards in the mansion who patrol with knives also take turns to hand over shifts, which is the quiet and quiet in the Shenhua Hou Mansion. Occasionally, there are figures at the ridge of the eaves, often fleeting, mostly wolf Qi and fox brocade

people.

Outside the main room where the little marquis was sleeping, lanterns were hung on two big red pillars, and the candle flame was dimmed, and two orange-yellow lights were intertwined. A few moths were attracted by the light of the candle flame and made a small noise on the lantern paper wall.

A slender shadow suddenly appeared and was projected on the door, and when you look out of the room, you can vaguely judge that the owner of the shadow is a woman. She just stood outside the door, motionless, neither knocking nor making a sound.

On the rosewood bed, the little Hou Zifeng Xingyu, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, touched the edge of the bed lightly, put on his shoes, and only wore a white middle coat. Familiar with the action walked to the back of the door, reached out and pulled the latch, opened the door a thin slit, and flashed out of the door. The series of movements is smooth and silent, and it is clearly not the first time to harness.

Outside the door is Chen Caiyi, who holds a simple and thick sword in his arms, and hangs another exquisite white sheath sword called "Fighting Snow" on his waist. Chen Caiyi seems to be practicing a very strange kung fu, her eyes do not open all year round, but no matter the day or the night when she can't see her fingers, she comes and goes freely, even more keenly than ordinary people who open her eyes.

Feng Xingyu's face was calm and ordinary, probably like this every night, he had long been accustomed to it, passed by Chen Caiyi's side, and walked straight forward.

Chen Caiyi followed, the two wooden doors automatically closed, the latch jumped back to its original position, and the maid Chonghua was reliving the sweet words of today's little marquis confession in her dream according to the custom......

The little marquis Feng Xingyu walked faster and faster, and then he directly swung his arms and ran, Chen Caiyi's figure was like floating, keeping a distance and following behind to "watch". Feng Xingyu's steps were not very fast when he ran, and it was rare that the breath was long. After running out of the small courtyard of Muxi, not only did his breath show no signs of exhaustion, but the distance he took out actually increased by one point. Don't look at the growth of this small distance, the ability to control physical strength and breath is enough to show, for an ordinary person, even if he has accumulated strength before, he can run here faster, and his strength can increase, but his breath will definitely not be able to be inexhaustible.

The little marquis, who should have been pampered, was actually a little martial arts practitioner!

Rushing out of the distance of half the Hou Mansion in one breath, the little Hou Ye Feng Xingyu paused his body and breathed in front of a low but vast mountain mound. Chen Caiyi's gentle and delicate face was expressionless, and the two swords chirped faintly and gently, like a swallow returning to a nest. The corners of Chen Cai's dress were teased by the night wind, swaying gently in the air, her posture was barely middle-upper, far less than the level of Tianzi and the country, but the suppressed momentum on her body invisibly added a beauty that was very different from ordinary women.

The speed of Xiao Hou Ye Feng Xingyu's recovery is not fast, and the atmosphere between the swallows and breaths is not majestic, but for an eight-year-old child, it is enough to be called a "genius". You must know that many people have only been practicing in the three realms of physical training all their lives, and they can't find the operation law of the breath in their bodies, nor can they touch the mysterious atmosphere of the birth and death of the breath.

Of course, this is not linked to combat power, Feng Xingyu touched the method of breath operation, it does not mean that he has reached the fourth Miaolian habitat in the martial realm, not to mention whether the breath can be released and formed, just the degree of thick and thin breath is also out of reach. Moreover, the combat power also involves the physical training, and the little Hou Ye at this time is fighting to the death with the lowest nine adults, and the little Hou Ye has no chance of winning.

A seven-storey pavilion on the hill pier is towering, connected with the night, and it is the sword pavilion specially drawn out by the Hou Mansion to treasure the famous sword and ancient sword. Feng Xingyu trotted in, turning around in the five-element maze at the bottom, and also took the time to go to the "dead end" of the maze to see the great sword that pressed the array. This sword can really be called a "big" word, the sword body is embedded underneath, and the only remaining sword body is not considered the hilt, it is still a cut higher than Feng Xingyu. The little marquis has a soft spot for this sword, of course, more curious, looking forward to seeing its owner pick it up one day, what kind of courage and majesty should it be?

Connected to the second floor, the little marquis Feng Xingyu stopped. This floor is the floor where silver two-foot short swords are suspended, and although many of the silver swords are not hanging high, the ground is empty and very spacious. At this time, some kind of mechanism was activated, and the silver sword was pulled by the red line, and all of them rose a large distance, and the bottom was completely unobstructed for people to walk.

A large wooden bucket was abruptly placed in the open space, the bucket was filled with warm water, all kinds of medicinal herbs were ground into powder, mixed with water to dissolve, and a bucket of water looked a little dull and viscous. There was a person standing by the barrel, tall, thin and old, with cloudy eyes, it was the old man who guarded the Sword Pavilion, Fu Yuan.

Feng Xingyu shouted "Fu Bo", and then stripped off his clothes and immersed himself in the medicinal bath.

Fu Rong pressed his hands on the edge of the tub, and after a while, the water surface seemed to be boiling, and bursts of white mist appeared. These white mist are by no means as ordinary as water vapor, the white mist contains medicinal power and Fu Yuan's own true qi, which is pouring in from Feng Xingyu's mouth and nose, and the mystery of the weather is very amazing.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Feng Xingyu's forehead, and the breath was inhaled from the mouth and nose, and the medicinal power immediately spread along the twelve meridians of the human body, constantly nourishing the internal organs and acupoints everywhere. However, the taste of breath infiltrating into the body is not pleasant, Fu Rong is now opening up the meridian of the Hand Shao Yin Heart Meridian for Feng Xingyu, this meridian only has nine major acupoints, and it is relatively easy to open up among the twelve meridians, but the status should not be underestimated.

The breath is poured into the Jiquan acupoint, and after it is filled, it is filled with the Qingling acupoint in the second position, so that all the way to the pond and open the canal, until the tail end of the acupoint is less chong, which is the merit is complete. After that, the foreign breath disappears little by little, and it will take the initiative to introduce the breath, cast the cave pool and channel, and stabilize the results.

Xiao Hou Ye's body can now cast three meridians with breath overnight, and no more will be too much, acupuncture point development is a brutal means, through the deep digging of the breath, so that the whole gas vein can retain more and more breath, and the weather is becoming more and more vast. The weather of the three qi veins in Feng Xingyu's body is not even a small water flow, but from the Five Spray Pearls and Jade Realm, the qi veins in his body are enough to be called a big river. However, the development of the great river of qi veins is full of difficulties, and if you are in a hurry, it is not uncommon for all previous achievements to be abandoned, and even to blow up the entire meridian. Therefore, some people who practice Qi would rather use a great river of Qi veins as the foundation, slowly climb up, and then enter the Treasure Body Saint Realm in one fell swoop.

Although it is obvious that there is an obvious disadvantage when fighting to the death with a person who has developed two or three or even more qi veins in the same realm, after all, where is the realm, dealing with the martial artists in the realm of pearl and jade below, as long as he is not a madman who develops six qi veins at the same time, he can win steadily.

Of course, the situation of the little marquis at this time is different, and the children who practice martial arts and qi at the beginning of the world practice the Fa, need to open up twelve meridians at the same time, so that each meridian becomes a qi vein, and finally the master will detect it with divine will to judge which qi vein has the most magnificent weather and the most flexible operation, and then focus on cultivation for future breakthroughs.

Chen Caiyi stood a few steps away and watched for a while, and saw that there was no accident, so he climbed to the top floor and sharpened the sword heart of the sword with the sword intent of several precious swords collected on the top floor.

Feng Xingyu came to the Sword Pavilion every night to take a bath and accept the temperament, which was one of the several secret things that his father Feng Xuan personally confessed. Because the five of them explained in detail to the little marquis, Fu Yuan was old-fashioned, and Chen Caiyi was silent, so Feng Xingyu thought that he was now stepping on the road of martial arts seriously.

In fact, this kind of elixir nourishes the body and moistens the meridians with breath, which is to create a high-grade martial arts embryo that can go further and stand more firmly in the martial arts in the future.

Chen Caiyi was by the side of the little marquis day and night, in addition to the comprehensive guards, and then Chen Caiyi's aura was fierce and domineering, like the sword courage of a supreme sword, as long as he injected a little breath into Feng Xingyu from time to time, he could cut off the breath of his whole body for an hour.

This is, of course, to hide the martial arts foundation that Feng Xingyu should not have as a Hou Zi.

The later people know about some roots, the better it will be for themselves!

Otherwise, it is not only not conducive to the cultivation of qi and veins, but also harmful to the body, and it will have an impact on the future realm climbing, which is really a last resort.

(End of chapter)

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