Confucian Sword Immortal: After studying for ten years, his majesty reaches the sky

"Eh, it's cracked......"

Although he had been mentally prepared, Chen Ning found that he still seemed to underestimate the power of poetry and poetry in this world.

It's a pity that the Du poet was not born in this world, otherwise with his Confucian heart in the world, perhaps, he can really realize the wish of sheltering the world's poor people here.

The two talked for a while.

Murong Yu inquired about Chen Ning's residence, and said that he estimated that he would soon visit to discuss Confucianism, and planned to take Chen Ning to Shuiyun Academy once in the near future before leaving satisfied.

The lantern riddle festival has ended, and Chen Ning also returned to the inn with Qing Yan.

......

Three days later.

"Don't see it, don't see it. Therefore, the gentleman is cautious. "

[Ding, detect the host to read in the morning, get the system reward, Haoran Qi *20]

[Chen Ning]

[Haoran Qi 560]

[Close to the end of the world (0/200)]

[Verbal Punishment and Writing (0/800)]

[Vientiane Mountains and Rivers, the first layer (0/300)]

[Demon Suppression Exquisite Tower (0/2100)]

[Shenfeng bloodline, the third layer (300/ 800)]

[Poetry and Wine Sword Technique, Qinglian Sword Intent (First Layer) (0/500)]

In a blink of an eye, I have recently accumulated a lot of Haoran Qi.

After looking at the system panel and thinking for a while, Chen Ning used five hundred points of Haoran Qi to raise the Divine Phoenix bloodline to the fourth layer.

In an instant, he felt as if the meridians of his limbs were burning, and a steady stream of scorching heat was emitting outward.

Clenched his fists slightly, and suddenly there was a popping sound from his finger bones.

This is the manifestation of too much power.

The final form of the Divine Phoenix bloodline is rebirth from the ashes.

In other words, it is necessary to carry the hardest output and take the hardest beating.

It's a pity that after coming to the capital, Chen Ning has not met any martial artists so far, and he can temper the overly vigorous Shenfeng bloodline to his heart's content.

So much so that sometimes, he wanted to punch himself twice.

Chen Ning checked the other supernatural powers again.

[Verbal Punishment and Writing (0/800)]

When he fought with Murong Yu that day, he conjured up the blade of the sword in this way.

But the power of verbal criticism doesn't seem to be limited to that.

Chen Ning held a pen and slowly wrote the word "rain" in the air.

When the last stroke of the word rain fell, a few raindrops suddenly shot out of the air like small cannonballs.

"Bang, bang, bang. "

The wall where it was hit instantly cracked, and cracks spread out one after another.

"Oops, I accidentally didn't control my strength......"

Chen Ning was silent for a long time.

It seems that he can only wait for Murong Yu to come back and ask him if there is any Confucianism that can repair the wall......

However, this also proves that the power of verbal criticism is indeed good.

The power of the rain word can still reach this level, so what if it is "Hong"?

A little worried that it might flood the entire inn, after thinking about it, he still put down the brush in his hand for the time being.

At this moment, with a glance of the eyes.

Chen Ning suddenly noticed that Qing Yan was hiding in the corner in broad daylight for some reason, carefully covering her body with a quilt.

Although Qing Yan was trying her best to pretend to be calm, she showed her head and peeked at her from time to time, but she completely betrayed her.

"This girl must have something to hide from me.

Chen Ning really knew Qing Yan's weak little eyes too well.

"Breeze on both sleeves.

With a sudden flick of his robe.

In the next second, a wisp of wind lifted the corners without warning.

Qing Yan suddenly exclaimed.

When she tried to put the quilt back on, it was too late.

Chen Ning had clearly seen that Qing Yan was holding the foxtail in one hand and a wooden comb in the other.

It turned out that she was hiding behind the quilt and secretly combing her tail ......

After being discovered, Qing Yan suddenly blushed with shame.

"Young master, weren't you still reading just now!" As

a fox demon who loves cleanliness, she naturally can't allow her tail to be messy.

I wanted to catch the young master's reading skills and comb my tail, but Qing Yan never expected that a strange wind would blow inexplicably.

"No wonder I've been seeing white hair on my comb lately, I thought I was starting to grow gray hair at my age......"

Chen Ning smiled helplessly, and suddenly proposed:

"Why don't I help you comb it, if you comb it yourself, there should be a small strand in the back that is difficult to comb." "

Absolutely not!"

Qing Yan shook her head repeatedly.

There is absolutely nothing in the world that is more shameful to the fox than taking the initiative to hand over his tail to someone else!

"Is it?"

Hearing this, Chen Ning suddenly sighed with a little regret, and said pretendedly:

"Hey, it's hard to buy such a good wooden comb, you can't let it be useless."

Then I'll call Qiu Yu over this afternoon and comb her hair.

Qing Yan's delicate body trembled.

She looked at Chen Ning, trying to find the meaning of joke in those eyes.

But Chen Ning had already predicted her prediction, and his eyes pretended to be very serious.

For some reason, Qing Yan inexplicably had a feeling very similar to that of Cha Lemon.

She glanced at Chen Ning and turned her head to pretend not to care.

But soon, he secretly glanced at Chen Ning again.

Then another glance ......

Finally, Qing Yan couldn't help but hang her head, and even her voice was as small as a mosquito fly:

"If the young master really wants to, it's not impossible to ask the young master to help me comb it."

But only wooden combs are allowed, absolutely ...... You can't touch it!" "

For the fox demon, the fox's tail seems to be an extremely sensitive area.

I'm curious about what will happen if I pinch it, but since it's the first time, there will always be a chance in the future.

Chen Ning picked up the wooden comb and gently slid it from the root of the fox's tail to the tip of the fox's tail with an extremely gentle technique.

Sure enough, as he expected, the fluffy foxtail was extremely soft and smooth.

As the wooden comb is brushed, the foxtail's hair is quickly smoothed out, reflecting the beautiful snow-white light in the sunlight.

Qing Yan couldn't help but blush her cheeks slightly, and let out a soft sigh of relief.

This feeling is indeed much more comfortable than struggling to comb it around the back.

"Brother Chen, I've collected the locations of all the pseudo-god temples!"

"Bang. The

door suddenly opened, and Qin Heng pushed the door in with a stack of materials.

But looking at the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

"Bang.

In the next second, Qin Heng took another step back and closed the door with his backhand.

He looked at the cold door panel in front of him in a daze, and doubted that life had been going on for a while.

Am I wrong?

Well, yes, I must have been wrong!