Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Aning has been staring at Yan San for a long time. No matter where she goes, Yan San always follows her, and then tells her sternly: "Miss Aning, the master said that when he returns home I must follow you."

"Then where did he go?" Aning was silent for a moment, sat down on the stone stairs and asked him, looking up.

Yan San was silent.

Probably because he was a little embarrassed to be stared at by her like this, he changed the subject, "...Miss Aning, do you want me to practice sword practice with you?"

"No, you can't beat me." An Ning said lazily, playing with the tassels on her skirt.

Yan 3: ...Thank you for being insulted.

Thinking about how many top masters he has defeated since he was a child, he is now being looked down upon by a little girl who has no power to restrain a chicken. What is unbearable, but he cannot bear it.

The desire to win in his heart was fiercely aroused, and Yan San felt that his dignity had been seriously challenged.

He walked up to An Ning, bowed first, and then said: "Miss An Ning, please spar with me!"

Aning blinked, stood up from the ground, patted the hem of her blue skirt, and blurted out without thinking, "No."

Then something suddenly occurred to her, she stared at him, and suddenly said with a smile: "Unless..."

Yan 3: "Unless what?"

"Unless you tell me where he went."

"......."

Farewell.

It's me who doesn't deserve it.

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Ning Zhiyan here is now facing Qingyu in the main hall. Qingyu is an old man with half a hair and beard. He wears a green Taoist robe and looks like an upright practitioner.

It's just that his two gray eyes looked at Yue Ming with a fiery and explicit expression, and his relatively upright face was full of greed, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Prince Ning, can you lend me Yue Ming for a look?" Qing Yu glanced at Yue Ming meaningfully, then touched the white hair flying around her temples and stood with her hands behind her hands.

In the splendid hall, everyone's eyes stopped on the man in white whose name was called. To be precise, it was the sword on his desk.

The man's eyebrows were empty, and his long dark hair was tied up high. He lowered his eyes slightly, played with the light blue tassel on the hilt of the sword with his cold white fingers, and said in a tepid voice:

"The Heavenly Master wants to see it, so he won't refuse."

Qingyu shook the fly whisk, and two rays of light shot out from his two cloudy eyes. He laughed and came forward. Just when his hand was about to touch Yue Ming, a blue light suddenly appeared, and Qingyu took a step back.

Ning Zhiyan took a sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at Qingyu, his eyes were like clear rivers, and his voice was very calm: "Master Tian, ​​please be careful. Although Yue Ming's violence has been reduced after he recognized his master, it should not be underestimated, especially You won’t let anyone get close to you.”

The implication is that Yueming has recognized his master, and no matter what your plans, you can't take it away.

How could Qingyu not understand what he was saying? This kid was trying to scare him. Even if he recognized the owner of what he wanted, he would do everything possible to get it.

Looking at Ning Zhiyan with a sneer, Qingyu said meaningfully: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Ning to tell me."

With so many pairs of eyes staring at this hall, even if Qingyu wanted to take Yueming as his own, there was nothing he could do. However, when the old emperor learned that Yueming recognized his nephew as his master, he showed no expression. After all, he retained his royal bloodline and still If he could do something to harm the capital of Shu, it would be better for Ning Zhiyan to hold it instead of falling into the hands of others.

After all, his nephew was in poor health, and he didn’t know how many years he had left to live. He was notoriously indifferent to fame and fortune. He didn’t even want to arrange an idle official position for him. If it hadn’t been for the Moon Ming Sword incident, he wouldn’t have done it. Forget that Ning Zhiyan is his imperial sister's child.

No wonder the old emperor couldn't remember Ning Zhiyan as his nephew. Ning Zhiyan had been going to Yunjiu Mountain to recuperate since he was a child. He had been there for more than ten years. Not to mention the old emperor, even the officials present might not remember that Ning Zhiyan was Yunchu. The son of the eldest princess.

Qingyu couldn't touch the sword, but she wasn't angry. She had a false smile on her face, which is commonly known as a superficial smile but no real smile.

"This sword is indeed very spiritual."

But he doesn't want the sword now.

Because his target has never been the Yue Ming Sword, but the sword spirit that has been sealed in the sword for seven hundred years.

After a hundred years, Yue Ming, who was originally full of spiritual power, was completely absorbed by the sword spirit and became an ordinary sword.

But that sword spirit is different. It has the powerful spiritual power of Yue Ming, which cannot be underestimated. If it is used by him, both the capital of Shu and the whole world will have to bow down and call him the king.

But now Yue Ming recognized his master, and so did the sword spirit. He had to find a way to lure the sword spirit out.

Qingyu's two gray eyes rested on Ning Zhiyan's body, turning left and right, revealing a cunning and cunning thief. Maybe he could start with him.

"What kind of spirituality is it? It's just a broken sword. I don't believe it can't be picked up."

The person speaking was His Highness the Third. He probably drank too much, his face was flushed, and he walked towards the white figure with unsteady steps.

The emperor did not speak, and the officials did not dare to say anything. They could only let His Highness slowly approach Ning Zhiyan.

Everyone was terrified, fearing that His Highness would do something ridiculous.

Ning Zhiyan, on the other hand, sat motionless with his eyes slightly lowered, the breeze brightening the moon between his brows, wearing a snow-white brocade robe, like an independent immortal left behind in the world.

Finally, His Highness the Third Highness walked up to the immortal, and he snorted coldly, not taking him seriously at all: "With this broken sword, I will use it to kill you today.

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up Yue Ming on the table.

Everyone only saw the blue light emitted by the moon, and the Third Highness rose up and down in the air like a cuju, landing three feet away.

Yue Ming's sword energy was overflowing. Just as it soared into the sky, Ning Zhiyan put his hand on the hilt of the sword. He raised his eyes, his expression as calm as ever, and his light-colored pupils were filled with ink mist.

"Your Majesty, my minister is not feeling well today and will leave first."

Naturally, the emperor never expected that such a scene would happen. He smiled awkwardly, asked Ning Zhiyan some more questions and then let him go back home.

Also following him back home were the jewels, silver coins and silk and satin gifted by the emperor.

As soon as he entered the gate, he saw a blue figure rushing toward him. The little girl had a serious expression and the words "I'm not happy" were written all over her face. She stopped in front of him without saying a word.

"Aren't you happy to see me back?" The man was as tall as a pine, wearing a snow-white brocade robe that showed his elegant temperament. At this moment, he cast his eyes deeply on the woman in front of him, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

When the woman heard what he said, the tail of her originally downward eyes slightly rose. Under the thick black eyelashes, a pair of clear and transparent eyes were like a pool of stardust. She opened her lips and stopped talking.

"What do you want to say?" The man's voice was clear and slightly mellow, like a clear gurgling stream beating at the top of his heart.

"I didn't want to say anything." An Ning blinked and said softly.

She didn't know that she had already thought of words in her mind before, but when she saw him, she suddenly couldn't speak.

"Really?" Ning Zhiyan stared at her intently.

The little girl obviously wanted to question him, but she didn't dare to ask. Her entangled look was like the kitten he had raised when he was young, pitiful and cute.