The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Feng Qingluo also felt the changes in Xingxuan over the years, and finally let go of her dissatisfaction with him, and was finally willing to call him master.

Xingxuan looked at her dark face, waved his sleeves, and a soft light flashed through. Her originally dirty face became white and smooth. Xingxuan nodded with satisfaction and said solemnly: "You are playing with fire. It’s played on your face.”

"Master, it's okay if you don't tell me, but I'll get even more angry when you say it. I originally cooked you a table of delicious food and wanted to reward you, old man, but it was all ruined by Zhi Ming. His nine days were Xuanhuo almost burned me to Shanshanju."

Feng Qingluo complained with a pout.

"..."

When Xingxuan heard that he was making food for him, Feng Qingluo felt a rare kindness. His eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked back at Zhi Ming with a murderous look. The scarlet at the end of his eyes made Zhi Ming tremble.

"Master, don't even think about it. Why did Zhi Ming set the fire? It's not all because of you, who usually indulges him."

"..."

Xingxuan suddenly became even more unhappy.

Hong Yi, a good old man, immediately jumped out to smooth things over, "Oh, Zhi Ming, you... even the hair on your body was plucked. You deserve it."

Xingxuan sighed, seeing how pitiful he was, and then retracted his murderous intention. Then he thought of something else, and suddenly said to Feng Qingluo: "Is your teacher very old?"

Feng Qingluo looked confused and asked: "Tens of thousands of years old, is it very young?"

She paused and then said, "Compared to me, who is a thousand years old, you are still old."

There is a huge gap between a thousand years old and tens of thousands years old, an insurmountable gap.

Xingxuan's face turned livid, he took a deep breath, turned around, and stopped talking.

Today, I didn’t get what I wanted, and I was called old;

My heart suddenly became filled with panic.

Looking at these individuals in front of me, I don't know what to say.

"Master, what shall we learn today?"

Xingxuan tried to calm down his emotions and said coldly: "You are a thousand years old and you still don't know what to do with your daily practice? Today, practice by yourself! As a teacher... I have something to deal with as a teacher."

This guy is so unpredictable that he always changes his face. If you don't know better, you might think he's just a big show!

The tall Feng Qingluo didn't take it seriously and responded softly: "Okay, then I'll go back to Shanxi first."

Looking at Feng Qingluo's leaving figure, Xingxuan felt heart-wrenching and uncomfortable again.

If I don’t teach her today, and I’m not, it’s not easy to see her today.

Suddenly, I felt a little annoyed again.

He turned to look at Zhi Ming, his anger became more intense, and he said sternly: "Are you feeling the pain now?"

"Honored God, help me."

Poor Zhi Ming cried out sobbing.

Xingxuan glanced at him, cast a spell to relieve the itching powder on his body, and said word by word: "She... is the Emperor of the East after all. If you don't want your soul to be destroyed, you should remember the laws of superiority and inferiority, and the laws of heaven."

Zhi Ming felt aggrieved and kowtowed: "Zhi Ming knows I was wrong."

Xingxuan also looked helpless.

Feng Qingluo returned to Muyun Peak and looked at the sea leisurely.

The top of Muyun Peak overlooks the sea, which makes people feel that the whole world is very small.

It was rare for Feng Qingluo to take a pleasant look at the scenery. After sitting for a while, he felt a little bored, so he decided to find something to do.

When I have nothing to worry about, I can't help but think about magic.

After a few simple gestures, his mind wandered far away again.

When his eyes swept across the Gujun Palace, what came to mind was the scene of Tu Shansi kissing him that day; it seemed like it happened yesterday.

Suddenly, she began to feel melancholy and murmured: "I don't know what happened to him. He was injured when he was knocked off the cliff by Xingxuan that day. There is no news about the things Taikoo sent to Kunlun Mountain."

Feng Qingluo never expected that Xingxuan didn't want people to go up the mountain because he didn't want them to communicate with each other. Among the things Taikoo sent, he also specifically stated that they could only be business matters, and all private matters were rejected and were not allowed to enter Kunlun.

Fengqing Luotai wanted to know his situation, so she hurried back to the palace and rummaged around in the study.

She took out a blue scroll from the wooden shelf and said excitedly: "I found it, I found it, the Yuling Magic - it can send messages thousands of miles, cross all the barriers, travel across the world, come and go freely. All you need is me to cast the spell If the person who sent out the Feather Spirit Technique and the souvenir can reply within a cup of tea, I - I can still receive his reply."

This Feather Spirit Technique is a unique technique of Kunlun Immortal Technique. It requires gathering the spirits of Kunlun Mountain to be able to cast it. Anyone who has no chance to practice this technique is also a method that Kunlun Mountain will never spread to outsiders.

When it comes to gathering spirits, Feng Qingluo has it at her fingertips; after living here for more than thirty years, she can be nourished by the fairyland of this sacred mountain and glow with energy.

She followed the same pattern, gathered her energy and made two simple gestures according to the method in the book.

A stream of clear light flew out from between her fingertips, and the painting flashed and turned into a small butterfly.

Feng Qingluo curiously stretched out his fingers and touched its small wings. They felt cool and comfortable.

"It seems like it's done, hurry up and write."

But when she picked up the pen, she didn't know what to write. She meditated for a short while, and then a thousand words were condensed into three words, "How do you do with me?"

She smiled faintly, looked at these three words, and with a wave of her hand, the swan geese turned into mist and flew onto the small wings of the spirit saucer.

Watching the spirit butterfly fly away, carrying her endless thoughts and expectations. Her heart suddenly became anxious, and the waiting of not knowing the way forward was the most unbearable.

What if someone breaks the spell, what if I don’t have enough spiritual power to cross the many barriers? What if he——

There are too many eventualities, and the more I think about them, the more uneasy I become.

She sat on the cliff, looking into the distance, waiting for what Spirit Butterfly could bring back.

At this time, Qingqiu Country.

Tu Shan was already in Lingyuan Palace discussing important matters with the heads and elders of the Fox clan. He was sitting upright in the palace.

The spirit butterfly dragged a long starlight and flew in with flapping wings.

"Your Majesty, this is it."

The new leader of the Su clan looked at the spirit butterfly flying towards the palace with a surprised look on his face.

Tu Shansi stood up excitedly, "Don't move, this is the Kunlun Immortal Technique, the Feather Spirit Technique."

He opened his palms, and a stream of water mist flew out and landed on his palms.

With an uncontrollable smile on his face, he hurriedly opened it and said, 'How do you do? ’ Just three words, but it made his eyes turn red.

Tu Shansi took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and said with a trembling voice: Quick, give me pen, ink, paper and inkstone. "

The immortal envoy beside him hurriedly handed over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After finishing the writing, he didn't know where to start.

In desperation, he calmly waved his pen and ink and wrote: "The three realms are peaceful and I am safe." However, I miss you morning and evening, I miss you morning and evening, and I wish you well. ’

Thousands of words, thousands of words, can't compare to one sentence: "How are you?"

As soon as he put down the pen in his hand, the swan goose expressing his lovesickness turned into mist, flew onto the wings of the butterfly, and flew back to Kunlun in a hurry.

Feng Qingluo was left alone to write on the handkerchief.