Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wu Qiyue stopped suddenly and asked softly: "Have you really cultivated the Qingyang Wujing?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "Yeah."

Wu Qiyue's expression was a little weird, and she smiled: "I didn't expect you to really become a yellow-turbaned man. In such a short period of time, it is really scary."

Yang Qingxuan said: "Yeah."

Wu Qiyue's eyebrows frowned slightly, and said in a grunt: "Why do you only say ‘um’?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Yeah."

Wu Qiyue: "..." speechlessly: "You can't say anything other than ‘um’?"

"Something else?" Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and then said in a cold voice: "Did you eat it?"

Wu Qiyue: "..."

She dizzy for a while, and other men saw her, all showing great hospitality, racking their brains to think about topics to please her.

But Yang Qingxuan was the opposite, should he take the initiative to think about the topic?

Fortunately, Yang Qingxuan is not really stupid, smiled lightly and said, "Thank you."

Wu Qiyue said with no anger: "Thank me? Thank you for what? Just saved you?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said: "Even if you didn't make a move just now, Zuo Jun couldn't hurt me. Thank you for giving me Qingyang Wujing, otherwise I would never have the current strength."

Wu Qiyue said: "The Qingyang Wujing...Did you encounter any problems in the process of practicing?"

"Problem? No, it's always good."

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "Why would you ask like that?"

Wu Qiyue hesitated a few times before she said: "I don't know if there is any problem with the martial arts scriptures. It was extracted from a historical site in the family. Because the introduction said it was body training, I didn't look at it carefully. That day. Seeing you insist on refining, I will give it to you."

Yang Qingxuan looked dumbfounded, opened his mouth wide, and said angrily: "Sister, can you be more reliable in doing things? This thing will cost people's lives if they are trained casually!"

Wu Qiyue knew that she was wrong, blushing and said: "Who knew you really want to train..."

Yang Qingxuan was speechless for a while, waved his hand and said, "Fine, I'm fortune-telling. At least there is no problem right now, but the martial arts seems to be incomplete, do you have a follow-up here?"

Wu Qiyue said: "No, I'll give it all to you."

Yang Qingxuan: "..."

Wu Qiyue lowered her head and stroked the corners of her clothes, knowing that she was wrong, and said ashamed: "Anyway, there is no future for body refining. You are already a yellow-turbaned man. You don't need to refining it. Change the spirit to condense."

Yang Qingxuan was also a little entangled. According to the previous plan, he should stop after reaching the Yellow Turban Warrior. But now I feel more and more that body training is not easy, and the Qingyang Wujing is even more extraordinary. If he stops now, he will be very reluctant.

Wu Qiyue looked at him suddenly, her big bright eyes filled with expectation, "I also hope to see your martial soul."

"What's good to see."

Yang Qingxuan said with no anger, "I don't even bother to condense a trash martial arts soul with light soul."

Wu Qiyue smiled "poofly" and blinked her eyes and said: "Many martial arts cannot be tested. That kind of test has great shortcomings. Even if it is really a soul light, it still has room for promotion."

She laughed, and the beautiful scenery on all sides was sad, Yang Qingxuan's heart was like a spring breeze, even if his mind was like this, he couldn't help but ripples.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and said: "Your understanding of martial souls seems to be above the academy?"

Wu Qiyue "chuckled" and said with a smile: "Are you testing me?"

Yang Qingxuan didn't conceal his inner thoughts, and said, "You are very mysterious. Isn't it normal for me to be tempted?"

Wu Qiyue was stunned, and she couldn't expect him to be so frank, she couldn't help but sighed: "Knowing more, it's not good for you, you should feel at ease to improve your strength."

Yang Qingxuan chuckled and said: "So old-fashioned, the tone of speech is comparable to that of my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?" Wu Qiyue suddenly looked strange and said: "Yang Zhao? Is he really your grandfather?"

Yang Qingxuan's heart burst and frowned, "Of course, why are you asking that?"

Wu Qiyue smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing."

The question was too inexplicable, causing a burst of discomfort in Yang Qingxuan's heart, but it was impossible to say why.

Seeing him, Wu Qiyue seemed a little displeased, and hurriedly said, "I'm just asking casually. There are five days left for the inner court assessment. Zuo Heng is afraid that he won't let it go. You can try to gather the martial soul as soon as possible. As for Qingyang Wujing, don’t practice anymore."

Yang Qingxuan was a little embarrassed, and asked him to give up the Qingyang Wujing, and it was extremely reluctant.

But if you continue to cultivate without a follow-up mental method, it will eventually be difficult to achieve great results, and even some exercises, if they are not fully cultivated, will eat back the body, then it will be even more devilish.

Yang Qingxuan pondered: "I will consider it again."

Wu Qiyue said sternly: "The origins of the Qingyang Martial Scriptures are indeed extraordinary, and you must have felt the great benefits. Otherwise, in just a few months, it is absolutely impossible to step into the yellow turban warrior. But the more this top-level technique, The more you need a complete sutra formula, you must stop practicing for the latter part!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I will consider it carefully."

When there was speechless, the two were silent for a while, and Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists to bid farewell.

Wu Qiyue looked at his leaving back, and gradually disappeared into the full display of the flowers, looking a little bleak, and wondered to herself: "Is he really a member of the Yang family? If it is true, then his martial soul..."

A terrifying scene emerged in her mind. Wu Qiyue's face was a little pale, but she burst out of her pupils, she seemed a little excited, "Yang family blood, that terrible inheritance martial soul, will it really appear on him? ?? If he is really a descendant of the Yang family, then the adult who sits in the Central World and holds the double ranking of heaven and earth..."

She was sluggish for a while before she retracted her thoughts and sighed slightly: "I see him like this, it seems that I don't want to give up the Qingyang Wujing, and I don't know whether there will be a follow-up of the Wujing where the treasure scroll refers. His strength is too weak, otherwise it would be okay to tell him about the Baojuan. But it's just a yellow turban warrior...well... it's really not enough."

Wu Qiyue let out a long sigh, looking at Yang Qingxuan's departure direction, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in the clear eyes, as if this place full of spring, before the midsummer, it was approaching autumn.

//Xiao Yang's spirit is coming out tomorrow. Taiyi feels very mad and cool, so stay tuned. And I asked an artist to make an illustration. After the drawing is finished, I will send it to Taiyi’s WeChat public account: taiyiss (my name is Taiyishui). Please pay attention:)