She played off after wearing the book

Chapter 69 Sequelae

After Qianqiao explained, Nangong Wenqing got up.

"Go out and try."

It was afternoon and the sun was shining brightly.

Nangong Wenqing brought Qianqiao to the small courtyard, and first used the ice spiritual power to transform countless thin threads, shining brightly in the sun.

"Third Uncle, you are too...too amazing~"

Qianqiao looked at the silver thread in Nangong Wenqing's hand in shock, and the result of three hours of thinking, was so easily used by the third uncle...

"It's not difficult. If you are my age, you can do it."

It was rare for Nangong Wenqing to comfort Qianqiao.

"I got inspiration from Jinling Huaguang to create Jin Lingsi. Before I came here, I tried it in my room. Although it can be condensed like Jinling Huaguang, it can't be shaped. It's either too thick and stiff, or it's too thin to connect. I think It is very difficult to make it both sharp and flexible.”

Qian Qiao frowned, expressing her confusion.

"The concentration of spiritual power should not be reckless, but ingenious thinking is necessary. When things are extreme, they will be reversed, and when a tree is strong, it will break. You might as well give up your inherent thoughts and try."

After a little thought, Nangong Wenqing pointed out the disadvantages of Qianqiao.

According to Nangong Wenqing's guidance, Qianqiao closed her eyes and began to gather spiritual power with her hands.

"The spiritual power is uneven, the connection is wrong, start again."

Then there was endless repetition of training until night fell, and Qianqiao also failed.

Although it has been able to condense thin threads and make them continuous, it is more than flexible, but not sharp enough.

"Come here today, eat..."

Nangong Wenqing looked at the sky and reached out to stop Qianqiao from continuing to practice.

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Dragging his exhausted body, Qianqiao was lying on the dining table waiting for Uncle Qi to serve, his eyes staring forward without focus, until suddenly a big hand with strong bones blocked his vision.

"You are too anxious..."

In the dark, Qianqiao could clearly feel that third uncle's body temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and it was very comfortable to apply the ice on the eyelids, which made Qianqiao's chaotic brain a little clearer. At this time, she heard third uncle whispering softly, Qianqiao Qiao suddenly woke up.

Ever since I came to this world, I seem to have been busy all the time. When I first came, I was anxious to gain a firm foothold in this Nangong family, dealing with everyone and fighting wits and courage.

Later, the original owner was finally cleared, but was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the original owner's mother. After the seal was taken over by the uncle and the others, he began to prepare for the Dabi again, and worked hard to learn spells with the third uncle. After meeting Nangong Yunchuan, he will find the Xue Yundan took the task on himself.

Qianqiao didn't know why she was so eager, as if she would be washed away by the endless torrent of time if she didn't leave.

Probably... this is the sequelae of the rebirth...

Third Uncle's slightly cool palm made Qianqiao's heart relax slowly, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she slowly fell asleep...

The trembling eyelashes in his hand stopped flailing, and then warm breath swept across his palm.

Nangong Wenqing quickly withdrew his hand as if being scalded, but the slight itching in his palm spread all the way to the bottom of his heart.

"Which is Qianqiao? Sigh... this kid is too hardworking..."

When Uncle Qi came over to serve the dishes, he saw Qian Qiao lying on the table and fell asleep, and said distressedly.

"I'll send her up to rest, let's remove the dishes."

Nangong Wenqing gently carried Qianqiao up to the second floor while giving instructions.

Qi Ren looked at the back of the third young master leaving, feeling a little bit emotional, that indifferent child finally became a little popular...

Nangong Wenqing, who picked up Qianqiao, was not as calm as his face. He didn't expect Qianqiao to be so light. Could it be that he ate too little?

After putting Qianqiao on the bed, Nangong Wenqing tucked her in the quilt stiffly, then sat in front of the bed, looking at Qianqiao's sleeping face, wondering what she was thinking, and didn't get up until dawn to leave.

(End of this chapter)