The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Looking at Feng Jing's face, Yun Ying said calmly: "I want you to be my training partner."

Feng Jing was startled, and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"I want young master to be my training partner." Yun Ying repeated it lightly, without any waves in her tone.

"I...to be your training partner?" Feng Jing looked Yunying up and down, just about to say have you weighed yourself, but suddenly remembered her perverted comprehension speed just now, and she was so curious that she changed her tone , "If you want to, that's not impossible."

He also seemed to observe the progress speed of this ghost without missing a moment.

Yunying got his promise and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the situation just now was embarrassing, the overwhelming pressure is not without benefits. The speed of the improvement of footwork is almost the same as those in times of crisis. It is very good for self-cultivation.

After she was relieved, she looked up at the wind that suddenly increased among the bamboo leaves, and said to Feng Jing: "Then thank you, Third Young Master, and hope that we will have the opportunity to meet next time soon."

"Next time?" Feng Jing was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Yunying didn't answer him, but said: "If someone asks me to blame later, please ask the third son to take all of them for me, and say that all the escapes along the way are the idea of ​​the third son."

"What on earth do you mean?" Feng Jing was even more surprised, seeing Yun Ying's rare cocked mouth, revealing a schadenfreude smile.

He suddenly understood, turned his head and looked back at the sky covered by bamboo leaves, and when he heard the familiar Bailuan calling, he sneered disdainfully, and regardless of the pressure getting closer, he turned around and said to Yunying: "It seems that you have already know who I am."

"I don't know." Yun Ying shook her head and said sincerely, "I only know that the third son has some relationship with Feng Ni Gu Zhuo Gu, but I don't know the specific relationship, and I don't think it's because of me. It can be imagined at this moment.”

Feng Jing smiled slightly: "You are very smart and know that there are some things that cannot be delved into, but don't forget, I am not someone you can get rid of so easily."

He raised his hand, and lightly tapped Yunying's forehead, and the place where the mark had been branded once began to burn again. Yunying didn't show it on the face, but she scolded Fengjing in her heart for not forgetting to torture herself at this time one time.

"The third son is naturally not a thing in the pool." She sighed, straightened her body and performed a big gift.

Feng Jing was taken aback for a moment, but then realized that this big gift was not for her, and turned her head to look at the person who came.

"Father, I still told you to come after me."

Where the white luan landed, the bamboo forest turned into snow crystals, which turned into snowflakes with the flow of the landing, turning the world into plain white.

Above Bai Luan was a tall man in purple robe, although he was very close, Yunying couldn't see his face clearly.

Even if she couldn't see his face clearly, and the silver embroidered phoenix on the purple robe, she knew the identity of the visitor.

"Jing'er has been out messing around for a long time, so it's time to go back with my father." The man in purple robe said slowly, his voice was like icy ice, making people feel far away and unapproachable.

Feng Jing didn't answer her father's words, but turned around and asked Yun Ying: "Do you want to go back by yourself, or go back with me?"

Yunying watched Zhuo Guzhu's movements, seeing that he didn't say anything to stop him, she said, "If Guzhu and the third young master don't hesitate to carry it, the younger generation will be very honored."

Feng Jing snorted lightly: "Then don't come up with me." As she spoke, she pulled her hand, and her steps landed on Bai Luan's back.