Chapter 38 38. My Lord, are you surprised?
"Teacher Fu, why do you insist on taking me as your disciple?" Xia Feng was puzzled.
"Because you are a genius, it would be a shame if you didn't learn swordsmanship."
No, I'm not a genius, I'm just a nerd. Xia Feng seemed to have thought of something and said seriously, "Teacher, although I won't become your disciple, I can recommend you an equally powerful genius."
"Equally powerful?" Freya became interested. "Who?"
"My fiancée—Mu Qingtong!" Xia Feng said seriously, with great conviction, "Teacher, she's actually a genius too. You've all been fooled by her appearance!"
I'd rather die than have my friend die, Mu Qingtong, sorry~
"Were you talking about me just now?" At this moment, a soft and leisurely low voice sounded behind him, with a faint smile.
Xia Feng's shoulders stiffened slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look back.
A woman in an elegant black dress walked in from the corner of the door. A gentle smile played on her lips as she nodded politely to the two professors: "Teacher Fu, Teacher Chen."
"Oh, it's Xiao Mu." Chen Xingdao nodded, "So Xia Feng is your fiancé?"
"Yes." Mu Qingtong glanced at Xia Feng, pursed her lips and said helplessly, feeling a little embarrassed, "Teacher Chen and Teacher Fu, please don't be offended. My fiancé has a lively personality and will say anything to achieve his goals. Don't bother with him."
"Yeah." Chen Xingdao nodded lightly. He naturally didn't believe what Xia Feng said. After all, he was the one who taught Mu Qingtong in his freshman year. It took him three days to draw a basic triangular spirit particle structure. In his sophomore year, his spiritual pressure index was less than 60Voc, which was the passing line. He couldn't be said to be stupid, but he was just at the level of an ordinary student. How could he be a genius?
As we all know, the spiritual pressure index cannot be disguised, and no one can escape the detection of the spiritual pressure meter.
Freya also nodded politely, indicating that she understood what Mu Qingtong meant.
Mu Qingtong had taken several of her swordsmanship classes this semester, and she had also tested Mu Qingtong's skills. His spiritual pressure was very unstable, and his understanding of the structure of the spiritual particle was below average. Fortunately, his foundation was solid. As long as he was willing to learn, and with some good opportunities, it would not be impossible for him to be promoted to the second or third level in the future.
"Xia Xiaoyou, I didn't expect that you and Xiao Mu had this kind of relationship."
Chen Xingdao had a good relationship with the Mu family and was considered Mu Qingtong's elder. Seeing this, he earnestly instructed, "Since that's the case, it's just right. Little Mu's spiritual studies are average. If you have time in the future, you can teach her more."
"Ah?" Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "No—didn't I say she's a natural—"
"Xiao Mu, you too, learn more from your fiancé in the future, okay? If you don't understand, just ask."
Xia Feng felt that this stinky Taoist priest was just like the aunts and uncles during the Chinese New Year, except that he was someone else's child at this moment.
And Mu Qingtong
She slightly curved her eyebrows, her words still gentle: "I know, Teacher Chen, I will learn more from Xiao Feng."
Xiao. Xiao Feng?! Xia Feng shrank his shoulders, and with a twitching eye, he glanced at the woman.
Chen Xingdao nodded upon seeing this and looked at Xia Feng: "Since your fiancée is Xiao Mu, I won't try to persuade you any further. Of course, if you change your mind, you can come to me."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and turned away with a hint of regret.
Freya glanced at Xia Feng, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she sighed helplessly, "Okay, Xia Feng, as I said before, the teacher will always be waiting for you."
Xia Feng: “.”
The remaining two people stood there and silently watched the two people leaving.
for a long time.
Xia Feng turned around and spoke first: "Ms. Mu, I have to say, you are really good at pretending!"
"?" Mu Qingtong's beautiful golden eyes were filled with confusion. "Mr. Xia, I don't understand what you are talking about."
"." Xia Feng rolled his eyes. Okay, you are just like that. You still refuse to admit it even after it has come to this.
But to be honest, this witch of destruction really pretended to be convincing. If he hadn't turned on the perspective cheat, he wouldn't have been able to tell that Mu Qingtong was an unparalleled genius.
But what Xia Feng couldn't understand was how this woman managed to cheat the test of the spiritual pressure instrument?
Lingyi is unlikely, after all, I know everything she can do.
What about spiritual weapons?
Yes, it is very likely a spiritual weapon!
Thinking of this, Xia Feng's eyes lit up. By the way, what level is Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon?
Could it be an A? Or even an S?
Oh my god! Xia Feng became excited when he thought of the S-rank. For a villain like this who wants to destroy the world, it would be unreasonable if the spiritual weapon didn't have an S-rank, right?
"No, that's not right. I'm alpha level, so maybe she's alpha level too. After all, she's the Witch of Destruction."
"But if it's really an alpha, that would be terrible."
Xia Feng had a lot of thoughts in his mind. After all, his [Divine Mirror without a Platform] was currently unable to replicate spiritual weapons of the same level.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Mu Qingtong couldn't help but wonder when she saw Xia Feng staring at her in a daze.
Xia Feng blinked: "Has your spiritual weapon awakened?"
"No." She shook her head.
"What level is your spiritual weapon?" Xia Feng continued to ask in confusion.
"I said no."
"Isn't it S-rank?"
"I said, it's not awakened!" Mu Qingtong's tone slightly increased, and her beautiful eyes under the half-frame gold-rimmed glasses showed helplessness. "Mr. Xia, if you want to copy my spiritual weapon, you can try."
"If you try, you'll find that I really haven't awakened a spiritual weapon, nor am I the genius you claim I am."
Xia Feng didn't expect Mu Qingtong to be so frank and actually willing to take the initiative to copy the spiritual weapon for him?
But unfortunately, the opportunity for him to copy the spiritual weapon is to touch the target spiritual weapon or be attacked by the target spiritual weapon.
Unless he finds Mu Qingtong's spiritual weapon, he has no way of copying it.
"How about it, do you want to copy it?" the woman in the black dress said with a smile.
"Forget it." Xia Feng waved his hand, "I can only copy once a day, wait for next time~"
Having said that, he walked out of the door without looking back, and the last sentence happened to be heard by the staff outside.
The onlookers immediately took out their mobile phones and started chatting in groups, spreading the news about the limitations of Xia Feng's spiritual weapon abilities.
"Firsthand information, Xia Feng's copy cooldown time is 24 hours! However, I don't know how long the spiritual weapon can last after he copies it."
"And I speculate that he is probably unable to copy multiple spiritual weapons at the same time."
"Huh? Only one copy slot? That seems pretty restrictive. I don't think it's worth an A-rank. QAQ."
"Bullshit! This isn't even A-rank worthy? It's already quite buggy!"
“.”
Xia Feng listened to the gossip and walked out of the crowd.
His copy skill naturally has no CD limit, and he can copy whenever he wants, but there is indeed a limit on the number of copy positions.
There is currently only one copy position, which greatly restricts many of his tactics.
Fortunately, the number of copy slots can be increased. As long as he is promoted to the second level, he will have one more copy slot, and so on.
Unfortunately, it is not so easy to advance to the second level. Xia Feng glanced at Mu Qingtong who followed closely.
"Miss Mu, what is your spiritual attribute?"
"Mu, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing much. I just want to know what materials you need to advance to the second level."
Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, everyone has his or her own spiritual preference.
Different spiritual attributes require different materials to advance to the second level, and their rarities will also be different.
For example, spiritual materials with a wood nature are rare and hard to find.
"I'm just an apprentice spiritualist. Why should I consider second-level materials?" Mu Qingtong asked in confusion.
"It's okay, I'm just asking~~" Xia Feng waved his hand, looking as if he was just asking casually.
Mu Qingtong: “.”
Although he knew her spiritual attributes, Xia Feng was not going to help her find materials for promotion.
First of all, the spiritual pressure value has not yet reached the promotion standard. Secondly, Mu Qingtong seems to have good fighting spirit now. It is likely that he will complete the materials and then be promoted secretly.
There was no need for him to worry at all. He was just asking to give himself some peace of mind.
Now his main concern is still the 'unborn wife'. Xia Feng touched the 'Pingshan pocket watch' that he had snatched from Yan Xujia in his pocket, and his heart was full of doubts.
"Um, Miss Mu, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first~"
Mu Qingtong stared silently at Xia Feng's departing back. The look of doubt on her face faded away, but a mysterious and gentle smile slowly appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Master, what are you thinking about?" The maid Fei appeared behind her at some point.
"Fei, have you noticed that he is also growing very fast? Just like me, as long as he wants, he can quickly see through the structure of the D-level spirit clothes."
Mu Qingtong discovered that the more she studied her fiancé, the more she felt like she was looking in the mirror.
This unprecedented feeling made her tremble and excited, like her reflection in the mirror, the same sharpness, but a different angle.
This made her feel that she was not the only star in the night sky.
She is not alone.
*
When Cha Naxue came out of seclusion and walked out of Yueluhuachi, she received a letter from Yin saying that Panda had a surprise for her.
"Surprise?"
Cha Naixue actually doesn’t like the word surprise because it often means unpredictable.
However, this is also the intention of the knight under her command. Excluding the unpredictability of the word type itself, she is still satisfied and looking forward to it. It is also good to be able to relieve the boredom caused by the retreat.
After five days of seclusion, Gu Yue's practice was still slow, and he was always just one step away from reaching that 1% critical point.
We're just getting started, and it's already so difficult. I can't imagine how frustrating every critical point will be.
Fortunately, although there was a serious deviation in her previous calculations about Xia Feng, she still had a way out.
As long as she shows sincerity and apologizes, I believe Xia Feng will forgive her.
But before that, go check out Panda's surprise.
Following the navigation, she arrived at the fighting arena. At this time, the audience had already left and only a few scattered staff members were left in the aisle. She walked all the way to the waiting room, and doubts gradually arose in her heart.
Why did these staff members look at her so strangely?
When he opened the door, Panda and Yin were sitting at the two ends of the sofa, but Yan Xujia was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing Chanaixue coming, the two of them immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "Master."
"You said Yan Xujia was dueling with someone. Is it over? Is he causing trouble again?" Cha Naixue took off her beret and walked towards the sofa.
"Not really." Panda said with a smile, "My Lord, Knight Yan has actually done something meritorious this time."
The woman's long legs crossed gracefully beneath her snowy skirt. She gently stirred the tea with a silver spoon and nodded softly, "Hmm? Tell me about it."
"Master, your training has been troubled by the binding lines for a long time, so we..."
Panda recounted what had happened in the past few days. Of course, he did not mention the assassination attempt on Xia Feng in the Evil Dragon Forest.
As Cha Naixue listened, the movement of the spoon in her hand stirring the black tea became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
The deep red vortex of tea slowly dissipated until the water surface returned to calm. She did not speak, and her inexplicably strange purple eyes were calm.
The long silence made Panda feel something was wrong. He swallowed and asked tentatively, "Master?"
Raising her purple eyes slightly, the woman said calmly, "You said Yan Xujia went to find Xia Feng and asked for the token of love I gave to Xia Feng?"
"Yes, but I failed to get it back." Seeing that the master finally spoke, Panda breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Master, the childhood keepsake is in Xia Feng's hands. It will eventually make him still miss you, so I also support Yan Xujia."
"You said that Yan Xujia had someone slap Mushroom?"
"Yes, almost. Mushroom is Xia Feng's only friend. This will arouse his hatred towards Yan Xujia and you to the greatest extent."
Panda felt that the slap was a stroke of genius, and it would have been even better if there had been a few more slaps.
Cha Naixue picked up the black tea, took a sip, and then slowly put it down, frowning slightly: "It's a bit bitter."
"Ah? Let me brew it again." Panda hurried forward.
“No need.”
Cha Naixue waved her hand, raised her slightly cold eyes, and asked again: "You said, Yan Xujia still wants to cut Xia Feng into a human pig?"
"Yes, after being chopped into a human pig and then restored with the healing spiritual robe, it won't really hurt anything, but the hatred will definitely be full!"
At this point, Panda sighed, "It's a pity that Yan Xujia failed. Xia Feng was unexpectedly strong. But the result is not bad. Xia Feng must have a lot of resentment towards the master, which should weaken many of the ties."
"Hmm." Cha Naixue nodded thoughtfully, her purple eyes calm as she asked softly, "So, Panda, was this your idea?"
Panda was stunned for a moment and was about to say that part of it was.
But the moment he looked up and met his master's gaze, he was startled! His round face suddenly lowered, and cold sweat ran down his back.
Damn it! Damn it! What, what went wrong? Is this line of thinking wrong?
Panda was filled with fear and quickly said, "No, no, this was Yan Xujia's idea. I didn't stop him."
Chanaixue leaned against the sofa, staring quietly at the knight with sweat on his forehead, and his tone began to turn cold:
"Knight Panda, is this the surprise you mentioned?"
Sure enough, the word "surprise" is still so annoying! Cha Naixue's eyes were cold.
Panda's breathing stopped.
Yin stood aside and looked at Fatty Pan in confusion, who didn't dare to say a word. She didn't really understand what was going on. She was a little hungry and wanted to eat.
"Knight Panda, do you know what my purpose is in coming out of seclusion this time?"
"Varied--"
"It's to switch to Shuangyue."
“!!!”
Panda's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face turned pale. So this was the problem! Damn Yan Xujia! Damn it! If it weren't for him...
"Where is Yan Xujia?" The woman's voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld, and it was icy cold to the bone.
Panda shuddered and spoke quickly: "He's still unconscious in the infirmary, and he's seriously injured."
Chanaxue tilted her head to look at the dazzling sunlight outside, feeling a little dizzy.
How could that idiot Yan Xujia not be dead?
“What a pity.”
She wavered for a moment, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she lowered her head and said calmly, "Report this to the Supreme Court. According to the Fair Star God Contract, Yan Xujia will be exiled to the Southern Frontier, and therefore his position as Guardian Knight must be dismissed."
Panda was stunned: "But the Marquis..."
"No problem."
"Yes!" Panda quickly responded with a fist salute and walked out quickly.
(End of this chapter)
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