Chapter 181 Zhao Ning: No physical contact with Ying Wuji? I don't accept it!
"Then let's study the bloodline chapter together?"
A trace of heat hit Zhao Ning's earlobe, making her feel a different feeling all over her body.
I don’t know how to describe this feeling.
Somewhat comfortable.
But it is the kind of comfort that can lead to embarrassment and embrace of depravity if you are not careful.
It was just like on their wedding night, Ying Wuji asked her to do something excessive.
Heartbeat quickens.
Cheeks get hot.
She glared at Ying Wuji with a slightly angry look on her face.
Based on her understanding of Ying Wuji, this brat must have done it on purpose.
Now her mind is full of training to prepare for the upcoming Sword Immortal Conference.
So although she didn't hate Ying Wuji's little tricks at all, she still had to refuse.
When you are ready to say no.
She found the problem.
Growing up, she was very good at rejecting women. After all, there were countless families, big and small, who proposed to the royal family for marriage, and many pretty girls fell in love with her because of her beautiful appearance.
Reject the woman, she has experience.
But the men were rejected.
She is really unfamiliar!
But this bad boy was still clinging to her shoulders, with no intention of leaving.
Zhao Ning mobilized his true energy, carefully controlled his breathing and heartbeat, and sighed softly, "Wuji, why don't we get down to business first? We have already sworn to heaven and earth, and I will not commit myself to anyone else except you.
Now I just want to make myself stronger quickly, otherwise I really have no chance of defeating Ying Wuque.
The Sword of Light is of great importance, I must leave it in Li and take it for you."
Ying Wuji smiled and said: "How can you calm down and meditate when you have so many worries? Confucianism emphasizes doing nothing for the sake of doing something. You always have a heavy burden on your shoulders, which greatly affects your cultivation.
Besides, it’s just a sword. How could I bear to let my wife fight for me?
Don't worry, I'm stronger than you think, and with Han Juan, Ying Wuque may not be able to beat me!"
Zhao Ning naturally knew about Han Juan's existence. With the help of this world's number one spiritual cultivator, Ying Wuji's chances of winning would indeed be improved. However, facing a first-grade spiritual embryo or even higher-level Emperor Zhuanxu's body...
It’s not that Zhao Ning looks down on Ying Wuji.
It was really that she felt it too deeply. She was a first-grade spiritual fetus, and she also refined a drop of Emperor Zhuanxu's blood.
No one knew better than her how terrifying these two concepts were.
It can only be described in two words: God of War!
On the battlefield, it is invincible.
In single combat, she certainly could not defeat a master at the Soldier Realm, but her performance on the battlefield was not inferior at all.
If we only talk about personal combat capability, she knows that there are few people below the soldier level who can beat her.
A first-grade spiritual fetus that only refined a drop of Emperor Zhuanxu's blood was still like this.
What about the body of Emperor Zhuanxu?
What if Ying Wuque breaks through to the thirteenth level of refining essence?
She was really worried about Ying Wuji, and also worried that the Han Guang Sword would fall into the wrong hands.
At this critical juncture.
If anyone tried to stop her from practicing, she would definitely scold them loudly.
Even if Zhao Ji proposed it, she would refuse it righteously.
But Ying Wuji's words just now, "How could I bear to let my wife fight and kill for me", made it impossible for her to refuse.
She had been raised and disciplined as a favored child of heaven since she was a child, and for the first time she felt like she was being cared for like a woman.
She enjoyed this feeling very much.
But I couldn't help but feel alert.
Afraid that if one loses, the will will be destroyed.
Zhao Ning took a deep breath: "But this..."
Ying Wuji shook his head: "No buts! I am the authority on this! Think about it carefully. Our father is the authority on heaven and earth. After Zhuanxu Ancient Calendar came out, it took him a long time to comprehend it. Why didn't he comprehend it, but I did it instead?"
"Why?"
Zhao Ning was also a little surprised, but subconsciously he also developed a sense of conviction in Ying Wuji.
He is indeed an authority on this point!
Ying Wuji smiled and said, "It's because you are too worried. Everyone is carrying a heavy burden. You practice not for the sake of practicing, but to achieve a certain goal for the country of Li. How can you comprehend anything like this?
It is like in the past thousands of years, not a single prince has become a saint, but the various philosophers and schools of thought have always become saints.
Everyone says that this is the curse of the princes, but is it really so?
If the princes can be as pure as the masters of the hundreds of schools of thought, such as cultivating the great and upright spirit like the Confucianists, understanding the Way of Heaven like the Taoists, and being self-disciplined and loving others like the Mohists, is it really impossible for them to become saints?
Even military strategists are concentrating on studying battle formations and military systems, how can they be as bothered as a king?"
Zhao Ning had a vague understanding: "That makes sense!"
Ying Wuji stood up and gently kneaded her shoulders: "I thought about it and thought about why I was able to understand something. It was because I had nothing to do after the Hundred Schools Festival. I was fully focused on understanding the mysteries of these things, so I was lucky enough to have an epiphany. So, the most important thing for you now is to completely relax. This is your mission!"
Zhao Ning couldn't help but pursed his lips, still feeling that it was a waste of time: "Actually, I'm not that tired..."
Ying Wuji asked, "Ning'er, how long have you not rested? The kind where you sleep when you feel sleepy and don't get up until you are no longer sleepy?"
Zhao Ning: “…”
how long?
She couldn't remember.
Even when Zhao Ji specifically asked her to rest during the Hundred Families Festival, she was still busy with various matters outside the palace.
rest?
Do I deserve to rest?
It was the first time that Zhao Ning was asked to have a good sleep, and he felt mixed emotions for a moment.
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