All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 51

The moment Qing Lang woke up, Feng Ning was in a bad mood.

How could this be? !

The God of Medicine was also stunned, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up! Kill him quickly!"

But his words made Qing Lang even more angry.

The evil spirit around him became more and more fierce, as if every wisp of evil spirit could be turned into a knife, piercing Feng Ning and God of Medicine!

"Hurry up and shut up!" Feng Ning hurriedly said.

Now it is absolutely impossible to provoke Qing Lang any more.

The God of Medicine was trembling with fright, squatting in the corner, and transmitted a secret message to Feng Ning: "We have agreed, if there is anything wrong with Qing Lang, you will kill him yourself!"

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning glanced at Qing Lang with red eyes, couldn't help taking a step back, and said to the God of Medicine: "...I think there is still room for salvation, he seems to know me."

The God of Medicine's lips trembled: "...you are trying to kill me."

Feng Ning held Feng Yu's long knife, stood up against the wall, looked up at Qing Lang who was not far away, and asked cautiously: "Qing Lang? Let me tell you, this matter is not what you saw , there was a misunderstanding in this matter."

Qing Lang took out the Soul Slaying Sword.

But the moment the Soul Slashing Sword was unsheathed, a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face, and then he threw the sword to the ground, and took out a bow from the Qiankun bag.

"Let me tell you that there is really a misunderstanding. We are not trying to kill you! We are trying to save you!"

Qing Lang: "Go out and save me?"

Feng Ning: "..."

This is really hard to explain.

Feng Ning took Feng Yu's long knife and moved to the side: "No, I want to dig out your heart and give you a new set of bones..."

Qing Lang drew his bow expressionlessly: "Be more serious about making up lies, no one has ever succeeded like this in tens of thousands of years."

Feng Ning: "...you want to kill me?"

"Yes." Qinglang drew his bow fully, and jet-black evil spirit shot out along with the evil spirit.

Feng Ning ran away.

Feng Ning doesn't know who will win if he fights against the current Qing Lang, but the important thing is that he doesn't want to fight Qing Lang.

Because now Qing Lang wants to kill him wholeheartedly, if there is a fight, one person will definitely be injured.

So he ran away.

He ran away in a very ungodly manner.

He was very relieved before running, because Qing Lang hadn't lost his mind yet.

For example, Qing Lang only chased him and beat him, but ignored the God of Medicine next to him.

But when the God of Medicine shouted to Feng Ning passionately: "Why are you running? Fight back, stab him to death!", he said in a cold voice: "Master God of Medicine, if you are too busy to panic, why don't you go and see your fast man?" dead son."

After the God of Medicine left in shock, Qing Lang continued chasing and beating Feng Ning.

Be focused and serious.

Feng Ning had personally witnessed the purgatory on earth 3 years ago.

There were dead bodies everywhere, people were devastated, and the demon girl who was full of evil spirit completely lost her mind and almost killed everyone she saw.

Erupting volcanoes, howling emissaries, and a reshuffled world order.

Prior to this, although the demons who absorbed the turbid air existed, they did not belong to one of the five realms.

To other immortals, they are just another type of immortal cultivators who inhale turbid air.

But after that, the magic girl manipulated everyone who sucked the turbid air with her evil spirit, and became her sharp weapon to kill the world.

Since then, the Demon World has been established.

But Magic Ji is not human, she is just a killer manipulated by evil spirit.

There was only one order in her mind.

—Kill, kill, kill!Kill the world!

The demons are not human beings under her command, but her blades, if they are disobedient and not easy to use, they will be killed and exchanged for a new batch.

It was even heard that she almost strangled her own child, and her husband yelled loudly in her ear, but failed to restore her sanity.

Therefore, Magic Girl is a nightmare for everyone in the Six Realms.

But the God of Medicine quietly told him outside Wumolin's wooden house: "Feng Ning, I just secretly detected it with magic, and Qinglang is a born devil bone, a born devil master exactly like the devil girl 3 years ago. "

At that moment, Feng Ning only felt a chill rising from his spine, which made his teeth chatter.

The magic concubine killed countless immortals, countless demons, and countless people.

In the end, she was besieged to death by dozens of gods including Feng Ning and Qing Dahuai.

What about Qinglang?

Who will he kill, and whose knife will he die?

"We have to kill him in advance, and when his devil bone is formed and he can control the evil spirit, it will be over." The God of Medicine said, "You hold him first, and I will notify the other gods."

Feng Ning grabbed the sleeve of God of Medicine: "...don't."

God of Medicine frowned: "I know he is your disciple, but God Feng Ning, you can't be confused about this matter. This is a matter related to the common people in the world, even if you are his master, you can't favoritism !"

Feng Ning looked up at him, and said hoarsely: "But he is not only my disciple, but also my husband."

The God of Medicine was stunned.

Feng Ning looked at him steadfastly: "This is selfishness, I must take it easy."

The God of Medicine was originally unwilling.

It's not relative or reason, although he understands Fengning, but it is absolutely impossible for Qinglang and Fengning to gamble with the common people in the world.

But Feng Ning revealed a plan.

"Qing Lang has a problem with his bones, so it's better to abandon his whole body, gouge out his heart, and rebuild a physical body for him."

The God of Medicine was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said: "...reshaping the body of the demons...I have never seen anyone succeed...it's not as simple as you think, Qinglang is likely to die in this process middle."

Feng Ning said: "If you don't do this, he will die."

God of Medicine: "If something goes wrong on the way, he will really become a devil."

Feng Ning: "When the time comes, I will kill him with my own hands."

But Feng Ning never thought that the result of the incident was not that he killed Qinglang who became the demon lord.

It was Qing Lang who chased and beat him with a vicious aura.

Feng Ning thought, maybe it was because Qing Lang didn't lose his mind and become a monster that only cared about killing as he thought.

Feng Ning turned her head and took a look, the evil spirit on Qing Lang's body shone with golden light under the sun.

It's very inconspicuous, but Fengning can see it.

Because that is his Shangshen yang energy.

This thin layer of golden light surrounded Qing Lang, as if protecting his mind.

It seems that his yang energy is still useful, and it is not entirely a demon feeder.

... If he had known this, he wouldn't have to bother to find the way to cut out the heart.

For no reason, Qing Lang misunderstood.

Even though Qing Lang has extremely powerful evil spirit at the moment, his teleportation technique is still inferior to Feng Ning.

If you are not careful, you will lose someone.

So, an hour later.

With a bow on his back and a knife in his hand, Qing Lang stepped into Guining Gate.

"Fengning, come out!"

Qinglang's bow and arrow pierced through the door plaque of Duyu Pavilion.

The disciples of Guiningmen were all stunned.

Linjiu ran over first and said, "Qinglang? Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Everyone responded: "Yes, how can you do this? Even if you and Master are married, you can't be so rude."

"...Qing Lang, listen to what senior brother said, I think you are a little bit arrogant today."

"Crack!" A poison dart pierced the senior's hair crown.

"Fengning, come out and die!" Qing Lang shouted again.

"You are... this is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!"

"Hey!" A dagger pierced the fellow's robe.

Qinglang's actions finally aroused the anger of the crowd, and the thirty or so disciples present all formed a battle and began to fight against Qinglang.

But Qinglang used the evil energy freely, and within a moment, everyone fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to fight.

"This is... this is evil spirit, this is..." An older brother's face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly ran to the side, "No, I have to find..."

But the next moment he was lifted up by Qing Lang with evil spirit.

Qing Lang threw a fireball, spread the Nether Fire all over the floor, and lifted the older senior brother over the flames to roast.

"Master..." the man shouted in fright.

At this moment, nameless ice water was poured over, extinguishing the flames in that place.

"Let's all leave, Qing Lang stays." Feng Ning walked with her hands behind her back.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Qing Lang pointed a knife at Feng Ning, his eyes were red, so although his expression was very fierce, he still did not hide his distress: "Why don't you fight me? Do you still think I can't beat you?"

Feng Ning was silent for a while: "It's not fair for me to fight you."

Qing Lang: "Is it unfair to me?"

Feng Ning: "No, it's not fair to me. You want to kill me, but I don't want to kill you. I still care about you very much."

Ah.

This is simply the funniest joke Qing Lang has ever heard.

The person who almost gouged out his heart said that he didn't want to kill him.

People who use him to reunite with old friends say they care about him.

"Since that's the case, then let me kill you." Qing Lang was the first to strike.

This time Feng Ning had no choice but to borrow a bamboo from the nearby bamboo grove and challenge Qing Lang.

Qinglang practiced swords every day for the past year, but now because he didn't want to use the soul-slaying sword he gave him, he abandoned the sword and used a saber, not to mention that he was fighting Fengning, so he was losing ground.

But the losing streak in his moves couldn't resist his huge strength, and the power of evil spirit made people feel an inexplicable pressure.

And what Feng Ning lacks the most at this moment is strength.

Therefore, after hundreds of moves, it is impossible to tell who has the upper hand.

Feng Ning was a little tired, and wanted to have a good talk with his stubborn little husband: "Qing Lang, stop beating, okay? If you have something to say, talk."

But at this moment, the second disciple Ling Feng teleported over: "Master, I heard..."

But seeing the scene in front of him, he paused again, not knowing whether to speak or not.

Fengning: "Say."

Ling Feng glanced at Feng Ning and Qing Lang, tucked back the white stuff in his sleeve, frowned, and said: "...I heard that your marriage to Junior Brother 56 is broken. "

As soon as the movements in Feng Ning's hand froze, Qing Lang took the upper hand.

Feng Ning looked at the mottled clothes on Qing Lang's body, which seemed to be scorched, and immediately understood: "...you... tore up the marriage book, why?"

Qing Lang sneered: "I would like to ask Master, why did you go to such lengths to reunite with that phoenix?"

Phoenix...

Feng Ning suddenly opened her eyes.

How did Qing Lang know?

How could he know...he couldn't...

An inexplicable feeling of suffocation gripped his heart tightly, making his breathing tremble.

But while he was in a daze, Qing Lang's long knife pointed at his chest and stabbed him!

not good!

Feng Ning hurriedly took a step back, and subconsciously stabbed with the bamboo stick——

"Pfft!" An irregularly shaped, somewhat sharp bamboo stick slammed into Qing Lang's chest, the sound of piercing into the flesh was so clear that it almost pierced Qing Lang right through.

Blood spattered from Qinglang's chest, staining half of Fengning's face red.

Fengning was stunned.

Slowly, slowly, he lowered his head.

He saw his bamboo stick sinking into Qing Lang's chest, he saw Qing Lang's long knife... brushing past his shoulder.

Feng Ning's lips trembled, as if being scalded by fire, she let go of the bamboo stick, and staggered back two steps.

Qing Lang looked down at the bamboo stick inserted into his chest, and suddenly grinned: "...that's what you said...you don't want to kill me?"

Fengning's expression panicked: "Qinglang, I... I'm sorry..."

Qinglang looked up at him, his face was pale, but what he said forced Fengning back step by step:

"What are you apologizing for?"

"Apologizing for piercing my chest with this bamboo stick?"

"Apologizing for almost gouging out my heart?"

"Or are you apologizing for using me as a stepping stone to reunite with that phoenix?"

Feng Ning couldn't say a word.

Qing Lang sneered, gritted his teeth fiercely and pulled out the bamboo stick.

The moment the bamboo stick was pulled out, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body couldn't support himself, so he knelt down on the ground.

Feng Ning subconsciously wanted to go over to help him, but was too shocked by his cold eyes to touch him.

Qing Lang stood up staggeringly, the pain made him break out in cold sweat, a drop of sweat slid down from his forehead along the side of his face, and finally mixed with blood, it dripped onto his collar.

He looked up at Fengning and said:

"Fengning, just wait."

"Since you are afraid that my demon bones will cause chaos in the world, then I will show you the chaos."

The corner of his lips was stained with blood, but his face was pale.

When those words came out of his blood-stained lips, it was as gorgeous and treacherous as if stained with blood.

Qing Lang walked step by step, gradually drifting away.

His back looks so small and dazzling in this huge mountain and sea.

Feng Ning opened his mouth slightly, panting lightly, but he always felt that something was pressing on his heart, preventing him from breathing.

Tens of thousands of years ago, when Phoenix left, he still didn't know how to part.

He thought that Phoenix would come back one day, and after Phoenix came back, they would still be the same as before, talking, chatting, and exploring together everything that was novel to him in this world.

But today, tens of thousands of years later, he looked at Qing Lang's back.

But clearly understand: Qing Lang will not come back.

Qinglang is different from Phoenix, Qinglang is not dead.

He can still see Qinglang in the future, but he will never see that gentle and childish young man who is full of him and calls him master with sparkling eyes.

...he did something wrong.

What did you do wrong?

Feng Ning thought about it seriously and found the answer.

He could seriously explain the matter of gouging out his heart, and it could also be attributed to a mistake that just pierced his chest.

Only about Fenghuang, he couldn't argue with a hundred words.

——He should have hidden the Phoenix better so that Qing Lang would not find out.

Qing Lang's back gradually became dim and blurred.

But the blood on the corner of her lips was imprinted in Fengning's mind, and it didn't leave for a long time.

When I dream back at midnight, when I occasionally lose my mind, when I wake up suddenly.

He will always remember the face when he parted with the boy at the end.

A face stained with blood and sweat, a face stained with despair and anger.

It's been too long, and at the end of it, Feng Ning almost couldn't remember whether there were tears on that boy's face that day besides blood and sweat.

It seems that there is, and it seems that there is not.

Feng Ning rested her chin with one hand, while with the other hand she sketched on the playbook.

In fact, he can be forgiven for not being able to remember clearly.

After all, that was 500 years ago.

Feng Ning glanced at the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who were nervously patrolling outside, and sighed.

The world has really been messed up by him.