However, after seeing Jiang Zicheng's relaxed attitude, Feng Qingwu reminded him: "Don't be too relaxed, don't forget my current identity."
"Of course, my sister's name is Jiang Zile."
Jiang Zicheng said in a long voice: "But, Senior Sister, why do you hide your identity? Aren't we just going out for training?"
"Because I received an invitation from the Xia family in Luochuan City."
Feng Qingwu paused: "Elder Liu Zhen doesn't think it's a big problem, but to specially send an invitation to me, a newcomer who has just been promoted to a Xuan-level alchemist, is unbelievable no matter how you think about it. It can only be related to the Linghua Good Fortune Pill."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng also nodded: "It makes sense. After all, although there are not many Xuan-level alchemy masters, there are definitely many, and it is not important."
"……so."
Feng Qingwu's eyes had a trace of venom, hidden behind a gentle smile: "That's why I doubt whether there will be any trouble again."
"Understood, I will cooperate with Senior Sister to hide my identity."
Jiang Zicheng nodded, as if he was remembering something: "It just so happens that what happened in Tianxuan Sect should not have been exposed, and the same is true for my relationship with you. No wonder the senior sister is planning to use my name."
Feng Qingwu nodded, acquiescing to this statement.
After all, she wanted to see if this was just an ordinary gathering of alchemists, or if there were people who were targeting her or the Linghua Good Fortune Pill, so naturally she couldn't go to Luochuan City with her original identity.
Therefore, remembering that the distance between Luochuan City and Tianxuanmen was not far away, and there was no need to use the Flying Lingbao Paper Kite to go to Huacheng like last time, Feng Qingwu directly communicated with Jiang Zicheng, and in the name of the Jiang family, As a mortal.
Coincidentally, the Jiang family is also a small family in Luochuan City.
It is not as big as the Xia family, the controller of Luochuan City.
Recalling this, even Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but ask: "One thing, senior sister, I can understand your hiding your identity, but I can't figure it out - how did you know my identity?"
"What is your identity as the eldest son of the Jiang family?"
Feng Qingwu asked back, and then laughed softly: "Jiang Zicheng, have you forgotten my identity? I am the chief of Tianxuan Sect."
"To put it bluntly, even if the disciples of Tianxuan Sect didn't take me seriously, in the entire sect, I am the one with the highest status among the disciples, and more than that - my master is Qingheng Sword Jun."
"It is true that the relationship between me and him is more like a life-and-death enemy than a master and a disciple, but until I break up with him, my identity as the sect master's direct disciple and chief disciple will not change."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but nod.
Unless Sword Lord Qingheng appears in person.
Just like how he made things difficult for Feng Qingwu because of Yue Mingshi, as long as he doesn't show up for a day, he can maintain the hypocritical peace on the surface, and then Feng Qingwu's status in the sect is unshakable...
It’s the same choice as before.
Feng Qingwu was so valuable that he was even the face of the entire Tianxuan Sect.
So at this point, Feng Qingwu turned to look at him and chuckled: "So asking about your origin is actually a simple matter."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng's face suddenly darkened.
"Then what happened before me..."
"..."
Seeing Jiang Zicheng's suddenly ugly expression, Feng Qingwu was silent for a moment. To be honest, this was the first time she had seen Jiang Zicheng like this for so long, even in Shicheng——
When she risked her life and forced Jiang Zicheng to make a choice.
His face wasn't even that ugly.
However, Feng Qingwu is not someone who likes to get into trouble. She regards Jiang Zicheng as her own, and naturally sincerely hopes that he will do well, otherwise she will not bother to give him guidance.
So seeing the difference in his expression, Feng Qingwu just said: "You don't have to talk about your matters if you don't want to. I didn't go to the elders to ask these questions."
"You should know that you are following me now. It is impossible that I don't know anything about you, so I will check your origin and identity in the sect, but what you don't want others to know-"
"You haven't revealed it in the sect itself, so naturally I have no way of knowing. Don't take my abilities too far."
Speaking of this, Feng Qingwu felt a little helpless.
She always felt that Jiang Zicheng had too high expectations for her. All she could know was to infer the unknown from the existing information, but there was no sign of it at all. How could she learn about it?
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng also showed an embarrassed expression, no longer looking calm as before: "That's not it..."
"Sister, you give people a really strong sense of oppression."
"Yeah?"
Feng Qingwu laughed, but his voice suddenly became serious: "Anyway, Jiang Zicheng, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask or check. You are not a subordinate to me, and I will not ignore your wishes." .”
"You are just my follower. My goal is always to touch the supreme realm of cultivation and my sword, nothing more."
"If you are willing to follow, we are on the same path, but if you can't keep up with me, then stop, I won't order you to do anything."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng fell silent.
It wasn't until a long time later that he nodded: "Yes, Senior Sister."
The atmosphere in the entire room was depressing and stagnant.
Feng Qingwu didn't pay attention, but used the disguise technique again to change his facial features, and then put away the formation disk on the table: "Okay, go to rest early, brother. "
"...Sister, you can sleep on the bed while I practice."
Jiang Zicheng took the initiative to get out of the bed.
Feng Qingwu did not refuse. Although according to her current body, she did not need sleep and could adjust her state through practice, but she was pretending to be a mortal now. Jiang Zicheng could practice, but she could not.
Furthermore... Jiang Zicheng may also need some meditation.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingwu lay directly on the bed, let his little white lie beside him, and then closed his eyes silently.
For a moment, the surroundings were completely quiet.
until--
"It has to do with my past."
"You will know when I get home."
Feng Qingwu closed her eyes and looked as if she was asleep, but after a moment, she softly said "hmm" and didn't ask any questions.
On the contrary, Mu Jiuke, who was lying aside, suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked at Jiang Zicheng, who was sitting by the window and was just in a daze, without practicing any cultivation. He thought silently in his heart: 'Jiang Zicheng's past...'
'This woman looks like a little lunatic. '
'However, I am still too soft-hearted. '
If Mu Jiuke had been used to it in ancient times, he would not have allowed his men to hide too many things - except for his emotional life, which he was not interested in, but if this affected his men's work.
Those who deserve to be killed must still be killed.
No opportunity for concealment or tact is given.
