Liu Yue'e had a look of astonishment on her face. Even when Yang Qing's cultivation level was the same as hers, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
Now that his cultivation level is lower than his own, he still dares to be so rampant?
"Yang Qing, have you rebelled today?"
I saw her with her hands on her hips and her willow eyebrows standing upside down, and she wanted to stand up and teach Yang Qing a lesson.
"Liu Yue'e, if you dare to be presumptuous in front of the Martial Saint, don't blame me for acting like a husband!"
At this time, Yang Qing's face darkened, and the wolf-hair pen flashed in his hand. Haoran's righteousness was turbulent, which was a sign that he would take action if he disagreed.
"Yang Qing, do you really want to fight me?"
Liu Yue'e's expression changed. Since the two got married, except for the first few years, Yang Qing had resisted. In the past few decades, Yang Qing has never been so bold.
"So what if you do it!"
Yang Qing's face was ashen and his attitude was firm.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuah...Yang Qing, you heartless one!"
Seeing that Yang Qing refused to give in, Liu Yue'e suddenly resorted to the common tricks common among folk women and acted coquettishly.
With Wu Sheng here, she didn't dare to really take action against Yang Qing. Once her strength failed to be used, she would lose her biggest support.
This coquettish act made Yang Qing's somewhat tough attitude soften immediately.
After all, he had never seen a wife who had been strong all her life cry so hard that it made people feel sorry for her.
"Okay, stop crying!"
Yang Qing frowned and advised: "Don't disturb Senior Martial Saint's Qing Xiu, or we will be blamed when the time comes."
Strangely enough, Liu Yue'e, who usually didn't listen to him at all, nodded repeatedly, wiped the tears from her face, and became gentle and virtuous.
It turns out that this is what it feels like for a man to be strong...
Yang Qing looked at Liu Yuee's slight changes, and suddenly felt extremely proud in his heart.
"call......"
At this moment, the sloppy old man lying under the tree stretched, yawned deeply, and slowly sat up.
"Juniors Yang Qing and Liu Yue'e pay their respects to Senior Martial Saint."
Yang Qing and the others quickly prostrated themselves again.
"Hey, it's you two little guys, what are you doing here?"
He Pingan looked at Yang Qing and chuckled.
Of course he knew that the two of them had been here for a long time, and they were deliberately trying to embarrass Yang Qing. They dared to leave him and Han Li in Xuanyang and run out to be happy alone.
Unexpectedly, Yang Qing mastered the method of reviving Hugang.
It's really a blessing in disguise. How could I know it was a blessing?
"Seeing the senior taking a nap here, the junior will stay by the senior's side to prevent Xiaoxiao from plotting against him."
In front of the sloppy old Taoist, Yang Qing changed his venomous tongue and became extremely respectful.
But I thought to myself, you old thief, what are you pretending to be?
Great Martial Saint, you still don’t know what I’m doing here?
"Hey, I have already broken through the third level of Confucianism and Taoism."
He Ping'an said with a smile.
"I would also like to thank senior for the opportunity."
Yang Qing quickly thanked him again and was helped up by He Pingan with his sleeves.
"Is this next to you your wife?"
He Ping'an looked at Liu Yue'e next to Yang Qing. She looked about forty years old, plump and beautiful, yet dignified.
That day at Li Chun Yuan, I only had a glimpse, but now it seems that Lao Yang Yanfu is quite good.
"It is Liu Yue'e, the junior's wife. Yue'e has not met the senior Martial Saint yet."
Yang Qing showed his masculinity at this time. With the Martial Saint here, he was not afraid that Liu Yue'e would dare to make mistakes.
"Junior Liu Yue'e, pay your respects to the Martial Saint."
Liu Yue'e glared at Yang Qing fiercely, and then gave He Ping'an a slight blessing.
"Well, yes, he is a good young man with good martial arts skills."
He Pingan glanced at Liu Yue'e, nodded, and then said with a smile: "I am in a good mood today, so I will give you a ray of true energy. How much you can learn from it depends on your ability."
After saying that, he pointed his finger and a golden light flashed in his hand. At this moment, Yang Qing flashed and suddenly stood in front of Liu Yue'e.
"Well, Senior Martial Saint, can you give this opportunity to this junior?"
Yang Qing smiled awkwardly without being polite, for fear that He Pingan would give this ray of true energy to Liu Yue'e.
He Pingan rolled his eyes and knew what Yang Qing was thinking.
This guy is afraid that he will set up a restriction in the true essence like last time.
It's okay if the man doesn't do it, but if the woman is cold...
If Liu Yue'e doesn't break through to the first level, Yang Qing will lose his "happiness"...
And after her cultivation level improved, Liu Yue'e would definitely monitor Yang Qing even more strictly.
Yang Qing is definitely not willing.
"You, I just gave it last time, but not this time."
He Ping'an waved his sleeves, his true energy rolled, and swept Yang Qing aside.
With a happy face on her face, Liu Yue'e walked forward with gentle steps, not forgetting to look back and glare at Yang Qing.
The meaning in his eyes is very clear, if you dare to come here again to prevent me from getting the opportunity, I will be careful to go back and deal with you.
With a smile on his face, He Ping'an pointed out, and a stream of eighty-nine mystical skills fell into Liu Yue'e's body.
If Liu Yue'e can refine the true energy of this eighty-nine mysterious skills, it will be just around the corner to upgrade her cultivation level to the first level.
However, there are no restrictions in this true essence. The most it can do is make Liu Yue'e feel irritable several times...
Yang Qing's mouth was filled with bitterness, but he did not dare to stop him. He could only watch Liu Yue'e smile as she took the true essence into her body and slowly refined it.
I can already imagine the hard days I will have in the future.
"Okay, don't feel bad. Your cultivation has been stagnant because of the aging of your body."
"Now that your cultivation has broken through to the third level, and your physical body has regained its youth, even if I give you magic power, you still can't break through to the second level of Confucianism."
"Practice in Confucianism and Taoism is more about understanding. If you have enough understanding, your cultivation will naturally make rapid progress."
He Ping'an said slowly that if he transferred his magic power to Yang Qing, although he could force his cultivation to the second level of Confucianism, he would only achieve this.
In Confucianism and Taoism, what is more important is enlightenment.
"Junior understands!"
Yang Qing nodded, he naturally understood this truth, but when he thought that Liu Yue'e would break through to the first level of martial arts after refining the true essence, he felt anxious.
"That's all, I'll give you a poem, go back and realize yourself!"
"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars."
"..."
He Ping'an spoke slowly, word by word, in a low voice, but it all struck into Yang Qing's heart.
Yang Qing knew that the martial saint in front of him was extraordinary and could not be looked down upon by ordinary martial artists. Even if he was a Confucianist and Taoist, he should have quite a lot of attainments, otherwise he would not be able to compose the poem he read before leaving that time.
But this time, he was shocked again.
When I first heard it, I didn't feel anything unusual about this poem, but the more I listened, the more frightened and moved I became.
Even the soul seems to resonate with this poem.
This is the charm of words, and even more so, the charm of good poetry.
When He Ping'an read these good poems in his previous life, he would also have a feeling of hair standing on end and his whole body trembling, as if his soul had been touched.
Yang Qing studied poetry and books diligently, and if he could cultivate to the third level of Confucianism, he was definitely not a loser, so he could naturally feel the uniqueness of this poem.
Even Liu Yue'e on the side, although she didn't understand, seemed to feel the extraordinaryness of this poem, and stood quietly aside.
"It's time to see what's going on, and let's see the pictures one by one..."
Ten breaths later, the poem was not finished yet, but He Pingan's voice suddenly stopped.
"Senior, what's behind? Are there any more behind?"
Yang Qing's face was red at this time, his breathing was rapid, and he kept urging.
"Later...well, Pindao hasn't thought about it yet. I'll let you know when I do."
He Pingan's face was calm, and he seemed to be doing it casually.
In fact, he knew in his heart that time passed too long and he forgot what happened next...
"Thank you, senior. I wonder what the name of this poem is?"
Yang Qing is thirsty for knowledge.
"Let's call it Zhengqi Song. How about it?"
He Pingan touched his nose and said.
"Songs of righteousness...songs of righteousness...sings of righteousness are good!"
"The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds..."
Yang Qing's face was filled with ecstasy and his appearance was crazy. Just after reading these few lines of poetry, the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body seemed to be summoned by something and kept surging.
In a short period of time, his cultivation level has improved a lot. If he can thoroughly understand this poem, he believes that his cultivation level can reach the second level of Confucianism.
"Okay, let's just say goodbye."
He Pingan's figure was like golden lightning, flying towards the sky.
He came here to wait for Yang Qing just by chance.
There was something else in Mian County, Hanning County that he needed to collect.
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