"It is impossible to say that I have no regrets."
"But people should always look forward. Whether to give up or not is just a matter of a thought."
"I have limited cultivation and am not proficient in Confucianism and Taoism. If I trap Lu Yong by my side, it will actually harm him."
In fact, He Pingan's inner thoughts were not spoken out.
He is not a great saint, and he gives away the talents he has built for a long time to others.
The main reason is that when Zizhu layman is about to expire, he will definitely regard Lu Yong as his successor and teach him with all his heart...
And Lu Yong will definitely not stay away from him because of Liu Ruoxiang.
Hearing this, Wang Yifang couldn't help but cup his hands and said: "Brother He is so open-minded, I admire you."
Then he sighed quietly, seeming to be even more depressed.
"Brother Wang looks unhappy and seems to be depressed. Why don't you tell me and let me help you."
He Ping'an explained, feeling a little strange in his heart. He had noticed that Princess Yifang was a little depressed in Lichun Courtyard before.
Who would have thought that after the exam results were released today, he seemed to be even more depressed after getting second place in the exam.
"Brother He, I have a question that I just want to ask you."
Wang Yifang suddenly looked at He Pingan's face with burning eyes, and there seemed to be light shining in his eyes.
"Brother Wang, feel free to ask, I will tell you everything you know."
He Pingan was a little embarrassed by her gaze and avoided her eyes and said.
I don’t have flowers on my face, why are you watching me so closely? I’ll give you freshly squeezed peanut milk in a few days.
"From ancient times to the present, it has been mentioned that women in the world must abide by the orders of their parents and the words of their matchmakers?"
"Is it true that women are inherently inferior to men and can only become men's vassals?"
Wang Yifang drank some wine in the small building. At this time, his tone of voice was bold and unrestrained, which went beyond ordinary logic.
It seems that he wants to break through the invisible but ubiquitous spiritual shackles of feudal society.
"Of course not. According to the book I am reading below, in a world called China, women there can fall in love freely and do not have to obey their parents' opinions."
"There, women can also have their own ideals and careers."
He Pingan said slowly, and then added heavily: "Of course, a man can still have three wives and four concubines!"
"China..."
“What a great place!”
Wang Yifang heard the words and said foolishly, yearning for it.
Then he leaned forward, and a melodious song suddenly sounded on the deserted street.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
Dancing clear shadow, like in the world. "
This word was chanted once by He Ping'an in front of Yang Qing when he was killing the ghost cultivator, and then passed on by this fellow.
After being adapted by Xuanyang City Song and Dance Studio, it became a hit in Daxuan and became a song that everyone can hum a few lines of.
At this time, the bright moon hung high in the night sky.
The bright moonlight fell on the wide street, and Wang Yifang was like a lively elf, dancing in the moonlight.
Rotating and jumping, the dance is elegant and light, and the long hair like a waterfall falls from the turban.
The white Confucian shirt can't cover up her graceful figure at all, which makes people think endlessly.
Especially those two long legs, which are straight and slender, making the dance even more elegant and agile, and charming.
After a while, the singing disappeared and the dancing stopped.
On the empty street, Wang Yifang's breathy voice came: "Brother He, how about my singing and dancing?"
He Ping'an seemed to be still in Wang Yifang's amazing singing and dancing. After a long time, he clapped his hands and praised: "It's wonderful and dizzying."
"Peace, do you like it?"
Wang Yifang's eyes suddenly burst out with astonishing energy. His big bright eyes stared at He Pingan, his cheeks were slightly red, and he was indescribably charming.
"well......"
After a long silence, He Pingan sighed, lowered his head and said, "It's getting late, I'll take Brother Wang home."
At this point, how could he not understand Wang Yifang's hint.
During the dance just now, Wang Yifang had already exposed his long hair, and Yi Rong's Adam's apple had also been thrown away.
Any normal person would be able to tell that she is a girl.
Maybe as long as he says he likes her now, he can take Princess Yifang home.
However, if he wants to kill Emperor Jiaming in the future, he cannot get too entangled with her.
When masters compete with each other, any hesitation can lead to catastrophe.
Moreover, he felt a sense of peeping at this moment, as if someone was watching here.
Therefore, he could only decline politely.
"good......"
Gu Lao
The light in Wang Yifang's eyes suddenly disappeared, his eyes were dim, and he walked forward in despair.
He Pingan followed her closely, sighing slightly and saying nothing.
Just as he walked out of the street, a graceful figure flashed in front of him.
It was Xiao Ru, the fake man who had followed Wang Yifang to Lichun Courtyard before.
"Sir, did he bully you?"
When Xiao Ru saw Wang Yifang's disheveled hair, he immediately turned his head and glared at He Ping'an. The power of the fourth-level martial arts was overwhelming, and his momentum was astonishing.
He Pingan's expression remained as usual, and he quietly took two steps back, dispelling the power without leaving a trace.
"It's okay, it has nothing to do with him."
Wang Yifang shook his head, his black hair dancing wildly, and continued walking forward numbly.
Seeing that Wang Yifang was not in a good mood, Xiaoru glared at He Ping'an fiercely, and then quickly followed him.
"well......"
He Pingan sighed, turned and left.
"He Pingan, do you remember the story you told me before?"
Wang Yifang walked a few steps, suddenly turned his head, looked at He Pingan's back and asked.
"Um?"
He Pingan turned around and looked at Wang Yifang with a sad expression in confusion.
"The man I love is a great hero. One day he will come to marry me on the colorful clouds..."
Wang Yifang said foolishly, leaving behind a meaningless sentence, then turned around resolutely, strode away with Xiao Ru, and never looked back.
He Pingan stood there, watching the two figures go away, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the Immortal Caotang.
...
On the street leading to the imperial city, two graceful figures walked side by side, bathed in starlight.
"Princess, have you told him?"
Xiaoru asked.
She had been waiting for Wang Yifang in Zizhuyuan, and after receiving her message, she had been waiting outside the street.
"said."
Wang Yifang said weakly.
"How did he say?"
Seeing Wang Yifang's expression, Xiaoru had already guessed a little bit, but still wanted an accurate answer.
Wang Yifang shook his head and said nothing.
She is a proud person and will not ask for help from others. The question after the dance just now made her blush.
In her opinion, this kind of thing cannot be explained too clearly.
Xiao Ru was the kind of stubborn person who would not give up until he reached the Yellow River. After continuous questioning, Wang Yifang finally told him what happened on the road.
"Maybe I was too hasty..."
Wang Yifang sighed.
When she first saw He Ping'an in Li Chun Yuan, she just felt that he was different from ordinary people. He drank alone and looked different.
In subsequent interactions, she discovered that although He Ping'an was just a martial artist, he was well-informed and had extraordinary conversation.
Especially for some major world events, they have their own unique insights.
It made her have some affection and appreciation for this person.
But as she arranged for someone to investigate He Ping'an, she discovered that she had heard that this man opened an Immortal Cao Hall, tasted all kinds of herbs from all over the world, and compiled Shen Nong's Classic of Herbs.
She couldn't help but admire her for not seeking any personal gain, just for the benefit of the people.
She, Wang Yifang, believed that she would never lose to others, but she was deeply impressed by He Ping'an in terms of vision, conversation, and state of mind.
If these were not enough, today, she discovered that Lu Yong, who defeated her in the competition, was actually He Pingan's disciple.
It made her feel even more that this man was simply unfathomable.
As a result, He Pingan handed over the promising Lu Yong to Zizhu layman. Such a grand move made Wang Yifang no longer able to conceal his good impression of He Pingan.
But these were not enough for her to confide in He Pingan so early.
But she really couldn't wait any longer...
"Princess, how can you say that?"
"It's not easy to meet a man you like. If you don't explain the matter clearly, how will he know that you have no retreat at this time..."
Xiaoru stamped his feet and complained.
Originally, according to their discussion, if He Ping An agreed, by the time the two of them were ready, everything would be a done deal, and no matter who it was, they would not be able to change this fact.
"No, I have to go find him and explain it clearly..."
The more Xiao Ru thought about it, the more she felt that Wang Yifang had missed the opportunity to escape from the prison in vain and was about to turn around and chase He Ping'an.
"Xiao Ru, forget it."
Wang Yifang took her hand and said slowly: "Maybe we are destined but not destined..."
After saying that, he pulled Xiaoru towards the palace. The bright moonlight shone on the two of them, stretching their figures very, very long...
