After hearing this answer, Feng Juanlang fell silent.
The meaning of Feng Qi's words was already clear, but he still didn't want to give up.
Yes, from all aspects, now is the best time for him to achieve his goal. It would be too risky to miss it.
Feng Qi is only sixteen years old, but he already has the ability to understand things. If calculated according to the top talents in ancient history, it only takes him three years to catch up with him.
Even if he can't, Feng Qi will definitely not be as easy to control as he is now. According to what that person said, Feng Qi, in addition to Wusheng Jianzang and Wuhen Jianmu, may even be accustomed to the supreme mental method of Zen Buddhism.
This is a monster.
In other words, if Feng Qi was not so talented, there might be no need for him to let Feng Qi succeed to the throne of Yanbei.
Now there's only one problem.
Does Feng Yang have the qualifications to let himself give up such an opportunity?
It turned out to be a multiple choice question.
What he agreed with was Feng Qi's words to take a closer look at Feng Yang.
If he refused, Feng Qi wouldn't give in so easily. Could he really kill him?
And once you accept it... you prove that you believe this.
Originally I was thinking of Jin Chang Pass.
or more?
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that he had been shaken unconsciously. Feng Juanlang smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The news that the second young master has worshiped Daomingguan is known to the whole world, how can he be willing to inherit the throne of Yanbei?"
After a pause, he continued: "Even if he is willing, His Majesty will not agree."
When children from aristocratic families join the sect to practice, the first thing they guarantee is that they will no longer be too involved in the world.
Human beings are not grass and trees, so this law is naturally fart.
But since it is an order, all actions that violate this order cannot be put on the table. From the moment Feng Yang became the master of the temple, he was already insulated from the throne of Yanbei.
In other words, it is inevitable that the throne will fall.
Feng Qi smiled and said, "First of all, he cares more about Yan Bei than me."
After a pause, he continued: "Secondly, if he must use the title of King of Yanbei to lead Yanbei, how can he support my evaluation of him?"
Fengjuanlang said: "If the name is not correct, the words will not be correct."
Duguzhe continued: "If you don't follow your words, it will be difficult to achieve anything."
Feng Qi glanced at Dugu Zhe and thought that if his words were not followed, things would be difficult to achieve. How could the divine dynasty be named Dugu?
He thought so, but he didn't say it. Instead, he looked at Fengjuanlang and said, "My second brother once said that where there is a will, there is a way."
After a pause, he continued: "I deeply agree."
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Feng Juanlang dragged the spear and left here.
The road ahead for him should not be easy.
In the past, he only had to face the divine dynasty, but now he also had to face another cult.
Feng Qi didn't believe that the people of Weeping Blood Pavilion were willing to be treated like this. He thought that there would be Zhan Xingchen coming out, so he had to kill them with one strike.
But he didn't care about this matter, even if Feng Juanlang was his second uncle.
In the final analysis, the reason why he dared to talk about the kindness of the Feng Muyun woman was that he had no relevant concepts at all.
He only acts with reason.
Since then, Fengjuanlang has no killers blocking his way. I think the strength of Qixue Pavilion in Jizhou is nothing more than this.
That's right, after the old emperor entered Xu Hai, the Weeping Blood Pavilion was almost abandoned. Coupled with the several sieges by the Zhengdao Sect and Kunlun's persistence for a hundred years, the Weeping Blood Pavilion's influence and influence in the entire divine dynasty The strength is not as good as before.
Even if that person became the master of the Weeping Blood Pavilion, it would be impossible for him to recover so quickly.
The road back to the inn was a mess.
The four private guesthouses collapsed a lot, and the stones chopped up by the sword's will turned into powder in the collision of stars, and fell into the water into a gray mess.
The rain has lightened up a lot, and the sky is starting to turn white slightly.
The posthouse is located in ruins. There are cracks or holes in the walls. It looks very miserable.
Feng Qi didn't see Murong Xue's shadow.
A flash of red appeared in the mess on the ground.
A girl wearing a red umbrella and a red skirt came into view.
That face is very familiar.
Even though he was not wearing any makeup, Feng Qi could still recognize him at a glance.
The Saint of Honglin Pavilion!
Why here?
Before Feng Qi could think about it, he saw a rich and handsome nobleman standing next to the saint. Judging from his clothes, he was probably a nobleman from an aristocratic family, and he was probably a nobleman from Wuyang.
What did he want to say.
There is wind blowing beside me.
Duguzhe passed him and walked towards the saint.
Feng Qi became more and more puzzled, thinking to himself, are you really not afraid of assassins?
How irresponsible!
The next moment, he saw Duguzhe touching the girl's head naturally, and the girl also rubbed it obediently.
"make you worry."
"I'm okay, but Brother Qingyun has been waiting here for a long time..."
Duguzhe looked at Murong Qingyun and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he swallowed it back.
"Of course His Highness should blame himself, but I am not here to hold His Highness accountable."
Hearing this, Feng Qi raised his eyebrows.
In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land, and on the shore of the land, there is nothing but the king's ministers.
Should I hold you accountable?
How outrageous?
Unexpectedly, Duguzhe was not angry at all, but explained patiently: "It was my negligence, otherwise Elder Murong would not have suffered this misfortune."
Murong Qingyun's face was livid, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Dugu Zhe, he walked away.
Feng Qi has not come back to his senses yet.
Murong Qingyun's identity is not difficult to guess. He reacted when the Saint of Honglin Pavilion said the four words "brother Qingyun". He did not speak, firstly because he did not want to overstep, and secondly because he did not care about this person. Do not care.
But the Saint of Honglin Pavilion... shouldn't be.
Why can they know each other?
There is no doubt that this is the first time a saint has been born since Honglin Pavilion retired to seclusion.
When retreating to seclusion, outsiders are not allowed. Even the royal family cannot enter without permission. After all, the future God-Emperor is not yet the God-Emperor.
Why?
Feng Qi suddenly thought of a possibility and was a little surprised, "This is... the tenth princess?"
Dugu Zhe replied with a smile: "Yes, she is Princess Luoxi, Dugu Ling'er."
After a pause, he continued: "I heard that the Crown Prince wants to be the Prince Consort?"
Feng Qi rarely spoke, even though it was rude.
Dugu Ling'er hid behind Dugu Zhe and looked at Feng Qi, smiling like a little fox.
Feng Qi sighed and wondered: "Why would the tenth princess..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dugu Ling'er interrupted him, "I have heard about Yanbei Crown Prince's demeanor for a long time, and I thought he must be rich, handsome, heroic, and mighty, but I never thought he would turn out to be an unworthy disciple."
In such an occasion, speaking such words as the Crown Prince of Yanbei would indeed have some impact on Dugu Ling'er, but it would not damage his reputation.
The person who can impress Prince Yanbei must be honored.
That's something else. Feng Qi may be suspected of being a traitor.
For example, when they met for the first time, they only exchanged a few words, then they stripped the person naked and touched them.
Feng Qi blinked, feeling that he couldn't handle the words.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Dugu Ling'er snorted lightly and stopped pestering him.
Dugu Zhe looked at Feng Qi and then at Dugu Ling'er, and similar questions to Feng Qi's arose in his mind.
More importantly, as the elder brother, he was keenly aware of the unusualness of his sister.
Something didn't feel right.
This kind of something was wrong turned into disbelief when he saw Feng Qi's forced calmness.
He looked at Feng Qi and asked, "You don't really want to be my brother-in-law, do you?"
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