"You all listen to me, I just say, don't fight."
Li Qing flew down with her sleeves, and the Sword God and the Sword Master called a truce.
"I understand." Ximen Chuixue knelt down as he watched Li Qing mysteriously tell him that as long as he met one of her conditions, she would let him learn peerless martial arts. "Master, please be my disciple."
"?!"
In three words, let the Sword God recognize me as his master.
"You know, Ah Fei," Li Qing looked solemn as she looked at Ah Fei who was trapped in love, "Do you know how to become as skilled in swordsmanship as the Sword God?"
"?" A Fei asked.
"Remember one thing, my child." Li Qing said with a kind face, "If you don't have a woman in your heart, you will be a god of nature when you draw your sword. A woman will only affect the speed of your sword swing."
"?" The question mark on A Fei's head became even bigger.
But it seems... It makes some sense??
"Disciple, color is emptiness, emptiness is color." Looking at Duan Yu, who was still swaying his tail today and trying to lick his master with his eyes, Li Qing's head felt very big. "In today's world, women are very bad!"
"As long as you have a mother like Zhang Wuji... Forget it, Zhang Wuji is not a good person, so be it." Looking at the Dali prince who listened in one ear and didn't listen at all, Li Qing gave up directly.
Zhang Sanfeng patted her on the shoulder and lamented that he was not as good as her. All the students he taught were upright and Miaohong, unlike his three thousand disciples, each of whom failed to live up to the expectations.
Li Qing scratched her head and thought to herself, if all your disciples were like my disciples, they wouldn't need to be taught to succeed.
Row: No CP and no emotional orientation. The heroine looks cool and elegant but actually complains about being a slave. Including other supporting roles, Lalang does not include the protagonist
Purpose: When three people are together, there must be one who can teach me.