The Villain in Women's Clothing: Son Of Luck Seek Revenge at the Start!

Chapter 471: After infiltrating the mask! (Kneeling and begging to subscribe)

Once the Sword Technique was performed again, Qin Zheng let out a long sigh of relief.

Even if he has practiced a few times, he has already had a first glimpse of this Xuanji Sword Technique, and he does not have any proud thoughts.

Compared with the light-lifting when Shizun performed Sword Technique just now, he is still far behind.

He looked down at the sword he just got from his master.

Qin Zheng's expression was slightly condensed.

He vaguely felt that the master seemed to have very high expectations for him.

Just like what I said yesterday, let him turn over completely, take back everything that should belong to him, and even control the Qin country!

Perhaps, this is not the casual remark of the master, but really wants him to do this.

Otherwise, why let him study the book of tactics like "Warring States Policy"?

Living in dire straits and precarious days every day, Qin Zheng's mind is much higher than that of his peers.

He thought he was telling the truth, but he couldn't guess the specific thoughts of the master.

010 If he really can grow to the point of subverting his own country one day, he will respect his master and respect her for sure.

But what exactly does Master want to get, what do you want to get from it? He doesn't know anything about it.

Is it because in this way, you can have the power behind the support of her country?

Qin Zheng thought to himself.

After all, the strength gap between the dynasty and the dynasty is not generally large.

It is very likely that Master can do something that sacrifices his own safety and also protects the people of a country.

The breeze was blowing, taking away some of the sweltering summer heat, and at the same time making the young man regain his senses.

Shaking his head, Qin Zheng cleared out the messy thoughts in his mind.

He felt that the Master had no ill will towards him.

And with his previous tragic situation, there is nothing worth calculating (ahbe) value.

There was a hint of determination in the dark eyes.

In any case, the Master's benefits of own are by no means fake, and even if he really has other purposes, he recognizes it.

Without her, he would have died directly in the hands of those princes.

Qin Zheng picked up the long sword again, put on a good posture, and prepared to practice Sword Technique again.

But before the first sword was pierced, a clear and pleasant voice was heard.

"Okay, let's take a rest.

Qin Zheng froze and turned to look.

I don't know when, the door of the room has been opened, the pure posture is standing against the frame, and a pair of graceful eyes are staring at him with a light smile.

"Master, I'm not tired yet, I want to practice a few more times." Qin Zheng shied away.

He has been waiting for so many years to finally be able to practice. His enthusiasm is not so high, and his motivation is endless!

Yesterday, he didn't sleep all night and was practicing non-stop, otherwise he wouldn't be able to break through to the Body Tempering Second Stage so quickly.

Hearing this, Feng Qingran shook his head slightly and said unhurriedly: "Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, and the same is true of cultivation. Sometimes too hasty may have the opposite effect."5

Walking with a gait, the slender long legs are outlined in a hazy appearance by the skirt, and they have their own style.

If an ordinary man saw it, he would definitely not be able to look away.

Walking in front of Qin Zheng, he looked up and down.

Finally, his eyes fell on Qin Zhengjunxiu's face.

Taking out a handkerchief from the storage ring, Feng Qingran stretched out his jade hand to wipe the boy's sweaty forehead lightly.

His eyes narrowed into beautiful arcs, and his breath was like blue.

"You're sweating, aren't you tired?"

The fingertips as cool as cold jade 'inadvertently' swiped across the boy's forehead. For a moment, Qin Zheng felt as if he had been electrocuted. He shivered all over, and quickly retreated a few steps.

Seeing this, Feng Qingran's mouth evoked a playful arc, pretending to be puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Qin Zheng shook his head vigorously and stammered: "No, nothing, Master, I, I'm still, I'm not tired!

The boy's eyes dodged, as if he had done something wrong and had a guilty conscience.

Qin Zheng only felt that his heart was pounding and his cheeks were a little hot.

But he doesn't know why?

tsk tsk.

What an ignorant teenager!

Seeing the blush on the pale face of the young man, Feng Qingran's eyes flashed with a trace of teasing.

In his view, unless he is the kind of person who has no heart at all, no matter how indifferent he is, it is just a mask after all!

It only needs to penetrate into the mask unknowingly, and the victory has already been established.

Without the slightest embarrassment of being avoided, Feng Qingran retracted his hand smoothly and said softly, "It's noon, let's eat first."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, he turned around and walked into the house.

Looking at the tall and colorful figure, Qin Zhengjian choked back in his heart when he continued to refute.

Follow silently.