Qingzhu Peak.

Ji Qianqian slowly opened her eyes, and then she saw Wang Wenguang. So, Ji Qianqian smiled, because she finally comprehended the artistic conception of a layer of tea.

Seeing Ji Qianqian's smile, Wang Wenguang said, "Succeeded?"

"Well, it worked. Ji Qianqian said with a smile, she didn't say thank you to Wang Wenguang, because she didn't need it.

"It's good if you succeed, and then your heart is finally over. Wang Wenguang said.

This matter is over, but another matter has not yet been concluded, that is, the relationship between her and Wang Wenguang that has not yet been finalized, but Ji Qianqian did not say it, because she was afraid that as soon as she said it, the relationship between her and Wang Wenguang would change and change in a bad direction, Ji Qianqian believed in her intuition.

"I just understood the artistic conception of tea, try my craft. Ji Qianqian smiled.

"Hmm. Wang Wenguang nodded.

The first time she used the artistic conception of tea, Ji Qianqian found that the so-called artistic conception of tea was actually really simple, so simple that Ji Qianqian didn't need extra thought to consider how to use it, it seemed that it had been completely integrated with herself, and in the process of making tea, the artistic conception of tea had been integrated into the tea with a moisturizing and silent attitude.

After a while, a pot of Lushan Yunwu tea was brewed.

Before pouring out the tea, just smelling the fragrance of tea in the air, Ji Qianqian knew that this pot of tea was obviously better than any of her previous ones.

So, Ji Qianqian couldn't wait to pour out two cups of tea, and then picked up one of them and blew it gently.

A large mountain shrouded in clouds and mist is clearly visible.

Then, Ji Qianqian inhaled lightly, and the clearly visible foggy mountain was sucked into her abdomen, and then she took a sip of tea.

Good tea.

Then, a trace of Ji Qianqian's untouched, very special feeling came to her heart.

Wang Wenguang also took a sip of tea at this time.

After a short while, Wang Wenguang said: "The artistic conception of tea really lives up to its name, just one layer can significantly improve the quality of tea, and the effect of meditation is also significantly enhanced." ”

"Well, it does. Ji Qianqian said happily.

It is common sense that the calmer the mind, the easier it is to enter the state of enlightenment.

While drinking tea, Ji Qianqian asked, "Wen Guang, what happened to those auras of Zixuan before?"

At this time, Ji Qianqian finally remembered Fang Zixuan, because she knew that the reason why she was able to comprehend the artistic conception of tea was definitely inseparable from Fang Zixuan's aura.

"You don't need to know, because now is not the time to say it, and you must not tell anyone about it, absolutely not, otherwise not only you, but even the boy and I will be killed because of this. Wang Wenguang said.

Ji Qianqian couldn't help but be surprised: "Wen, Wenguang, is this really so serious?"

"Can I help you comprehend the artistic conception of tea with high difficulty in one go, do you say it is serious?" Wang Wenguang said.

Serious, of course serious, Ji Qianqian finally reacted. The artistic conception of tea that he had worked so hard to pursue was so easy to comprehend, and the horror of Fang Zixuan's aura can be imagined. If other people knew about it, they would definitely arrest Fang Zixuan, and then ask him to help them comprehend the artistic conception or something. The artistic conception can help to comprehend, and the law goes without saying. In other words, with Fang Zixuan's trace of aura, the threshold of the Martial King was basically completely gone. You must know that even those big sects, big families, and even holy lands will never allow everyone to comprehend the law and become a martial king.

Thinking about it, Ji Qianqian couldn't help but feel a trace of fear, can she keep such a big secret? It's not that Ji Qianqian doesn't have confidence in herself, but because there are too many mysterious methods in this world, such as the one that Wang Wenguang used to let Lu Desheng have to answer all questions.

seemed to guess Ji Qianqian's idea, Wang Wenguang said: "You don't have to worry too much, I will protect you, as long as you don't take the initiative to say it, no one can force you." Even if one day it happens, this secret will definitely be buried in the soil at the same time as you and me. ”

As soon as she heard Wang Wenguang's words, Ji Qianqian suddenly looked at Wang Wenguang with wide eyes, because she heard the meaning of Wang Wenguang's words, if there was really that day, she and Wang Wenguang would die together. Dead people never speak, and no matter how powerful some people are, it is absolutely impossible for them to make dead people speak their own words.

Hey, no, since this secret on Fang Zixuan's body is so important, then why would Wang Wenguang still ask Fang Zixuan to help him? If Fang Zixuan didn't make a move, then there was absolutely no risk of this secret being exposed, but now, this risk was very great, because Ji Qianqian's strength was really average.

However, Ji Qianqian's heart suddenly swelled with an extremely strong emotion, because she knew why Wang Wenguang wanted to take such a big risk to help herself. At this moment, Ji Qianqian only felt that her previous worries were superfluous, even if Wang Wenguang really had an unknown past, but he definitely loved himself and loved himself with his own life, in this case, what else did he worry about?

Trust him, follow him, no matter what happens!

"Wen Guang. Ji Qianqian's eyes were hazy and she threw herself into Wang Wenguang's arms, and then said the three words that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

I love you!

"I love you too, Qianqian. Wang Wenguang said softly.

Then, the two stood up together, and then their lips met.

This time, Ji Qianqian's feelings are much stronger than ever.

After a long time, the lips of the two parted, but Ji Qianqian did not leave Wang Wenguang's arms.

It's dark.

It's dawn.

"Wen Guang, let's go see the sunrise. Ji Qianqian suddenly raised her head and looked at Wang Wenguangdao.

"Hmm. Wang Wenguang nodded.

The two then walked up to the top of Qingzhu Peak, and then stood side by side watching the sunrise in the east.

"This sunrise is so beautiful. Ji Qianqian said softly.

"Hmm. Wang Wenguang said.

"Wen Guang, you, will you still stay in Qingyunmen, right?" Ji Qianqian said.

Wang Wenguang did not answer immediately.

After a while, Wang Wenguang said: "Actually, I have one thing on my mind, but now is not the time for me to leave." Don't worry, if I want to leave Qingyunmen, I will definitely take you with me. I won't leave you behind. ”

"Well, as long as you don't leave me, no matter where you go, no matter what you do, I will definitely follow you. Ji Qianqian said.

"Qianqian. Wang Wenguang stretched out his hand to hug Ji Qianqian, and Ji Qianqian leaned her head on his shoulder.

After watching the sunrise, Wang Wenguang and Ji Qianqian returned to the front yard on the mountainside and sat down.

"That kid, they stayed in the door to wait for you, and now that you have comprehended the artistic conception of tea, then it is time for them to set off. Wang Wenguang said.