"When will you leave this time?"

Huang Qingyue wiped her eyes, crying slightly red, stopped her sadness, and asked quickly, afraid that Chen Xia would disappear suddenly, so she would not take her with her.

Chen Xia put down his hands with his head and placed his hands on his knees. He looked a little casual and chuckled.

"I didn't plan to leave when I came back this time, so I was going to practice in the imperial city."

Huang Qingyue was stunned, then twitched Yao's nose, and asked again with unstoppable joy in her tone.

"Is it really not leaving?"

Chen Xia nodded with a smile, "I am already annoyed and there is no good place to go. It's better to stay in the imperial city and practice quietly."

"Okay, okay." Huang Qingyue's mouth raised and she said three good words in a row. Obviously, she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart, and a foolish smile appeared on her face.

Chen Xia stood up, pinched her chin with one hand, looked at Huang Qingyue in the goose yellow skirt, thought for a moment, and smiled.

"It seems that you have not changed much."

Huang Qingyue chuckled and said shyly, "No, if it is calculated based on the lifespan of a normal person, they will be old women."

Chen Xia shook his head, "Based on the lifespan of the monk, you are just a little girl."

"Hehe." Huang Qingyue laughed again, and said with her hands behind her buttocks on her back, and she lit her head.

"Hope so."

Chen Xia jumped off the wall and nodded affirmatively, "That's how it is."

Huang Qingyue’s lifespan is less than a hundred years old now, and she can indeed be regarded as a little girl among the monks with a long life span.

After all, the old immortal who had just built a foundation has lived for more than two hundred years.

Thinking of this, Chen Xia asked curiously again: "How much have I left for you to practice "Xuanhun Dao Chapter"?"

Huang Qingyue scratched her pretty face and replied embarrassedly: "I have only condensed fifty mystical air, and I haven't written a chapter yet."

Fifty strokes?

Chen Xia was a little surprised. He relied on his cultivation to only condense thirty strokes of mysterious energy. Huang Qingyue started practicing from scratch and now can condense fifty strokes.

It can be seen that Huang Qingyue has a good talent.

When Huang Qingyue saw that Chen Xia was not speaking, she was nervous and grabbed the corner of her clothes with her other hand and stammered.

"But... maybe I'm too stupid, I always have poor understanding, my progress in my practice is slow, and my current strength is not strong..."

Speaking of this, Huang Qingyue gradually started to whisper, pursed her lips and said depressedly.

"Am I useless?"

Chen Xia was stunned and didn't know how to reply. After a moment of ease, he shook his head and said.

"It's okay, at least you're a good person."

Huang Qingyue curled her mouth and replied unwillingly.

"The same to you."

"Thank you." Chen Xia nodded politely and smiled: "I am indeed a good person."

Huang Qingyue rolled her eyes and said nothing.

The two of them began to face the small eyes with big eyes.

Chen Xia discovered that Huang Qingyue's realm was not high, but her appearance did not change much, which means that Huang Qingyue's life span was very long, starting at least two hundred years.

The realm is not high and the life span is very long.

This is a little strange.

Chen Xia thought for a while and felt that it should be the effect of "Xuanhun Dao Chapter".

Some practices can not only strengthen their strength, but also increase their life span. Even the mortal skills of the heroes of the martial arts world have such effects.

Therefore, Huang Qingyue probably increased her lifespan because she practiced the "Xuanhun Dao Chapter".

Thinking of this, Chen Xia had to sigh that some practices can live longer after practicing, while some practices can lead to short life.

The "Big Turtle Breathing Technique" he practices now is the best example.

That is, Chen Xia, the wrong person, encountered the wrong technique of "The Big Turtle Breathing Technique", so it became extremely rare.

Negative and negative are positive.

"Xuanhun Dao Chapter" is the correct method of cultivator practice, so Chen Xia, the wrong person, is a bit slow to practice.

The weather in early spring is great, the warm sun is early, and the sky is hanging high.

Huang Qingyue kept smiling today, following Chen Xia, and didn't talk much, just following with a smile.

This scared the eunuchs in the imperial city. How could Yue Ji, who has such a high status, follow this young man with a happy look on her face?

These eunuchs only entered the palace two years ago, and are the younger generation.

Although Chen Xia is famous all over the world, he will be a person from 50 or 60 years ago when he counts it carefully.

Even though his portraits are still circulating all over the world, the portraits are not very similar five or sixty years ago, and now they are even less similar.

So the young eunuchs didn't know Chen Xia, but looking at Yue Ji's happy look, they didn't dare to make random guesses, so they only dared to glance away from a distance.

"What are you looking at? They are sneaky!" A shout sounded.

The eunuchs were in a daze, and quickly lowered their heads and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, Prince Yue Ji is entertaining guests, let's take a look."

"Guest?" The prince frowned, and he really couldn't imagine anyone who could be the guest of Lord Yue Ji.

Yue Ji is an existence that even his father can only treat him respectfully.

So the prince also started to fight and his expression became more and more confused.

A young man?

And he looks younger than him, at most twenty-five or six years old.

Can a young man make Yue Ji so happy?

Could it be that it was Lord Yue Ji's relationship?

But for so many years he has been in the imperial city, he has never heard of Lord Yue Ji having contacted other men in this way. At most, he just has a few plain words that are not painful.

What does this man exist?

The prince's mind was spinning wildly. After a moment, he suddenly widened his pupils and thought of an idea that he thought was incredible to him.

National Master... National Master?!

This horrifying thought collapsed from his mind and became increasingly unexplained, becoming more and more profound, and felt more and more correct.

So much so that the prince's body was trembling.

What does National Normal University exist?

Even his father and the emperor of the Song Dynasty had to try their best to please the great man!

And he was also the adopted father of his father, but in terms of generations, it must be his grandfather.

The prince still remembers that when he was majestic and arrogant, his expression was quite proud when he said that the National Master was his adoptive father.

It seems that it is a great honor for him, the king of a country, to recognize the master as his adoptive father.

Moreover, his father also specifically reminded him that if he succeeds to the throne in the future and is lucky enough to meet the National Normal University, he should try his best to please the National Normal University.

When the prince thought of this, he became even more excited and wanted to tell his father immediately, but he paused and frowned slightly.

If he told his father now, he might not have the chance to talk to the National Master again.

So the prince hesitated for a moment, and his expression immediately became firm. He wanted to talk to Chen Xia first, at least try to recognize his familiarity.

"You guys go back and don't stay here."

He waved his hand to disperse the eunuchs around him, then tidied up his clothes, suppressed his nervousness, took a breath, and walked towards Chen Xia with a respectful expression.

When the prince took the first step.

Chen Xia felt it, but he didn't care much and continued to chat with Huang Qingyue in a casual manner.

When the prince was still thirty steps away from Chen Xia, he did not dare to walk anymore. He stopped in place, clasped his fists and shouted respectfully.

"Boy Song Nan, I have met the National Master!"

Chen Xia didn't look at him, but just asked casually, "Can you guessed it?"

The prince did not dare to look up at Chen Xia and replied sincerely: "I saw Lord Yue Ji so happy that I had this guess. I dared to come over to meet the National Master!"

"What if you guessed wrong?" Chen Xia asked with a chuckling, but still didn't turn to look at the prince.

The prince hurriedly responded, "If it were speculation just now, the kid would be sure now!"

After all, only the real master of the National Master can be so calm at this time.

"Yeah." Chen Xia nodded, "Then you really guessed it right."

The prince exhaled, looked up slightly, and continued: "I often heard my father mention the National Master. Now I see the real person. I am surprised and excited to come up to disturb me."
To be continued...