She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Master, don't talk nonsense!"

"I've just grown up and learned that I can't continue to be lazy."

Song Chufeng's face turned red instantly after her little thoughts were exposed, and she said coquettishly.

"Hahaha, it's like if a teacher doesn't expose your little thoughts, others won't be able to tell."

A kind smile appeared on Changkong Qing's face, and his eyes stared at Chen Ping'an and Song Chufeng very gently.

As the head of the Qingluan Sect, Changkong Qing has never married and has no children. He even has only one official disciple, Song Chufeng.

Therefore, Changkong Qing had already regarded Zangshuang as her own child a long time ago. Now she sees that her child has met a good man, and under the influence of this man, she has gradually put away the little girl's temperament and matured. , and couldn’t hide his smile.

"Future son-in-law, if you don't have any special arrangements, you should stay in Qingluan Sect during this period."

"As one of the three major sects, the Qingluan Sect is among the best in terms of martial arts and swordsmanship. In addition, although the Song family's foundation is not as deep as that of the Qingluan Sect, it should be of some help to you. .”

"I know that you also plan to improve your strength before the selection meeting starts, but I can tell you clearly and plainly that just improving your strength is not enough. You must do your best within this time, as much as possible. Improve your own strength, so staying in Qingluan Sect may be a good choice for you."

Song Yang, who was sitting next to Changkong Qing, suddenly changed from his normal state, looked at Chen Pingan with deep affection and solemnity, and said these words.

"Uncle Song, Master of the Changkong Sect, I understand everything you said."

"But, I'm afraid I can't stay in Qingluan Sect, because just now I promised Holy Monk Wuchan to teach him how to fight."

"Although it sounds unbelievable that I taught Monk Wuzen that I fight, it is indeed true, so I am going to Nanshan Temple during this time."

Chen Pingan understands better than anyone else the importance Changkong Qing and Song Yang place on him and their good intentions.

It is even clearer that with his current relationship with the Lingqi and the Song family, as long as he is willing to stay in the Qingluan Sect, both Changkong Qing and Song Yang will help him.

But he had already promised to the holy monk Wu Zen, so he could not break the agreement.

"I see."

"Since you have already made an appointment with Holy Monk Wu Zen, then there is no need for the two of us to force it too much."

Although Song Yang didn't know what Saint Monk Wuchan had planned, he did know that Monk Wuchan always acted in an unpredictable manner.

Since he wanted Chen Pingan to go to Nanshan Temple, it meant that the other party had already made plans, so he didn't say too much.

"When are you going to leave?"

Changkong Qing suddenly asked.

"We will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Time is limited, we must hurry up."

At the suggestion of Monk Wuchan, the age limit for the selection of Jiangnan Martial League leader was limited to 40 years old.

Although this approach directly excludes those old monsters, Jiangnan has a vast land and rich resources. Even if they are under 40 years old, the major forces have masters at the grand master level. In addition, the major sects in Jiangnan have deep foundations and endless trump cards. Therefore, Chen Ping'an didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

For him now, he must race against time to improve his strength.

"That's good. It's only been more than a month since the selection began. We really should race against time."

"Since we have made some plans, let's go back and rest today."

Song Yang nodded in agreement.

"Uncle Song, Master of the Changkong Sect, let's take our leave now."

After saying goodbye, Chen Pingan and Song Chufeng left Wutong Palace and returned to the room prepared by Changkong Qing for the two of them.

"I won't see you again for more than a month."

As soon as she returned to the room and sat down, Song Chufeng murmured with some reluctance.

"We will be very busy this month, so time will go by quickly."

"Furthermore, even if the two of us stay in Qingluan Sect, we may not have much time to see each other. And if I am asked to stay by the side of a beauty like you, I am not sure that I can calm down."

As Chen Ping'an spoke, he lay on Song Chufeng's lap and looked up at Song Chufeng's alluring face.

"Smelly poor!"

Song Chufeng reached out and gently touched Chen Pingan's cheek, her eyes were watery and full of tenderness.

"To be honest, a very strange idea has appeared in my mind for no reason."

Chen Ping'an, who was lying on Song Chufeng's lap, closed his eyes and murmured softly.

"Weird idea?"

Chen Ping'an's words about Yunshan Mist made Song Chufeng a little confused.

"How do you think the leader of the Hua Alliance and the Holy Monk Wuchan knew that the Qingluan Sect and the Jiangnan Alliance were going to war today?"

"You know, whether it was the people sent by the Changkong Sect Master or the people sent by Uncle Song, they were all stopped by the people of the Jiangnan Alliance."

Chen Pingan did not answer Song Chufeng's question, but asked another question.