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Nangong Min looked at the secret book in his hand: "My foster father said that the secret book my sister gave me is the Four Yang Divine Art that has long been lost."

"This secret book can just help control the cold poison in my body. My foster father told me to thank my sister very much... If my sister needs anything, please come to the No. 1 Manor in the World. Just tell me and I will definitely help."

WTF?

Four Yang Magical Art?

Feng Qingjiu's mouth twitched.

What the hell is this secret book? I’ve only heard of the Nine Yang Divine Art, but not the Four Yang Divine Art.

Feng Qingjiu leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, the secret book had the Four Yang Divine Art written on it.

It was dark at that time, so I just exchanged a secret book from the space and threw it to him without even looking at the name.

"Sister, I still don't know your name?" Nangong Min blinked his clear eyes.

"My name is Feng Qingjiu...!" Feng Qingjiu replied with a smile.

“Feng Qingjiu…?” Nangong Min excitedly grabbed Feng Qingjiu’s hand again: “Sister, you are the Feng Qingjiu who successfully challenged the poetry tower…?”

Xia Ling pulled Nangong Min's hand away: "Hey... hey hey hey... you kid, don't grab my lady's hand all the time, don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"

Nangong Min let go of his hand: "Sorry, sister, I'm so excited to see you...!"

"Sister, do you know that you are the one I admire... I have always dreamed of meeting a woman who successfully challenged the Poetry Tower, but I never thought it would be you, sister."

Alas... excellent people are excellent people wherever they go. Feng Qingjiu blew the hair on his forehead: "It's okay, it's okay, just average."

"Sister Qingjiu, can you sign an autograph for me?" Nangong Min immediately took out a piece of rice paper and a brush from his arms.

He even licked the tip of the brush with the tip of his tongue: "Sister Qingjiu, give it to me...!"

"Why do you carry a pen and paper with you when you go on a long journey?" Feng Qingjiu asked doubtfully.

And the soldier last time also carried paper and pen with him.

Nangong Min smiled embarrassedly: "To be honest with you, Sister Qingjiu, I came to the capital this time with the intention of meeting Miss Feng, but I didn't expect that you, Sister Qingjiu, are Miss Feng...!"

Feng Qingjiu took the paper and pen and asked: "Write my name or your name?"

Nangong Min: "Of course I'll write your name, Sister Qingjiu."

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Okay...!"

Then he wrote the three big characters "Fengqing Wine" on the rice paper in a flamboyant manner.

Nangong Min took the rice paper and put it into his pocket carefully as if it were a treasure: "Thank you, Sister Qingjiu...!"

"By the way, Sister Qingjiu... It's so late, where are you going to go shopping...?"

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "We're just going to stroll around...what about you?"

Namgoong Min: "I was just strolling around...!"

"How about we go together?" Feng Qingjiu invited.

“Okay…that’s exactly what I meant…!” Nangong Min nodded.

Dong Xue and the other two all twitched their lips! This kid is really not shy.

So the four girls and one boy started strolling together.

Several people came to a bustling place with bright lights and noisy voices.

This is an open area in the east of the capital city. As the big competition is approaching, a unique circus feast is held here every night, attracting men, women, young and old in the city.

“Good…good…!” the crowd cheered.

"Sister Qingjiu... let's go over and take a look!" Nangong Min suggested.

"Miss, I want to go see it too...!" Xia Ling was very excited when she saw the juggler standing up high.

"Okay, let's go...!" Feng Qingjiu also wanted to see this ancient acrobatic performance.

Haven't seen it since I came here!

Several people quickly came to the stall. At this time, in the center of the field, an acrobat in colorful clothes was performing a jaw-dropping high-altitude flying performance. He flipped and moved lightly in the air, as if he was blending into the moonlight.

"Okay, that's awesome...!" Ruhua looked at this operation in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a wonderful sword swallowing performance attracted everyone's attention.

A stern-faced swordsman slowly walked into the center of the field, holding a sharp sword that was shining with cold light. As everyone held their breath, he slowly put the tip of the sword into his mouth until the sword was completely inserted.

This scene made Xia Lingdongxue cover her mouth, fearing that the slightest sound would disturb this thrilling moment.

Looking at the surprised expressions of several people, Feng Qingjiu whispered: "Don't be so surprised, it's fake...!"

"What... fake?" Ruhua and the others turned to look at Feng Qingjiu.

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "You see, the sword in his mouth can actually be retracted."

"Otherwise, if a sword like this is swallowed, wouldn't the person die?"

Then there was another scene of putting hands into the frying pan!

Looking at the boiling oil, Ruhua said, "Ajiu, this time it should be true! Look, the oil in the pot is still boiling."

Xia Ling nodded: "Yes... yes...!"

"Oh my god, how did he do that? His hand is totally unharmed, so amazing...!"

Ruhua and Xia Ling clapped their hands vigorously.

"This is also fake. It will be fine if you two put your hands in." Feng Qingjiu said.

After hearing what Feng Qingjiu said, several people immediately lost interest.

Xia Ling: "Ah... I thought it was real, but it turns out it's all fake...!"

"I won't watch it anymore, it's boring... Everything is fake, this is just a lie...!"

Because Xia Ling's voice was a little loud, an old man in brocade clothes next to her heard it.

"Hey... young lady, we all saw it with our own eyes! How could it be fake?"

Xia Ling said: "My young lady said it was fake, so it must be fake."

The old man glanced at Feng Qingjiu and said, "I guess you are her daughter. Do you have any evidence to prove that it is fake?"

Feng Qingjiu apologized first: "I'm sorry, I just said it to amuse the maid at home, who knew she really believed it!"

“Hmph…! Who is that…!” the old man shook his sleeves.

Feng Qingjiu took a few people and left quickly.

When they were a little further away from the circus stall, Xia Ling said with a look of resentment: "Miss...you actually lied to us...!"

Feng Qingjiu: "I didn't lie to you, it's really fake."

Xia Ling pouted: "Then why don't you let me expose them."

Feng Qingjiu patted Xia Ling's little head and said, "Look, it's not easy for so many of them to make a living. If we expose them, how will they eat in the future, right?"

Ruhua agreed: "Ajiu is right. Maybe they have elderly people and children at home, and they live on the money from juggling."

Xia Ling: "Okay...! I understand!"

After these words were spoken, the admiration in Nangong Min's eyes when he looked at Feng Qingjiu reached a new level.

Sister Qingjiu is not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted!