Chapter 217

Wind home.

After fengzhentian came back from the Imperial City, he immediately called fengling'er to the main hall.

"Dad, they have just come back from nanxuan. Where are you going to shout ling'er again?" Fengling'er is still worried about the days when he was trapped in the bamboo forest of emperor Fuyao. At this time, he will not run about.

"Ling'er, my silly daughter, your good day is coming soon!" Feng Zhentian said happily.

Feng ling'er's face was confused. He didn't know what his father was happy about.

But Feng Feiyu responded quickly and asked: "father, is it the ghost emperor who finally promised to be a draft girl?"

"Not bad!" Fengzhentian admires fengfeiyu.

"Ghost Emperor..." When Feng ling'er thought of his brother's description of the most beautiful face of the ghost emperor in the world, his little face could not help but get a red cloud. He asked with a little shame, "Dad, when will the draft girl be?"

"In the past few days, it must be as soon as possible, so that the wayward Lord will not know when he will change his attention." Feng Zhentian laughs heartily, "I've been waiting for Feng Zhentian so long, and I've finally convinced the emperor's draft girl!"

"Ling'er, from today on, you must learn the etiquette in the palace at home. You will be favored by the emperor as soon as possible and become the mother of our country in Beicha. When the time comes, the mother will be in the world. No one will dare to look down upon our Fengjia!"

Feng Zhentian's high spirited words make Feng linger look forward to the draft day.

"Well, I'm a brother. I'll be here as soon as possible. I wish my little sister the title of empress of Beicha!" Feng Feiyu said with a smile.

Feng ling'er's pretty face turned red. She covered her face and said, "brother!"

"Feiyu." Feng Zhentian squints at his son.

Feng Feiyu only felt a sense of imminent disaster. He quickly covered his head, stepped back and said with a smile: "father, you have something to say. Don't look at me with that terrible look. I know it's my son's fault that I didn't take Shengji pill this time..."

"You know what you did wrong?" When Feng Zhentian thought of this, he was not angry. "You said you had enough gold coins. You smelly boy took gold coins to clap a broken sword. How do you let dad say you are good? Lao Zu is waiting for Shengji Dan to recover his new limbs, and you've messed it up! "

"Dad, I can see that Lao Zu is very happy when he comes back. He doesn't look half disappointed." Wind spirit son interjects a way.

Feng Zhentian stares at the brother and sister angrily, "ling'er, go and learn etiquette. Feiyu, you've done something wrong, and you're trapped with ling'er. You should be punished. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel on your own initiative! "

Don't mention the wind in your heart.

If she didn't bid maliciously on purpose, he would not have been in a hurry. As a result, Shengji Dan didn't bid well and was trapped in the fog for several days.

The shame made his lungs ache when he thought about it.

"Zhentian, since the two children have come back, don't punish them." All of a sudden, an old and hearty voice came over. I saw Feng Laozu walk into the main hall with a smile on his face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It made the three people feel scared.

"Grandfather, have you met something good?" Feng ling'er ran over happily and asked sweetly.

"It's still my smart little soul. I'll hit the first guess!" The wind old ancestor said, backhand a now.

I saw the black luochadao all over.

"What's this?" The wind shook the sky.

Feng Feiyu's eyes were almost straight. "Laozu, isn't this Dao from Yaoqing? How can it be with you?"

"Hum, that smelly girl doesn't know how to praise her. I've already beaten her down to Tongtianhe. I think there must be no bones left. This knife is my booty The wind old ancestor is elated to take the Luo Cha knife to compare to try some.

The fierce wind blade of gang Zheng shoots out from the Luocha Dao, leaving several deep and frightening traces on the wall in an instant.

Three people gape!

"Wow! Grandfather, this knife is too powerful! " Feng ling'er exclaimed.

"That's nature. It's a magic weapon that can hold the power of any element." Wind Laozu complacent way.

Wind spirit son starts to rob, "grandfather, play for spirit son!"

As soon as she grabbed it, she suddenly felt as if she had got something as heavy as a kilo. She didn't hold it firmly, and the Rocha knife suddenly fell to the ground.

"Well, what's the reason for that?" Feng Feiyu was stunned.

"Isn't there a warspirit protector in this spirit weapon?" The wind shakes the sky, seeing a lot of knowledge, said to the point.

Feng Laozu nodded triumphantly, "there is indeed a battle spirit to protect the body. Unless the holder of the sword agrees with its conditions, he will not be able to take it up no matter how strong he is. My ten level cultivation is fast, and I can only force this sword with wind elements. Otherwise, it will be very hard to take it up just like xiaoling'er."

"Is it the higher the cultivation, the better the ability to master this knife?" Feng Feiyu frowned and said, "no, Yaoqing is a fifth level warrior at most. How can she hold this knife?"

This words said that the wind old ancestor's heart went, his vision was dim some, then disapproved of sneer way: "very simple, this knife recognized that smelly girl as the master.""Since it's a weapon to recognize the Lord, Laozu, how can you drive the real strength of this sword?"

"Although the war spirit recognizes the master, the master is dead. Even if the war spirit doesn't recognize me, the master can still use it, but he can control less than half of the power of this sword."

Wind Laozu sighed, one day, he will let the war spirit in the Luocha Dao, willing to blade him as the master!

"Less than half of them can be so powerful. If you give full play to all the power of this Dao, it will be against the heaven." Feng Feiyu suddenly envies Yaoqing.

This smelly girl is not only a medicine making genius, but also has such a good spirit weapon around her.

He should have tried every means to grab the knife when he was in the twilight forest.

Now good, fell into the hands of the ancestors, can only watch, envy.

"By the way, Zhentian, I just heard you say that the ghost emperor finally wants to be a draft girl, right?" Feng Laozu asked, squinting.

Feng Zhentian nodded, "yes, at the Grand Court meeting, I have worked with all the ministers to persuade the emperor to choose the draft girl. The emperor also agreed, and left the draft girl to me."

"Our Feng family has been loyal to Beicha for many years. If we send ling'er to the palace, the ghost emperor has to give us a queen's position." Feng Laozu snorted and touched Feng linger's little head, "Xiao linger, do you want to be the ghost queen of Beicha?"

Feng ling'er nodded shyly. "It's said that the emperor's face is matchless. It's said in the world that once the ghost emperor mistakenly lives, I don't know if the emperor will like a woman like me."

She looks like a shy little girl. Outsiders can see that she has moved her heart.

Feng Zhentian burst out laughing, "ling'er, as long as you stick to this heart, after you become a ghost, dad will naturally get through all the obstacles for you."