Demons all over the world: the black-bellied third lady

Chapter 239 Princess Qisheng (1)

An Qianxi just shook her head quietly.

Doesn't she hate him?
He killed his parents and himself. .

But can he be blamed?
At least now after seeing him, she might not be able to blame her anymore.

It's just that if she let go of it now, she still can't do it.

"I know, just like I can't forgive myself, I just hope you can grow up quickly now, so that I can let go of everything and make atonement." The emperor touched An Qianxi's head lovingly .

An Qianxi looked at the emperor in astonishment, but couldn't say anything for a while.

What does it mean?
"Come with Grandpa." The emperor stood up and took An Qianxi to the place where he usually retreated and practiced alone.

The inside is so inclusive of all rivers and rivers, it is different from the practice room prepared by the master, the decoration.

It is full of great emperors from ancient times to the present. Their lifelong knowledge is just strange. There is no one who rules the world.

Soon An Qianxi understood that the real ancient emperor was not in it, but was enshrined as a god. His unique knowledge was handed over to the first generation of emperors, but he did not rule the world.

But what's the matter?
An Qianxi naturally wouldn't ask her grandfather, she still remembered what Zhenqing said, she was afraid of irritating the emperor.

"Xiao An, have you ever studied martial arts?" Grandpa looked at An Qianxi.

"I've learned it, it's just superficial, what the master taught me is alchemy and medical skills." An Qianxi avoided those things.

"Grandpa will teach you." After finishing speaking, a very thin, feminine and domineering purple sword came out of the emperor's hand, and was handed over to An Qianxi.

He said that this sword was his mother's sword before, and it was called Ziqi Donglai.

It was made by the emperor to the first master of refining, adding a variety of rare metals and special protoss. What is even more commendable is that for this sword, my mother went to the top of the mountain where the master used to be, and collected it for 81 days. The first drop of morning dew is illuminated when the sun rises, so this sword is particularly spiritual.

Jian Luo flew to An Qianxi's side, and happily circled her a few times.

An Qianxi stretched out her hand, and the sword naturally fell into her hand.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east." An Qianxi murmured her name.

An Qianxi stroked the sword, mother. .

The sword seemed to be trembling, sending out circles of purple light.

The emperor is also surprised, isn't it. .

The soul is not dead?
But it shouldn't be, after all he didn't feel his daughter's soul power.

Not a trace. .

His daughter was gone after all.

"These unique skills are recorded in detail. You can figure them out by yourself. As for Lixiao, I will teach you the first three moves, and the last fifteen moves need to be figured out by yourself, understand?" The emperor looked at An Qianxi.

An Qianxi nodded.

"Look out." The emperor didn't take out his sword, but used his finger as a sword and danced in front of An Qianxi.

The move is fatal, and there is no useless move at all.

If it is said that the King's Landing exudes the air of a king looking down on the world.

That dawn is the oppression of the mightiest king.

The paths taken by the two are different.

"Understood?" The emperor stopped and looked at An Qianxi.

"I seem to understand." An Qianxi nodded slightly.

"Come again." The emperor said in an encouraging tone.

An Qianxi stroked Zi Qi Donglai, slowly raised the sword, and the sword was unsheathed.

An Qianxi recalled the emperor's every move, earnestly imitating, earnestly comprehending.

Sure enough, that kind of oppression. .

Last time she was oppressed by the dawn and had no power to resist.

The sword stopped, and An Qianxi slowly opened her eyes.

"That's right, it's perfect, but there's one thing, any move that a child memorizes may have the same essence, but it's different for the person who uses it. Do you understand?" The emperor was amazed at the child. He is relieved of his talent, how long can he last?

"Understand your own way, right? Grandpa?" An Qianxi seemed to be enlightened.

"Yes." The emperor was very happy, Qi Sheng was almost as intelligent as her mother.

He recalled the scene when the child was practicing kung fu when he was young. .

Soon he will be able to see his daughter.

(End of this chapter)