My Cold and Beautiful Wife

No one knew what happened on Qingjun's side, only Ye Fan knew.

If it was before, Ye Fan would feel that no matter how much Qingjun practiced, he would not be able to defeat the God of Death by himself.

However, if he can really master the martial arts of a very high realm, then Qingjun may really have a chance to avenge his mother.

That night, Qingjun checked into a VIP room.

Wu Ting's room, he did not go to live in the end.

What he wanted was fair treatment, not malicious revenge.

Ye Fan didn't hide his clumsiness. According to Qingjun's progress, he basically taught all the madness and demons.

At the same time, Ye Fan also explained some of his understanding of martial arts to Qing Jun.

"In terms of swordsmanship, I dare to say that no one in the world can beat me steadily, but in martial arts, I am not the top."

"I've said everything that can be said. How much you can master depends on your personal efforts and good fortune..." "I can only say that if you can really understand the ultimate mystery of martial arts, it is not impossible to kill God."

Qing Jun was so moved that he was about to kneel.

"Don't kneel, if you want to win respect, don't kneel at all times," Ye Fan stopped him.

"Mr. Ye, this kneeling is only for Shi's grace, heaven and earth, my Qingjun kneels only for you and your mother!"

Ye Fan didn't stop when he heard this.

"Mr. Ye, if I do achieve something, I will definitely serve you and repay you!"

Qingjun said seriously.

Ye Fan smiled, "To be honest, when I started training you, I really thought about using you."

"But if you didn't work so hard, it wouldn't be enough to impress me and teach you this."

"Your mother helped me a lot. If you can rescue her, it will be a repayment."

Ye Fan patted Qing Jun's shoulder, "Death, I'll keep it for you to kill."

Qingjun had a solemn expression on the side and nodded his head.

Coming out of the room on Qingjun's side, Ye Fan stretched out.

With this concern over, he should almost go to Shenqi Wenming and find his uncle Long Jingxuan.

Suddenly, the melodious sound of the piano was heard in the ear.

He didn't have to guess, he knew who was playing.

After the separation this time, the future is uncertain, and I don't know if we will meet again in the future... Ye Fan thought about it, but took the initiative to find out.

Coming to the charming little courtyard, Han Yinzheng was wearing a long white gauze dress and was playing by the window.

The song is melodious and melodious, but there is a thousand melancholy in it.

When Ye Fan came in, Han Yinzheng raised her head and stopped playing.

"After coming to Wufu, this is the first time for you to come to my residence," Han Yinzheng said with a smile.

Ye Fan was stunned, only to realize that he had gone to Wu Yanshu and Silvi's residence, but he had never been to Han Yinzheng.

"It's obvious that we were the first to know each other," Han Yinzheng said with some resentment.

"If I come, it's usually not a good thing, not to mention this is not coming?"

Ye Fan praised: "You play the piano really well, your emotions and music are integrated, and the artistic conception is far-reaching."

"You still need to say it?"

Han Yinzheng rolled his eyes at him and said proudly, "In terms of swordsmanship, you are a god, but in terms of music, I am also one of the top musicians in the Kaqiu Federation."

"It won't take many years, I will definitely be famous throughout Fizz, and then I will be assigned the Sword God accompaniment to add to the fun."

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No need, it's enough for now."

"Is that enough?"

"Of course, I'm not that demanding."

"Then you take me with you?"

"Uh..." Ye Fan was at a loss for words, this sudden sentence made him not know how to parry.

When Han Yinzheng saw Ye Fan's shriveled appearance, she burst out laughing.

"Why are you so nervous?

Returning to the Sword God, it's no different from when I first met you..." The girl smiled, but there was a hint of sparkle in the corners of her eyes.

Ye Fan touched his chin and looked around in order to ease the embarrassment.

Suddenly, some spiritual grass in the yard caught his attention.

"what?"

Ye Fan took a closer look and asked, "Is this the blue spirit flower?"

"I don't know, it looks beautiful, just plant it, what's wrong?"

Han Yinzheng blinked.

"This kind of spirit grass is the ingredient of many medicinal herbs, but isn't the green spirit flower the size of an egg?

Why is your flower bigger than your hand? "

Han Yinzheng thought for a while and said, "Maybe... it's because I often play the piano here."

"Play the piano?"

"Yes," said Han Yinzheng, "I used to be in my hometown, and the flowers and plants in my yard were more lush and prosperous than those in other places."

"In the beginning, everyone thought that my place was good in feng shui and full of spiritual energy. Several elders in the clan forced me to change the yard."

"It turned out later that the vegetation was better wherever I went."

"Everyone thought later that it was the music I played that made the spirit grasses enjoy and would help them grow..." Ye Fan's mind flashed! It seems that music affects plants, there is indeed such a saying.

For example, sound waves will make the stomata on the surface of the plant produce more contraction activities, which will enhance photosynthesis and grow better.

It's just that there was no one around him who loved music before, and women were responsible for the cultivation of spirit grass... "Miss Han, can you play the tune you usually play the most?"

Han Yinzheng said with a smile, "Lord Sword God has his life, how can a little girl dare to disobey?"

A joke was made, and then the music sounded.

Ye Fan also quickly used Wushuang and began to observe the changes of the surrounding plants... Then, a scene that surprised him appeared! The energy activities of these plants have become very active?

"Everything has a spirit... Really..." Even inorganic civilizations have wisdom, not to mention these spirit flowers and plants?

Ye Fan's eyes changed, and when the song ended, he had an idea in his heart.

"Miss Han, I want to take you to a place."

"You call me 'Yinzheng' or 'Zheng'er first, and I'll go with you," Han Yinzheng pouted.

Ye Fan is helpless, the woman is so predestined that sometimes she can't stop her.

"Okay, Yinzheng..." Han Yinzheng nodded happily.

After a while, two figures appeared in the world of swords.

Han Yinzheng was shocked for a while to learn that this was actually a world created by Ye Fan.

"It turns out... the Creator really opened up the world and created all beings..." Ye Fan smiled wryly: "The sky is open, but it's really not easy to create living beings."

Ye Fan took the woman all the way to the hillside.

Looking around, in a river beach below, all kinds of strange sword spirit beings are fighting each other.

There are no rules in their activities, barbaric growth, and mutual restraint of some attributes will lead to genocide.

"Yinzheng, although I created the sword spirit life here, there has been no good way to make them evolve in an orderly manner."

"After all, they don't have too high intelligence, so I want you to try..." "Infect them with music?"

Han Yinzheng blurted out and made his debut.

Ye Fan nodded, although he said that things compete with natural selection, but things can't really take shape.

Since the reasoning does not make sense, and forcible intervention is only a temporary solution, not the root cause, then we can only test whether the sound waves can make them resonate.

Ye Fan is really looking forward to what kind of high-level intelligent creatures can be nurtured in the world that he and Taichu created together.