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The Feng family received the reward from King Fengyun and returned to the place arranged by the king in the capital.The whole clan was busy working inside and outside, and began to take root in the capital.

And all of this seems to have nothing to do with Qing Kuang who is in the palace. At this moment, she is waiting to meet someone.Ming Qianhe.

A few days later, Ao Junxie finally sent someone to notify her.On the top of a mountain in the capital, Qing Kuang found Ming Qianhe who had been waiting for a long time.

"Qingkuang, we meet again!" [

Ming Qianhe said quietly when he saw the woman carrying the guqin in front of him.

"I heard from my apprentice earlier that when I invited you back to Fengyun Kingdom, I didn't expect you to agree immediately. It seems that it's not because of Ao Junxie, right?"

Qing Kuang glanced at Ming Qianhe, and said calmly:

"Last time in Heming Valley, you promised me, but did you finish it?"

Ming Qianhe stroked his white beard, and said confidently:

"Of course! But, I want to know, you came to Fengyun Kingdom, and you are willing to be Ao Junxie's army staff officer who went to Beiming Kingdom here, is it just to strengthen the stringed ink guqin from me?"

After listening madly, he remained silent.

Ming Qianhe waited for a while, and seeing that the woman in front of him didn't seem to want to answer him, he shook his head and murmured:

"It's a pity that my apprentice is sincere to you. However, no matter what, you finally saved the old man once, and you deserve it!"

After all, Ming Qianhe took out a jewel-like prismatic object emitting faint red light from his bosom.He weighed it in his hand, turned his head and said to Qing Kuang:

"Bafang Ding, did you bring it?"

Nod madly,

"According to your explanation, it has been brought!"

After finishing speaking, Qing Kuang took out the quaint bronze smelting tripod from his bosom.I can't help but have some doubts in my heart.

All along, the Bafang Ding was used for alchemy and medicine, but the thing in Ming Qianhe's hand was like a strange stone in nature, could it also be refined.

I saw Ming Qianhe crushed the red prismatic objects into pieces and carefully put them into the Bafang cauldron one by one, then suddenly asked Qingkuang:

"How far is your Qinyin ancient martial arts now?"

Qing Kuang was taken aback for a moment, but it wasn't why the other party asked about this at this time.After a little thought, said:

"Ancient martial arts have been lost in this continent for many years. There is no title to call it. It can only be compared with the way of spiritual power. Now, my strength is equivalent to that of an intermediate-level real teacher and an advanced level." [

"Peak mid-level healer... Well, just right, changing your string ink can break through the bottleneck of the mid-level healer and advance to the advanced level!"

Ming Qianhe stared intently at the Bafang Ding and the red prism inside, nodded and muttered to himself.

Hearing this, he felt a little secretly excited.Breaking through the realm of an intermediate spiritual master was exactly what she dreamed of.

When I was in Slanta College, although I practiced many panaceas and improved my strength significantly, for all practitioners, no matter whether it is spiritual power or ancient martial arts, every time they reach the peak of a realm, In order to enter a higher level, it also means breaking through a huge bottleneck.

For ordinary cultivators, one must obtain a great transmission of skills or a fortuitous encounter before they can break through themselves and successfully advance to the next level.

And for more ordinary people, it may not be possible to succeed after spending ten or eight years of hard training, and it is even normal to stay in the final stage for a lifetime.